"Can you explain why we are going to a wedding?" she asked. "On a Sunday night?"

"It's not exactly a wedding, actually," he said. "It is a renewal of marriage vows. It is their anniversary, and it coincidentally happens to fall on a Sunday this year."

This answer did not satisfy her, but she decided to change tactics. "Who is getting married? Or getting renewed, anyway?"

Richard led her over to the ring of keys in her room and unlocked her maid's outfit. "You have actually already met the man. Henry and his wife Vicki are going to be the guests of honor," he said as he unzipped her black latex french maid's costume. Richard next unlocked her shoes and detached the garters from her rubber stockings.

"I bet you already have something picked out for me to wear," she said.

"That's one way to put it," he said as he unrolled her rubber stockings down her legs. "In fact, you are to be one of the bridesmaids."

She was confused by that. "I don't understand," she said.

Richard had taken everything off of her except for her chastity belt and rubber corset. He unlocked the chastity belt and then started to loosen her rubber corset. "Don't worry about it. Just take a bath, make yourself pretty, and by the time you're done, I'll have your outfit ready.

She followed his directions, and sure enough, by the time that she was done, Richard was waiting there, in her bedroom. He was wearing a skintight rendition of a tuxedo done in shiny leather, complete with leather tie. Her outfit was laid out on the bed.

First, Richard picked up a pair of purple thigh-high boots. They looked to be made of shiny vinyl, and the heels were at least six inches high. They closed by lacing up the front.

Jennifer sat down on the bed so that he could put them on her legs. It took him fifteen minutes to lace them up her legs. "How do they feel?" he said.

She stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. "Actually," she said, taking an experimental step in them, "They seem fine," In fact, they felt like they gave her more support than her stiletto shoes. It was a bit less difficult to walk in these, she decided.

There was only one other piece to the outfit. It looked like a frilly purple bridesmaid dress, done in shiny purple vinyl. It had a high neck and long sleeves, but there were two small holes in the front that were about where her nipples should be.

As she stepped into it, she saw that in the back it had the lacings of a built-in corset. Sure enough, her nipples protruded through the holes in the dress. As Richard slowly tightened the corset, she could feel her nipples starting to protrude through their holes.

"Oh, god!" she said as he tugged his last time. "How tight is that?" she asked.

"Just a touch above twenty inches, when fully closed," he said. "It is fully closed now."

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror now. Purple vinyl extended from her neck to the floor, with long sleeves. Her breasts almost seemed to be bursting out of the outfit through the two small holes in the front. The corset gave her an ever so tiny waist, which was emphasized by the flare of the full skirt below.

"Let's go," he said, offering his arm for her. She took ahold of it, and accompanied him out of her bedroom. No chastity belt, she noted mentally. Maybe tonight...

There was a limousine waiting out front. "Don't worry about the driver seeing you," Richard said. "He's from Fantasy Supreme."

"If you say so," she said.

Richard guided her into the huge back seat first, then sat down beside her. As he shut the door behind them, the limousine started to slowly move.

Jennifer slowly moved her hand over to Richard's leather covered crotch. "Can we play on the way there?" she asked.

Richard shook his head, but did not jerk her hand away. "He's less than fifteen minutes away. I would really rather not."

Jennifer sighed against the tightness of the corset that was built into her vinyl dress. "All right," she said, but she did not remove her hand. She left it there, moving it ever so slightly, for the entire trip.

Her efforts were rewarded as she felt his penis slowly hardening on the way there. By the time that they stopped, it was as rock hard as she had ever felt it.

Richard seemed to be moving a bit uncomfortably as he exited the limo. He offered his hand to assist her out of the car.

Jennifer saw that they were at yet another mansion. The sun had nearly fallen, and a cool breeze that swept by put goosebumps on her exposed nipples.

Richard escorted her up the path that led to the front door. He knocked on the door, and it opened almost immediately.

"Come in," said a woman dressed in a satin french maid's outfit. It was very similar to the one that she had worn, Jennifer noticed. She wore five and a half inch stiletto heels and fishnet stockings. The skirt of her outfit dropped lower than Jennifer's, but was just as wide. She guessed that there was a corset underneath it. The outfit did not go up her neck, but stopped a bit below that.

Richard helped her through the doorway. Jennifer immediately saw that there was a second woman dressed almost identically to the first. However, this woman was nearly five inches taller in height.

