Jennifer put the metal fork into the lock in her belt and opened it up. She immediately relieved herself, spending almost five minutes getting everything out that wanted to come out.

She cleaned up her crotch with a dry cloth, then found herself having some difficult getting the plug back inside of her. She solved this by masturbating for a minute or two and getting her crotch wet again.

Jennifer reconnected her belt, which released her from the bathroom counter but sent the phallus firmly back into her. She then was faced with the problem of what to wear as she made breakfast.

She was sure that he wanted her to wear the corset. But as she tried to fasten it, she knew that it was supposed to be on underneath the belt. And as she tightened it, the waiststrap of the belt became *much* more uncomfortable with the corset over it.

Of course she couldn't put the maid's outfit on over it. She simply could not cinch it tight enough on her own, and the belt underneath made it even more difficult. Damn, damn, damn...

Jennifer made her decision. I don't think there's any way to do this, she thought to herself. She donned the parts of her outfit that she could, which included her fishnet stockings and locked on stiletto heels. Then she carried her corset, maids outfit, and lock for it downstairs. As she walked, the chastity belt reminded her that it was there with every step that she took.

She put the corset, maid's outfit, and padlock on the kitchen table. Then with a resigned sigh, she started to make breakfast.

He's probably going to be pissed at me, Jennifer thought. Goddammit, I tried to do what he said! This probably means he's going to punish me.

That thought brought forth both fear and anticipation. She never would have done any of his 'punishments' voluntarily... but she had managed to survive, and with a few orgasms to boot.

Jennifer finished up the hashbrowns, eggs, and bacon. She made up two plates of food and put them on the table. Next, the orange juice and coffee. All that was left to do was wait.

Just a minute later, she heard the sounds of Richard's footsteps. She saw him fully dressed standing at the entrance to the kitchen. He stared at her and her bare breasts for a long moment. Then, he walked in and sat down at the table.

Richard just looked at her, quietly. The silence was becoming unbearable for Jennifer. Just say it! she thought. Just say that I messed up and get it over with.

He continued to say nothing. She was the one to break the silence. "I'm sorry that I'm out of uniform this morning. I... didn't plan well last night." There was continuing silence from Richard. "I'm sorry. I suppose that I am to be punished," she said, looking down.

"I guess that I did not make myself clear in the note," he said. "I knew that you would likely have problems on your own. I expected to find you in the living room waiting for me or some such thing. I was planning to be home in time to tuck you in." There was a slight momentary smile on his face when he said the last three words, then the smile faded. "Although you didn't come to breakfast in uniform, it is not entirely your fault. For this I will suspend your punishment." She let out a relieved sigh. "But... I'm quite sure that you were up and about out of uniform when I was gone."

Jennifer went from relief to anxiety. "H...how did you know?" she said, not denying it.

A half smile came across his face. "The readout on your 'alarm clock' indicated that your cycle had started just moments before I had stepped in. This means that you probably rushed to get into it when I arrived. And if you had been in uniform, you would have gone to bed with your corset on. I know that you can not get out of it quickly."

Jennifer's sighed an admission of guilt. "Now what?" she asked.

"Let's eat breakfast," he said. "I must think about it."

Breakfast was very quiet. Richard was eating his breakfast slowly, obviously lost deep in thought. Jennifer ate more quickly, and found herself fidgeting as he finished up the last of his breakfast.

"I have decided upon a suitable punishment," he said. Jennifer held her breath in anticipation. "Go to your room," he commanded in a calm voice, "and take these," he said, gesturing at the corset and maid's outfit. "Disrobe there. I will be there shortly."

She scooped up the unworn parts of her outfit and returned to her room. She put the outfit, corset, and padlock away, and unlocked the shoes from her feet. After she removed her fishnets, she sat down on the bed to wait. The chastity belt remained in place as she did not have a key for it.

Five minutes later, Richard arrived. He held in his hands several rubber items. "Just a word of explanation. You flaunted the dress code that is required of you when you are outside of your room. It is not particularly difficult for you to function in your normal outfit. I just want you to know that it can get worse for you."

