"'Why?' is never an easy question," he said.

"Try," Jennifer said as she slicked her sweat down the front of her rubber dress. Now there was a watery sheen over her breasts. That felt kind of interesting, she thought, as the movement had moved the rubber warts in her outfit against her nipples.

Richard took a long look at her shiny slick red bosom. "Perhaps I should start at the beginning," he said.

"My father, Andrew, was very 'into' corsets, rubber, high heels and the like," he said. "So much so, that he married a woman that would cater to his every wish in that regard. He was fortunate to have the means to indulge his fantasies.

"I can remember her clearly," he said, "I must have been, maybe six. My parents thought that I was tucked away in bed. I heard something, and cracked the door open.

"I saw my father dressed in rubber from head to toe. And my mother wore a black rubber french maid's dress, with long black rubber stockings, long black rubber gloves, and stiletto heels. Her waist was so tiny... later I learned that it was very corsetted. I saw them both disappear into their room. My curiosity got the better of me. I snuck out and went to their door.

"They left their door open just a crack, and I was able to watch my parents having passionate sex while attired in their kinky outfits. My mother was tied to the bed while my father ravished her.

"My mother passed away two years later," he said. Richard's voice started to choke. "My father was heartbroken. He cried so much at her funeral... I had never seen him cry before."

"I'm sorry," Jennifer said.

Richard continued as if he did not hear her. "My father was never the same man after that. For almost two years, he went through the motions of life, with almost no joy or pleasure. It was during this time that I discovered my father's collection of pornography, and his stash of sex toys and kinky outfits. By the time that I was ten, I had tried out a dozen butt plugs, walked around in my mother's high heels, and masturbated to the sight of women in rubber and heels.

"Then," he said, "My father started to date again, if that was the correct term. He would bring women into the house. They would stay a few days to a month or two. I managed to catch a glimpse of them on occasion. They were dressed up like my mother used to. But... I never saw the same look of enjoyment on their face. Later, I learned that he used his money to attract them, and the girls dumped him when they had sponged off of him for long enough. There were exceptions, but few.

"I... had oral sex with my first woman when I was fourteen. This woman was one of the exceptions. Named Victoria, she was a dominatrix. I spied on them twice. The first time, she had my father kneeling down on the floor as she made him lick her boots. The second time, he was tied to the bed, blindfolded and gagged. A chastity belt was on him. That was the time that she found me.

"'What are you doing here?'" she had asked me out of earshot of my father. I stammered and stuttered. 'I don't do this for an audience, only for participants," she said. Victoria whipped out a pair of handcuffs and fastened my hands behind my back. As my father moaned in his bedroom, she led me to the sitting room. She sat down, spread her legs wide, and commanded me to lick her pussy." Oh, god! thought Jennifer. No wonder he's so far out in left field when it comes to sex!

"Victoria repeated that about a dozen times. Each time, she would come over and tie my father up. Then she would come for me and have me use my mouth to give her pleasure. She was a very good teacher, actually."

Jennifer remembered the time that he had performed oral sex on her. It certainly was the best that I'd ever had! she thought.

"I'm not sure why Victoria stopped coming over. My father's next girl was not a dominatrix. In fact, when I spied on them, she was always dressed up from head to toe in rubber or shiny vinyl, and tied to my father's bed.

"One day, when I was listening through the door, I heard the phone ring. After finishing, my father said 'I have to go for a couple of hours. I think you'll be able to manage for that long,' he said.

"I raced back to my room and waited for my father to leave. When I was sure that he was gone, I went back to my father's room and slowly snuck inside.

"The woman was there, in a full body suit that covered her from head to toe. Her eyes were hidden by the hood, and she was breathing through a tube in her helmet. High heels were locked onto her feet, and the only part of her flesh that was visible was her pussy. Her narrow waist was obviously due to a corset underneath the rubber.

"I'm not quite sure why, but I used Victoria's lesson first. With my tongue and lips, I had her squirming against her bonds. I heard her moaning through her breathing tube. Then, when I was done with that, I climbed up onto the bed and mounted her.

"I had sex with her three times. I was fortunate in that there was a window in the room that would let me see my father's car approaching. When I saw it coming, I pulled out and headed for my room.

"If my father ever found out about that, he never told me. And three years later, he died as well. There was a pileup on the highway... and my father did not survive."

Jennifer closed his briefcase and put it on the floor. She tossed his papers onto the top of the briefcase, and wormed over to him. She put her rubber encased arms around him, and pulled him close. "That must be painful to remember," she said. He did not pull away from her.

Richard nodded, but did not elaborate. "I was left, just fifteen years old, with all of my father's money and possessions. It was very awkward for me. I had always had private tutors when my father was in charge of my education. My father had named my second cousin my legal guardian, and he was actually rather nice to me. He had his own sizable fortunes and was not interested in manipulating mine. He showed up when a legal guardian was needed, but didn't meddle in my life.