"You can follow me," this one said in a lower, huskier voice. They followed this satin french maid through the hallway and gestured for them to go through an open double doorway.

The maid turned and walked back where she came from. "Henry and Vicki have two very talented servants," Richard whispered to her as they walked forward. "The one that first greeted us is Becky. The one that led us here is Arnold."

"Arnold?!" she said with an excited whisper. "That was a man?!"

"Indeed," he said. "In fact, if I'm not mistaken, Becky and Arnold were married themselves a couple of months ago."

Jennifer's brain did not know how to handle this information. She was so confused that it took her a few seconds to start looking around the large ballroom that they were now in.

Three large crystal chandeliers illuminated the long rectangular hall. Jennifer and Richard had entered at one end of the hall. There was a long red carpet ahead of them, which ended at a small raised platform.

Soft music was playing in the hall. Jennifer could see that there were two tuxedo clad men standing near the end of the aisle on one side, and two similarly dressed women on the other. "It's already started," he said. "I'll show you to your place. Remember, stand still and be quiet. For me," he said, looking into her eyes.

"For you, " she repeated, looking back. She kept looking at his beautiful eyes and supported herself against him as they traveled down the aisle.

He stopped, and she turned to see where they had ended up.

To her right, there were two women that she did not recognize. The one furthest away was no older than she was, while the nearer one was perhaps in her mid thirties. Both were dressed as she was, in the purple vinyl bridesmaid dresses, complete with holes for the nipples and built in corsets. From their height, she guessed that they were wearing similar high heels. They both looked at her, but were standing still and at attention.

In front of her, there was a metal pole built into the floor. It came up about two feet, and then ended in a rectangular metal block. Two dildoes protruded upward from the block, just inches apart, and there was something on the block between the dildoes. It looked like both phalluses had been well lubricated.

Jennifer gave him a questioning, somewhat alarmed look. "Just like the red dress," he whispered. "You can do it." This *is* just his kind of kinky thing to do, isn't it! Jennifer thought. He'd *better* appreciate this!

Jennifer lifted up her dress and turned around. She moved so that her crotch was right over the two phalluses. Carefully, she sat down, letting both of them find an orifice. "All the way," she heard him whisper.

Finally, she was all the way down on the two dildoes. They felt cool, and slid inside of her more easily than she could have believed possible. The feel of the dildoes was starting to make her hot. When she was done, the flesh between her pussy and anus was now touching the cold rectangle of metal. She was surprised to hear the low hum of a mechanical device. To her surprise, she felt the pole underneath her start to slowly move up.

Jennifer shot him a panicked look, but Richard smiled reassuringly at her. The dildoes could not go any further into her, because the metal plate acted like a very narrow seat for her. She kept going higher and higher and higher...

It stopped only when her legs were fully extended out underneath her. If she unbent her knees at all, she felt her weight start to concentrate uncomfortably in that tiny region of flesh that touched the metal. As she was already standing in her tiptoes in these six plus inch stiletto heels, there was no way that she could get the dildoes out of her.

I'm stuck here, she thought to herself. Richard, still smiling, took a place across from her, some fifteen feet away.

By the time that this was done, the next procession had come down the aisle. But this was not a couple. Instead, it was just one person in a bridesmaid dress like her own, being escorted by Becky the french maid. But the nipples poking through the holes in the bridesmaid dress looked fake, somehow. The corset looked to be very tight around the waist, but the final figure was not that dramatic. And the face...

It had enough stubble that she knew that it had to be a man. And... it looked like one of the men that Richard had over that friday night... John!

There were two poles with dildoes left her right side that were not occupied. Becky did not lead him over to the poles. Instead, she unscrewed the front dildo from its socket, and replaced it with something resembling a penis sheath that would stick out horizontally instead of vertically. After she had done this, he picked up his dress and turned around. Jennifer could see that he wore matching purple patent boots that had heels at least as high as her own, if not higher. John rolled his eyes at Jennifer briefly, sighed, and slowly sat down on the rear dildo. When he was done, Becky reached under his dress and guided his penis into the sheath that now was a part of the device.

Just as had happened to her, the pole started to raise up. As this was happening, Becky turned and walked back up the aisle. Jennifer noticed that there was no one standing across the aisle from him.

Let's see... Jennifer tried to remember the names of the people here while she shifted and tried to find a more comfortable way to stand.