"Worse?" she said hesitantly.

Richard handed her something made of rubber. She recognized it after a few seconds as an enema bag, rubber tube, and nozzle. There was a clamp no the rubber tube that was blocking any water flow. "Give yourself an enema," he said. "Then, when you have expelled it all, do it again."

She was taken aback by this. An enema? She slowly walked to the bathroom as Richard put the rest of his load on the bed. Jennifer slowly filled the bag up with warm water and sealed the bag. When she was done, she turned back to shut the door, but found Richard standing in the doorway.

She felt his eyes boring into her as she tried to work the narrow nozzle into her rectum. "Can't I use some Vaseline or something?" she asked.

Richard went to the bed and came back with an unlabeled tube. "Try this," he said.

Jennifer liberally coated the nozzle with the thick lubricant. It was much easier to put in place. When it was there, she slowly raised the bag over her head and let the water flow in. She was acutely uncomfortable with Richard watching her as she did this.

She found it to be an interesting experience, as her bowels filled up with fluid. By the time that the bag was empty, she felt like she had a case of diarrhea and had to go.

"Wait a few minutes," he said. She hopped from foot to foot in agitation.

"What if I can't?" she asked.

"Then I'll have to add something else to your punishment," he promised.

The next minutes felt like hours to her. At last, he gestured and nodded for her to relieve herself.

WOOSH!" After she removed the nozzle and sat down, the watery contents of her bowels came rushing out. It was several minutes before she was fully done with it.

While she was doing this, Richard refilled the bag. "Again," he said even before she had stood up.

Jennifer guided the nozzle in while she was still sitting on the toilet. He held it even higher, and the water rushed in even faster.

This one she could not hold at all. Almost immediately after it was done, her sphincter let go and released the pressure behind it.

Richard watched her impassionately as she finished up and started to clean up. When she was done, he walked out and curtly gestured for her to follow.

He picked up the next item and brought it over to her. She realized that this was a corset made of very heavy red rubber with attached breast cups. It only had lacing in back, with no front closure, and extended from hips to armpits. There were several very short garters on the lower rim. Richard put it on her and began the laborious process of lacing it up from scratch.

She noticed something unusual about the breast cups almost immediately. She felt rubber warts on the inside that touched her on the nipples. As he tightened it around her, she felt her nipples stand erect as they were stimulated.

Now he started to pull it tight. This corset felt subtly different than the other ones she had worn. This one did not actually force her to hold a specific posture. But when she tried to bend over or breathe, it felt like a tight powerful spring was fighting her every movement.

By the time that he was done lacing it, this one was just as effective at keeping her breathless as the other corsets. Right after he finished with the corset, he told her to sit on the bed.

Next there was a pair of red rubber stockings. Richard had to almost roll them onto her. They were very tight, and the upper edge was touching the innermost corner of her thigh. Calmly and efficiently, he attached the garters to the stockings.

Jennifer was starting to become hot in this outfit, and it had nothing to do with sex. Only her groin, arms, neck, and head were open to the outside world. The rest was encased in the firm, tight rubber.

Now Richard dug in her closet. He found the red shoes that she had worn before with the hobble dress. Grabbing two padlocks from the collection here, he locked over five inches of red stiletto heel onto each foot.

Rubber gloves were next. These were not the elbow length ones that she remembered. Instead, these went up to her armpits.

Sweat was forming on her brow now. Jennifer let out an involuntary cry as she saw the next item that he had for her to wear.

It was a chastity belt. It looked identical to the one she had been wearing... but this one had an additional feature. On the strap that went between her butt cheeks, there was now a red rubber butt plug there. Richard had her stand up as he locked it around her waist. Then he liberally applied lubricant to the plug.

The plug was the first thing in. "Please, no!" she begged of him as he started to slide it into place.

"Do I have to think of something worse?" he said with a raised eyebrow. This implied threat reduced her to whimpering as the plug slowly slid into place.

The last couple of inches went in quickly, as the narrower base of the plug was thrust inside of her. He pulled the front phallus inside of her. The rubber warts in the breast cups must have excited her sexually, because the dildo slid into her easily.

