There was a buzzing in her crotch and anus. Jennifer moaned and tossed her head. Sweat was again rolling down her body, slicking the front of her red rubber hobble dress.

She was seated in a leather chair. The back was low enough that her arms could both be behind her. This was necessary because they were now encased in an arm binder made of matching red latex. Her stiletto heeled feet were tied to the legs of the chair, and the end of the armbinder was fastened to the back legs of the chair.

Richard had unlocked her outer dress long enough to run a wire from her chastity belt down and out the bottom of her skirt. Additionally, one of her hands in the armbinder was now clutching a button that she could press. The wire for this control was strung out the top of the armbinder.

Both wires ended in a metal box with an LED readout that she could clearly see. '00:49:57' was on the readout. Every second, the last number decreased by one.

This box fed power to her chastity belt through the wire that ran up her dress. And the button in her armbinder controlled the box... in a way.

Richard smiled at her as she writhed and moaned. They were in his den, and he was pretending to do serious work. But he spent most of his time watching the wriggling Jennifer in her torture device.

He had told her the rules. "You can turn off the vibrations at almost any time by pushing the button that you have," he had said. "And when the time runs out, your ordeal will be over. The button will stop the vibrations for ten minutes," he said. "But if you use it, *twenty* minutes will be added to the timer. And you will not be able to use the button to stop it for five minutes after the vibrations resume."

Jennifer gritted her teeth and labored against the rubber corset that constricted her waist. Damnit, on this one the dildo *and* the butt plug both vibrate! And these things against my nipples are just icing on the cake!

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the clock. She was getting closer, closer...

A wave of pleasure shot out from her overstimulated genitals. She kicked out violently, but succeeded only in moving the chair a fraction of a millimeter. "God..." she said aloud.

The vibrations continued, and she found herself overwhelmed. "Aaaa!" she said as she pushed the button.

The vibrations stopped immediately. She opened her eyes, and saw the readout on the box. '00:43:21' it said. She let out a gasp when she saw it change to '01:03:21'. "Oh, god," she said aloud. "I'm losing ground."

She looked over at Richard, and he was grinning widely. "This device teaches endurance," he said.

"Don't you know what I'm going through?" she said. Sweat simply ran down his face.

Richard brought over a glass full of beverage with a straw in it. Jennifer drank greedily as he offered it to her. "Actually, there is a similar device for men that I've invented," he said. "I've tried it out on my self. Most interesting. Except that, with the male version, there is a sensor at the tip of the penis. Whenever there is an ejaculation, it has the same effect as you pushing the button."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a pervert?" she said, between sips through the straw.

"Repeatedly," he replied. "But compliments will not get you out of this. Only a high tolerance for pleasure will get you anywhere."

She drained the glass dry. "I'm still thirsty," she said.

"I'll get you some more," he said.

He returned several minutes later with a refill of lemonade. Richard also carried a full pitcher of the stuff in with him."

"What if I can't run it down to zero?" she asked, just before she sucked greedily on this beverage.

"Then you will just have to do it again tomorrow," he said, "until you get it right."

With that statement, the current flowed into her belt again, and the torture of pleasure resumed.

She knew that she had used the button at least eight times. Richard kept the lemonade coming as she asked.

'00:01:07' she saw. An orgasm was ravaging through her body as her eyes were fixed on the readout. "Please..." she said pathetically.

'00:00:44.' She kicked violently against her restraints, but only succeeded in pulling on her ankles. She tried to spread her legs wide, to reduce the pressure on the devices within her, but the rubber hobble skirt kept her legs tightly together.

'00:00:18.' Another one shook her to her very core. She twisted violently in her chair, and Richard could see her bosom heaving against the rubber of the dress and the rubber corset underneath.

'00:00:00.' Finally! She felt the vibrations within her cease. There was a wild, crazy smile on her face as she looked over to the seated form of Richard.

"Very good!" he said. A wave of a very different kind of pleasure went through her. Maybe I impressed him, she thought eagerly. He walked up and started to undo the restraints that kept her attached to the chair.

A few minutes later, the armbinder was gone and the dress was unlocked. She stood up and allowed him to unzip her. She was surprised to see a puddle of sweat on the floor below her dress. Jennifer was surprised that he unlocked the chastity belt and started to untie the rubber corset

The inside of the dress was drenched. And then there was the other layer underneath. "Go upstairs and get cleaned up," he said, after he had removed the corset. Perspiration was dripping from the inside of the corset to the floor. "I'm sure that you would appreciate a bath right now.

He was so right! Jennifer let the jets of hot water massage her body. She closed her eyes and felt relief spreading through her body.

Her eyes traveled around the bathroom. She idly rummaged through a pile of towels that was within reach.

She felt something underneath the pile. When her hand emerged, she was clutching a fetish and bondage magazine. There was a six inch wooden ruler being used as a bookmark. "Wonder how this got there," she said. It was an old wooden one that had probably been there a long time.

Suddenly curious, she got out of the bathtub and went back to her bedroom. She found her black stiletto shoes and measured their heels.

"Five and a half," she said aloud. She then measured the red heels that had so recently imprisoned her feet. "Five and seven eighths."

She put the ruler on her dresser and returned to the bathtub. She dried her hands and idly paged through the magazine.

Jennifer was drying herself off when she heard her bedroom door opening. "Yes?" she said.

Seconds later, Richard appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. She saw that he was wearing a long full length bathrobe that went all the way to the floor. "I took the liberty of ordering out for dinner. If you would care to join me?" he said.

"Certainly," she replied.

"It is a formal dinner," he said. "You will need to dress appropriately."

