There was a knock on the door. Jennifer opened her eyes and looked around. Yesterday was friday. Today is saturday. No one should be waking me up, she thought fuzzily.

She made her way to the door and opened it. Richard was there, ready for the morning.

"It's saturday," she said.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he said.

She was about to object, but then she remembered him saying '24 hours a day, seven days a week.' Damn.

They went through the morning routine, except that he brought in a different corset with garters attached. These were used to hold up a pair of fishnet stockings. Next was locking on the five an a half inch stiletto heels. He pulled the corset even tighter than before, in her opinion. And last was the shiny black patent maid's outfit.

"Am I going to be wearing this every day?" she asked.

"A good number of them," he said. "But there will be variety, of that you can be sure." Somehow, this was not comforting to Jennifer.

She started breakfast, and thought about her attempts to arouse Richard. Well, if that wasn't good enough, there's something that I know will! she resolved.

She made up a pair of omlets. He sat down to eat one of them. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked as she remained standing there.

"I will," she said. "I'm just in the mood for something else." She went to the edge of the table and carefully lowered herself to the floor. Then, on hands and knees, she made her way over to Richard's legs.

"Jennifer, what are you doing?" he asked.

Her hands slid up to his crotch. She felt a half-hard cock within. Without waiting, she unzipped his pants with one hand and dug for his cock with the other.

A few seconds later, an erect penis emerged from his pants. "Jennifer, please..." he said. But he did not continue after she pulled herself forward and put the head of his cock inside of her moist mouth.

"Jennifer..." She started to slowly bring his erect penis within her mouth. It was not a porn star's penis, but definitely respectable in size compared to her previous boyfriend's. "please...don...uuungh." She felt his cock throbbing to a new level of erectness as her tongue played with tip of his penis.

She tried to tease him slowly, but soon she could feel him twitching his legs and feet. She slowed down even further, merely sucking softly on the head of his penis, but was soon surprised to feel his cum entering her mouth.

She swallowed although she didn't particularly enjoy it. She had done it for her last serious boyfriend only because he had asked her to. But today was special, so she kept swallowing, and continued to suck the thick cum right out of his penis.

If he doesn't notice me now, I don't know what it will take! she thought to herself.

She felt his penis slowly softening as she continued to suck. With a smile of satisfaction on her face, she backed up and pulled herself back to her feet.

Richard was looking at her with what was clearly lust... the look had an intensity that made the smile slowly fade from her face. She felt a dampness growing in her crotch as his eyes bored into her. Her breathing became rapid and she started to strain against the corset.

He stood up and strode over to her. Without saying a word, he picked her up and sat her down on the center of the table. She saw that his cock had returned to rock hardness only a minute after he had ejaculated. With her fishnet stockinged legs and stiletto heeled feet in the air, and with her skirt in disarray, Richard pounced on her. He held her hands to the table with his own as he thrust his penis into her.

She didn't scream or cry out for help. She moaned as his manhood thrust inside of her and pushed deep into her pussy. It has been a long time since I've had good sex, she thought to herself.

As he kept thrusting, he kissed her savagely and thrust his tongue deeply inside of her mouth. After a moment of startlement, she kissed him back, and their tongues played a manic, erotic game of tag.

She heard the breakfast plates being swept onto the floor by their activity and shattering upon impact. Jennifer did not care. As her body rushed towards orgasm under his relentless thrusting and probing, she tried to arch her back. The corset would not yield, and as she came closer and closer, her head started to swim. I take that back, she thought deleriously as her body went on autopilot and her legs writhed and tried to bring him closer inside of her. I've never *had* good sex before this!

A thundering orgasm coursed through her. She could feel the muscles in her pussy clenching reflexively. For the longest time, her head swam in an ecstasy that bordered on overload.

When she finally came down, he was still thrusting madly. Oh god, she thought to herself.. He already came once, so this one could take a while. "Sto...

Just as she said that, another orgasm coursed through her system. She struggled and tried to get away, but he had her arms pinned to the table. "Please..." she begged as the orgasm slowly ebbed and she gasped in exertion against the corset. "Please..."