He locked it in front, and Jennifer felt the belt cutting in tightly, thrusting the two rods into her. She felt more nubs above the front dildo, that came dangerously close to tickling her clit.

Jennifer was sweating profusely now, but the only place it was visible was on her face. Richard went to her closet and pulled out the red hobble dress of several nights before.

"I'll bake!" she said as he unzipped it.

"I'll turn on the cooling system," he offered.

With a pathetic look on her face, Jennifer stepped into the dress. He zipped it up in back to her neck. Richard locked the zipper in place with a small padlock he had in his pocked. Jennifer guessed that this one could not be opened with the ring of keys in her room.

"There you go," he said. She looked at herself in the mirror, and saw the same red version of Morticia Adams staring back at her. This time she had a second layer of rubber under the dress. Her face was covered with sweat and her hair was limp from the perspiration.

"Now, you need to attend to the laundry," he said, walking out of the room. Jennifer took six inch steps in her stiletto heels, which was all that the dress would allow. Even these small movements of her legs had the phalluses inside of her wiggling around. And as she moved, the rubber gave enough for her nipples to be massaged with every jiggle.

As she passed her door, she looked in the mirror and saw a bead of sweat running down the front of her shiny red rubber hobble dress.

Richard was good in his offer to turn on the cooling. The temperature plunged low enough that her nose was cold. Jennifer felt that she could survive for awhile, at least.

He also said that she could stop to drink as often as she wanted, as long as the chores were done. She took advantage of this, but knew that she wouldn't be able to get everything done. She would be lucky if half of today's work was finished.

The plugs and breast cups were also driving her half mad. Whenever she closed her eyes, she had visions of being in bed with Richard and having vigorous, pounding sex.

After she prepared lunch, Jennifer took a can of soda and wriggled over to a couch in the main living room. Richard was also sitting on the same couch. Between them there was an open briefcase, and he was intently pouring over a handful of documents.

"You know there's no way that I can finish everything today," she said.

He put down his papers and looked at her. Jennifer's rubber dress was slicked in spots with perspiration, which enhanced the gloss even more. She though she saw a moment of that intense lusting look on his face, but if it was there, it faded before she could be sure. "You have a problem then, I'd say," he said, looking back at his papers.

"Then why should I try?" she asked.

He looked up again. "That's a rather poor attitude, isn't it?" he asked.

Jennifer shrugged. "I'm really not here to do the chores. I'm here to be on display for you." Carefully, she stood up and started to twirl around with tiny steps in her stilettos and hobble skirt. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

She definitely saw the lusting look, she was sure. But it faded again. "I think that you should go back to your chores," she said.

Jennifer sat back down again. She felt the tightness of the dress at her knees and her buttocks as she did this. "Why? I'm right here, for your viewing pleasure," she said.

Richard stared at her. "What do you want?" he said, with a hint of exasperation.

"I want to know *why*," Jennifer asked. "I want to know why you had me strutting around with no underwear, but you wouldn't even touch me. I want to know why you have me dressed up like this, right now, with dildoes and everything driving me nuts while I sweat to death." She paused and battled the rubber corset to regain her breath. "I want to know why you tied yourself up that one night."

"I don't want to discuss it," he said. "You should really resume your chores."

Jennifer took a long sip of her soda. "Does it have something to do with you ex-wife? Or your father?" she asked.

His eyes bored into her. "How do you know about that?" he asked.

"I was a very bad girl last night," she said. "When I was prancing around naked, I found some things that you had stashed in the attic."

She saw his teeth clench and his hand start to twitch. "What were you doing up there?" he asked, with what appeared to be very genuine anger.

"I was trying," she said, "to find out something about my mysterious employer. This employer who offers me a great deal of money to dress up for him. He's so strange that he will turn down offers of sex with his beautiful housekeeper, even when she's dressed up. Even when she's ready and willing to do it, without thinking of the money. Even when she looks like a girl right out of his fantasies."

Richard shut his eyes and breathed deeply. Slowly, she saw the tension fade from his face and hands. "Do you want to tell me why?" she asked, softly.