The first man was Collin, the young man that she had remembered. He stood across from the woman that was Jennifer's age. Then there was Ben across from the woman in her thirties. Then Richard of course, looking at her as she fidgeted. She felt herself actually blush at the attention.

On my other side is John, the bridesmaid. That leaves... she wasn't able to remember the last one.

A couple walked down the aisle. The name Adam came to mind. A woman in her late twenties held his arm and traveled down the aisle with him. She was dressed as the rest of the bridesmaids. She seemed to be walking unsteadily in her footwear.

Adam guided her to the last empty double dildo pole, and helped her get on it. That one too raised up, and made her stand up at attention as Adam took up a place across from her.

The music changed to a wedding march. Jennifer looked towards the entrance, and saw a pair that was very slowly traveling down the aisle. Jennifer looked the other way, and saw that Arnold, the very convincing transvestite french maid, was standing on the platform waiting for them.

A low hum started in the dildo in her vagina. Jennifer looked over to Richard. He only put his finer to his lips and shook his head.

The vibrations grew in intensity as the couple made its way down the aisle. She thought that she heard vibrations coming from both sides of her, as well. Jennifer looked at the woman on her left, and saw that she was clenching her teeth. John on her other side was fidgeting and twisting back and forth, setting his vinyl skirt swaying.

Jennifer was having a very hard time staying silent and keeping still when the bride and groom walked by. The groom was wearing a metal studded leather collar, shiny black leather gloves, and a pair of black leather shorts. There was a hole in his shorts, and his erect penis was standing out at attention, with a slight upward angle. In his hands, he held a chain that connected to a leather collar around the bride's neck.

The bride caught Jennifer's attention. There was a very filmy white veil over her, but it was so translucent that Jennifer could make everything out underneath it. The bride was wearing a white leather harness around her head that had a built in leather blindfold and a gag. Below that was a white leather posture collar that kept her from slouching her neck.

She wore a brassiere, of sorts. It consisted of two strips of leather about three inches wide that tightly circled the base of each breast. They were held in place with straps around her back and her shoulders. Each nipple was pushed against a small metal ring that was held tightly in place by four chains that connected to the leather breast wrap.

At her waist, she wore what was either a very wide white leather belt, or a very narrow white leather corset. It looked to be cinched very tightly, and there was a noticeable bulge of flesh both above and below it. At both sides of the belt, there were wide white leather arm cuffs attached. The brides wrists were firmly restrained there by the cuffs.

From the front, the bride looked to be wearing a white leather hobble skirt that extended from waist to floor. But as she passed, Jennifer saw that almost all of the back was cut away. There were buckling straps in back at the waist, at the knees, and at the ankles. But other than that, her entire backside below the waist was open for viewing.

Jennifer also saw that the bride was wearing white patent shoes with over six inch tall heels. Her backless leather skirt was buckled so tightly that she could only step three or four inches at a time. So that's why she was taking so long, Jennifer thought. Jennifer also noticed a strap that went through the bride's butt cheeks, that did not seem to be a part of the skirt. Jennifer concluded that the poor girl was probably wearing a chastity belt under all that, as well.

The two of them slowly marched by as quickly as the bride could inch along. Behind the bride, tending the bride's long veil, was the french maid Becky, in her black satin uniform and black stilettos. She now had a cord around her throat that had a key on it.

The trio finally stopped in front of the platform. The vibrations in her groin were becoming unbearable. Just as Jennifer shifted forward enough to get the vibrations away from her clitoris, the one in her anus started to quiver ever so slightly.

"Dearly belusted," the pastor/french maid said. The voice was either that of a high pitched man or a low pitched woman. "We are gathered here today for a joyous event. We are here witness the joining and coupling of this man and woman. Look, all, and witness the bonds of attraction that join the two of them.

Bonds of attraction.. oh god! Jennifer had to stifle a moan and clench her teeth. She looked over and saw that Richard was grinning at her like a fiend.

"Witness her bridal finery! Is she not an object of lust? And witness his fine show of manhood! Does he not lust for her?"

The male french maid looked down at the two of them. "Let us recite our vows, and take them to heart. You, Henry, do you take this woman..."

"Yes! Anytime! Anyplace! As often as possible!" the groom blurted out.

"I'm not done yet," said the pastor/maid.

The four assembled men chuckled. None of the girls (or John) chuckled at all. Jennifer assumed that they were trying to keep the fires in their groin at bay.