She heard him grunting in pleasure as her third orgasm hit. There was a smile on his face and she felt him ejaculating into her. When the orgasm hit its peak within her, she struggled one last time before the exertion and the constriction of the corset sent her into unconsciousness.

When she woke up, she found herself spread eagled to a bed. The room was lit up, but she did not recognize it. This must be his bedroom, she thought.

She tried to call out to him, but only a mumbled reply made its way out of the gag that she wore. It felt like leather, and there was something long and phallic that extended inside. There must have been some sort of hole in it, because she was able to breath through it.

She saw Richard's silhouette appear over her. She turned to look at him, still not fully recovered from the ordeal in the kitchen.

He was naked from the waist up. She could see the muscles in his chest and arms and the dark hair on his chest. His eyes bored into her with that same intense look. She felt a wave of lust go through her at the sight of him.

Below the waist, he was wearing what appeared to be tight rubber trousers. His penis was erect and in front of him. To her surprise, his cock was covered in the same black rubber, and that latex sheath was actually built into the pants.

She writhed in fear and anticipation as he climbed onto the bed. His hands roamed over her legs, and she felt a shiver go through her as he touched her pussy with his fingertips. She felt herself becoming wet almost immediately.

Instead of mounting her, he brought his face down to her crotch. She moaned as he started to nibble on the outer lips of her pussy, and teased them with his teeth. His hands roamed around her outer thighs, and caressed her hips.

His lips left her crotch, and she moaned in desperation. He leaned over her, and his hands touched the vinyl of her outfit. First, they were around her narrow waist, then they slowly moved up to her breasts. He felt her rock hard nipples through the shiny fabric. Richard teased her nipples and fondled her breasts through it. She put her head forward, desperately trying to touch him with it, to kiss him in spite of the gag, but his face returned to her crotch, with only one more long tickling of each nipple.

Richard started in earnest now. His tongue first worked near the top of her pussy, and only slowly worked its way down. She writhed against her bonds, but she could only move her arms and legs a few inches. She felt his tongue probe deeper now... then he brought his lips in to gently suck.

His tongue was driving her mad. She thrashed about and moaned. Her breath was labored against the corset, and as she approached orgasm, that light headed feeling returned to her.

He touched her clit with his tongue. Finally! she thought. At first gingerly, then he thrust it in more deeply and played with it. He licked back and forth, faster and faster.

"MMMMM...MMMMMM!" she exclaimed. Again, an orgasm rocked through her. She struggled to stay conscious and gasped for air through the gag.

Mercifully, his tongue stopped its exploration. As she recovered, she saw his face hovering over hers. Slowly, ever so slowly, his hard rubber sheathed cock slid into her pussy.

His penis worked like a piston inside of her. Slow and methodical at first. She felt her juices dripping between her butt cheeks. She tried to wiggle her feet and toes, but they were still locked within the black stiletto heels.

Faster and faster now. She felt herself again reaching that level of excitement that was so pleasurable. She tried to gasp for air, but the feeling of light headedness reached up for her.

Another wave of pleasure swept through her and she felt her hold on consciousness slip away.

The world returned to her, but ever so slowly. There was a feeling of dreaminess to it all.

Again, she found herself tied up. This time she recognized that she was in Richard's den. She was bent over and tied to the chair in the middle of the room, just like before. The same ball gag was in her mouth now.

She heard something from behind her and tried to look. But the wide black vinyl skirt blocked her view.

Jennifer felt a man step behind her. As she felt a rubber cock rub up against her butt cheek, she guessed that it was Richard.

He took her from behind, thrusting his rubberized penis into her pussy. She should have cried out, but in the dreamy state that she was in, she felt like she was only an observer.

He was fast and efficient. This time, he brought her to the brink of orgasm. She heard a grunt of pleasure from him, and then he stopped. She moaned in frustration, but he did not seem to care.

Now, apparently calm, she heard him pick up the phone and make a call. It was a bunch of numbers and financial terms that would have lost her even if she had been clear headed. After the longest time, he hung up and returned to her.

Five more times he used her that night. Each time she found herself orgasming at least once, sometimes twice. And that fifth time, he kept going and going and going...

Until consciousness fled her, one more time.