"I was not exactly the socialite. I spent my time designing bondage and fetish outfits, as well as handling the portfolio that my father left me. I learned how to do self bondage in some very elaborate ways. When I was twenty two, I had the idea to acquire partial or full ownership in a company that would cater to my particular tastes.

"That company was Fantasy Supreme. The company headquarters and production facilities are just across town, actually. However, I was not and am not the sole owner of the company. The five men that were over on friday are the other five stockholders. We each have about equal holdings in the company.

"To tell you the truth, it is not the most profitable company that I own. But it seems to be consistent in its balance sheets from year to year. In fact, all parts of your maid's outfits and the rubber dress that you are wearing now came from Fantasy Supreme.

There was a long pause in his narration. "What about your wife?" she asked as she tried to adjust the plugs inside of her rubber encased body. All she accomplished was to stimulate herself a bit more.

Richard took a very deep breath before answering. "I met my wife three years later at the company Christmas party of Fantasy Supreme. She was a new hire, and was rather amazed by all that she was seeing."

"Susana?" Jennifer asked. Richard nodded.

"We talked for the longest time that night. We had our first date two days later. I slowly started to show her the things that turned me on. She was hesitant at first, but it didn't take her long to really get into it.

"But... I guess that we were two people that saw what we wanted to see in the other person. That wasn't clear until we were married, about two years after we had first met.

"I tried to let her find her innermost fantasies. I succeeded. Unfortunately, they did not mesh well with mine. I wanted all of the trappings of a life of fetish with a great deal of sex to boot. As she became more versed in the possibilities, she found herself adoring the lifestyle of a dominatrix."

"She constantly wanted to be in charge, while I wanted more balance in our relationship. Also, her main pleasure was derived from keeping control of a man in all ways... which included long periods of enforced sexual abstinence. I... did not like that."

"How do you think that I liked it?" she asked.

Richard smiled. "It is one thing to have a chastity belt in anticipation of a reward at the end. It is quite another not to know when or even if your other half is going to relent.

"Two years after that, we finalized our divorce. In the end, it was an amicable parting, I suppose. She had signed a pre-nuptial agreement that left her with a comfortable nest egg."

"That was a year ago. I have dwelt alone here since then. I have been looking... for something to compare to that first year that Susana and I had together. The joy of exploration, the closeness, the trust..."

This reminded Jennifer of the letter from the personal service to Richard. "So," she asked, with her red rubber arms still around him, "where do I fit in?"

Richard snorted with a twisted smile. "Originally, I just wanted someone to help out around the house and indulge a few of my voyeuristic fantasies. I never meant for it to become more than a business relationship."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "What do you expect? You put my body on display, and expect me not to think of sex with the handsome man who happens to be my employer? Maybe there's some impropriety, but dammit, I don't care! I'm not staying here for the money anymore. I'm here because of you."

Richard stared at her. "Be careful what you say," he said. "I have some very definite and stringent requirements in a companion. Most women are rather put off by it, while the remainder seem more interested in my checkbook than in me."

"Why don't you give me a chance?" she asked. "I'm here, right now, and willing. No waiting."

"I... have been burned already. It is not that easy for me to believe... that there is someone interested in me for my own sake."

"You just don't understand," Jennifer said. "I've never had a person that really wanted me. My mother told me day after day how worthless I was. Every boyfriend that I had when in school and when I was out on my own just wanted a live blow-up doll to screw silly. Whenever I asked for just a little more, they were gone.

"The way that you looked at me that night... with that hunger in your eyes. That hunger was for me, I'm sure. I've... never had anyone look at me like that. And... well, when you finally did get to business, you didn't leave me hanging. Every other boyfriend I had would get me that close... and be done with it. Half of them snored."

Richard thought about this for a long time. "I... am not sure. I want you to really know what you're getting into. Remember," he said, looking her in the eye, "you can leave at any time. Just say the word, and I will release you from your contract. You will of course be paid the higher wages."

Jennifer had not thought of the contract in quite a long time. By her estimation, she was probably due for three or four thousand dollars. "I'll remember that, but I don't think that I will be taking you up on it."

"I have to be sure... don't expect our relationship to change. I *have* to be sure."

She looked at him. "Can you at least drop the pretense of me being here to do the chores? You could hire a couple of people to do all of that much more efficiently than I could do it. Then you would have more time with me. Why don't you just admit that you like to see me dressed up for your pleasure, and that you really wouldn't mind throwing me to the floor and taking me right now? Come on! Why don't you do what you *really* want to do with me?"

"There are some practical difficulties with that," he said. "But..." A smile came across his face. "There is something that comes to mind..."