"As I was saying," continued the pastor, in his satin maid's outfit, stiletto heels, and fishnets. "Do you, Henry, take this woman, Vicki, to be your wife and slave?"

"I do!"

"And do you promise to use her as you will, to express your lust and your deepest fantasies with her, and bring her pleasure like none seen before on earth!

"I do!"

"Vicki, I would also ask you to recite your vows, but you cannot right now. So I will recite them for you."

"I, Vicki, promise to be a willing and sexy companion for Henry. I will dress to keep him as horny as humanly possible. I promise to couple with him as frequently and as frantically as the limits of my flesh allow. And I promise to bring him pleasure like none seen on this earth before! Grunt once if you agree."

There was a single grunt from the bride. Jennifer was frantically clutching at her dress with her hands, trying to stay under control. She was sure that her juices were dripping down the pole and were now probably pooling on the floor.

"Is there a key for the bride?" the pastor/maid Arnold asked.

"There is," said the french maid Becky. She took it off of her neck and handed it to Henry.

"You may disrobe the bride," the pastor/maid instructed.

Henry threw back her veil and quickly unbuckled her hobble skirt. As it fell to the floor, Jennifer saw that she had guessed right. The bride wore a white leather chastity belt under the backless hobble skirt. Eagerly, he put the key into the heart shaped lock in the front of the belt and removed it from her.

"You may now take the bride," the pastor/maid Arnold instructed. "And the assembled masses can now voice their pleasure at the event."

Almost in unison, the five purple dressed women and one man let out groans and moans of pleasure. Henry had already lowered his bride to the floor and was now frantically thrusting away inside of her.

"Remember, guests!" said the maid/pastor. "No fornicating on the grounds except for the bride and groom. If you truly must, please leave. Of course, you are all welcome to witness the blessed event for as long as you like."

Jennifer saw the older gentleman Ben go over to his companion and bodily lift her off of the dildoes. The woman staggered as Ben eagerly led her out the door.

All the others left except for Richard and the male bridesmaid John. He was grunting and groaning in his predicament just as desperately as Jennifer was.

There's no one to let him down, Jennifer thought. She looked over to Richard, who, Jennifer thought, should have taken her off of her stand and hauled her out to the car. But instead, he just stood there and smiled as the two vibrating phalluses brought her made her scream as she reached an orgasm. Maybe that was a bad idea, Jennifer thought as the tightness of the corset affected her after her screaming orgasm and made her head swim. She felt herself starting to fall...

And felt Richard's strong arms catch her bent torso. He straightened her out, then lifted off of her double dildo restraint.

Jennifer did not actually pass out from the experience, but felt lightheaded. She staggered along in the heels that were impossible to walk in now. She caught a glimpse of the bride and groom still going strong as they left. The two maids were nowhere to be seen as Richard pulled her into the limousine and closed the door to the vehicle.

The lightheaded feeling was almost gone after just a minute of riding. "So," she said to Richard. "We're no longer on the grounds. Is fornicating allowed now?"

He smiled at that as he unzipped the fly on his leather tuxedo pants. "Driver, take the scenic route back," he said. Richard threw up her dress, and even with her soaking wet crotch, she was a bit startled by the force he used to push her down on the seat and thrust his rock hard penis inside of her.

She floated higher and higher as he had his way with her. Jennifer felt detached from her body, almost like she was an observer. Her chest labored against the built in corset, and her legs waved their purple spike heeled boots in the air.

Two orgasms swept through her in quick succession. She thought that she felt him ejaculate, but she was so lost in her own experiences that she just wasn't sure. Richard paused afterwards to use his lips and tongue on her exposed nipples. She felt an erotic chill pass through her body as he sucked and played with the two tender points of flesh.

He now dove below her dress, and she felt him probe her drenched pussy. With lips and tongue... he only toyed with her. For minutes and minutes, he brought her ever so slowly up to another moment of ecstasy.

Jennifer heaved and flailed in her corset. But Richard was patient... his tongue stayed just millimeters away from that spot that she knew would give her release.

Suddenly, he was thrusting inside of her again. The intensity of the long overdue climax, with the tightness around her chest, was just too much for her. Jennifer rolled her head and started to lose consciousness yet again.

Maybe I'll get to do this with Richard sometime *without* a corset, Jennifer thought as the last wisps of consciousness fled.