Jennifer rolled her eyes for the briefest of moments. "I take it you've already picked something out?" she said, putting the towel down. She was now fully naked, less than six feet away from him. But Richard was calm, and there was no burning desire in his eyes.

"Out here," he said as he walked over to her bed. She followed, and saw him holding up what looked to be a one piece bodysuit made of shiny black rubber in one hand. Even the stiletto heels were built right into the outfit. In his other, he held up a black rubber corset.

It took him fifteen minutes to lace the corset onto her. When he was done, that familiar constriction around the waist was once again fighting against her every breath. "Sit on the bed, would you?"

Richard unzipped the back zipper and started to put her left leg into it. There was some sort of white powdery stuff on the inside, and her leg slipped in rather easily. Jennifer saw that the crotch on this outfit was open. She was half expecting some diabolical sex toy to be inside of it. No chastity belt... she could feel herself becoming hot, as she guessed what he might do to her... later.

Jennifer's left leg was now all the way in. Richard repeated the process for the right leg. "You'll need to stand up now," said Richard.

She did, and nearly fell over. Richard grabbed ahold of her by her corsetted waist and kept her from falling over. These heels are even higher yet, she thought. They *have* to be over six inches tall.

Now he guided her right arm into the sleeve of the outfit. To her surprise, she found that the sleeve was bonded to the outside of the outfit, running straight down her right side. The sleeve ended in a thumbless mitten. Next he put her left arm into the matching sleeve. The last step was to zip the outfit up in back all the way to her neck.

Jennifer turned around and looked at herself in the mirror. She was encased in skintight shiny black, with stiletto heels over six inches high attached to each foot. The opening at her crotch revealed a vagina that was moist and ready. There was the narrow waist and very perky breasts. Her hard nipples were showing through the rubber fabric. And her arms looked to be glued to her sides. She tried to move them , but only saw the rubber twist some in response to her efforts.

Robert put one arm around her waist and guided her out of her room. I was just getting used to the other heels, Jennifer thought to herself. Then he changes the rules on me!

Soon they were in the dining room. A full dinner was laid out on the table, with a single candle lit in the center of the table. "Oh, how romantic," she said.

"Thank you." Richard guided her to a chair. Jennifer gingerly sat down. There was enough give in the rubber of her sleeves to allow her to sit comfortably.

Richard now took off his bathrobe. She saw that he was wearing the tight black rubber pants with the built in sheath for his penis. Jennifer remembered what it was like the last time that she saw him wearing them... and she felt even wetter down at her crotch.

As he sat down, she asked a question. "It is gonna be tough to eat while wearing this," she said.

"I don't understand," he said, with a hint of playfulness in his voice. He picked up her fork and put a bit of the salad on it. Carefully, he guided it over to her mouth. "I think that your mouth will work just fine, actually.

Jennifer took it into her mouth and ate it. "That's good," she said after finishing her mouthful.

A long dinner ensued, with Richard feeding her each and every bite of food and every sip of wine. He ate off of his own plate as well. Jennifer was sweating inside of her outfit, but did not mention it. The excitement of the situation was overriding it.

"What's for dessert?" she asked.

"Hmmm..." Richard said. "I must have neglected to order that. We'll have to improvise, won't we?" he said.

He pushed his chair back, but instead of standing up, he knelt down on the floor. Within seconds, he had crawled under the table and had found her dripping vagina with his mouth.

"Oh, god!" she exclaimed. She slid down in her chair and spread her legs wide, to give him better access to her privates. He was methodical in his explorations of her. First, gentle nibbling with his lips. Then his tongue started to probe, first up near the top and only very slowly moving down toward her most sensitive parts.

"Please!" she said, rocking her hips back and forth. He was bringing her close... so close...

She panted against her corset as he backed off his stimulation ever so slightly. "Ooooohhhhh!" she moaned aloud.

Suddenly, his tongue attacked her clitoris with a vengeance. Within seconds, an orgasm wracked through her body. She clenched her legs together around his head, trying to get him to stop as she groaned in pleasure.

Richard apparently took that in good grace, and brought his probing tongue back home. He backed away, and when she next saw him, he was standing up by the table taking a sip of wine.

"I thought that our little training session this afternoon was supposed to increase your tolerance for pleasure," he said. "Apparently, it has its limits."

"That was *wonderful*" she said between pants. Jennifer looked at him, and saw that his black rubber coated half-hard penis was rapidly becoming fully erect. It stood at attention, and pointed directly at her.

"Oh, my," she said, staring directly at it. When her gaze returned to his face, she saw that look of lust, that look of *intensity* returning to it.

"Am I in trouble?" she said in a girlish tone of voice. Richard did not reply, but bent down and picked her up. She kicked her stiletto heeled feet in the air feebly as he carried her to his bedroom.

Richard put her on the bed, then reached down below the bed. He brought out a three foot long bar with a cuff on each end. With a quick efficiency, he fastened her legs to the spreader bar. When he was done, her legs were held apart at an angle that was a touch greater than 90 degrees. "Oh, god!" she said as she felt her groin muscle start to protest.

Moments later, he was on top of her, thrusting his hard and erect manhood into her wet and ready pussy.

Richard was relentless. If he ever ejaculated, she did not notice it. After her first orgasm, he gave her a few seconds of pause. Then, he was back on her, thrusting away.

"Oh, godohgodohgod!" she screamed against the tightness of the corset as the second orgasm swept through her. Richard stopped for an even briefer period of time before resuming again.

It was in the middle of her fifth orgasm that the tightness of the corset finally overwhelmed her, and she passed out.