When she regained consciousness, she found herself on her bed, back in Richard's mansion. She was still clothed in her purple vinyl bridesmaid's outfit.

"God," she said aloud. Bits of the pleasure from her sexual ordeal with Richard were still swimming around her mind.

"I wonder if Richard is still up." She rolled out of bed and used her hands to straighten out her gown. She was initially unsteady in her stiletto heeled boots, but she could walk in them slowly.

She looked at her form in the mirror again. "I guess that this isn't my color," she said. "And it especially doesn't work with this shiny stuff." But then again, Jennifer thought, aren't all bridesmaid's dresses are supposed to be ugly?

She walked out of her room, and found that the lights were still on. She found Richard in his den, talking financial jargon with someone on the phone. He noticed her right as she entered the room.

Jennifer sat down in a chair and waited. Richard was naked from the chest up. Below the waist, he still wore the leather pants of his tuxedo.

She waited patiently for ten minutes or so for him to finish his business. "Jennifer?" he said.

"I woke up," she said. "You were wonderful. But... I have a couple of questions about this evening."

"I'll answer them if I can," he said. "Let me write a few things down first, though." He scribbled in a notebook for a few seconds. "I'm done. What do you want to know?"

"Well, the whole vow renewal thing was... bizzare to say the least."

"Bizzare? What else did you think of it?"

"Honestly, I think that watching Henry and Vicki go down the aisle did get me hot," she said, "but I'm not really sure. It's hard to be objective about that when there is seven inches of buzzing dildo in your pussy and up your rear. I also really wished you would have dragged me off of my little stand before you did."

"Why?" he asked.

Didn't I come in here asking the questions? Jennifer thought. But she answered anyway. "I just really wanted you," she said. "As soon as you dressed me up, and I wasn't wearing a chastity belt, I started to hope that... maybe..."

"I didn't let you down, did I?" he asked.

"Oh, no!!" she exclaimed. "But... that's not why I came in here. I'm starting to catch on a little. The thing that I *really* don't get, was why John was dressed up like a bridesmaid with corset and heels and all, had a wriggling dildo put up his ass and a vibrator around his penis, and had to stand there and moan like me."

Richard smiled at that. "Ah. There was no way for you to know about that. My guess is that he had not made up with his wife yet. As of friday, he was on poor terms with her. I'm not exactly sure what about, but..."

"I'm missing something," she said. "Then why didn't he just show up in a leather tux like the rest of you guys and watch the show?"

"You've heard me say this before, but 'why' is not an easy question to answer. Fortunately, this 'why' is easier than your last. I didn't actually want to tell you about any of this... but that was before we talked about... our personal matters." Jennifer nodded, remembering the stories of his childhood that he had told her.

"It goes back to when I bought into Fantasy Supreme," he said. "When I first bought my shares, I showed up for the monthly stockholder's meetings. Very little actual financial business was discussed at those meetings. The rest of the time, the other five men spent their time telling lies about their kinky sexual exploits.

"The genesis of it all was my idea, actually. I was the youngest one of them, the one with the least exposure to others. But... that means I had a few original ideas stashed away." Richard said that with a broad smile.

"I suggested that we change the actual stockholders meetings for Fantasy Supreme to twice a year. That way, maybe we could at least do it over lunch or something. As for the exploits... I suggested a game to 'prove' some of these exploits."

"The other five haggled over details, but none of them could back out. They had built up their stories so high, and backing out would have been an admission of failure. I was gracious, and suggested that we wait one month before starting the game.

"Here are the rules as they were, and they are very similar to the rules we use now. Each of us initially at that stockholder's meeting, designed anywhere from two to ten kinky outfits as best we could. Some were pretty tame, similar to the outfit that you wore your first day of work. Others were more challenging for someone to wear, like the red rubber hobble dress you wore when you greeted them all at the door. A few were even wilder yet.

"It really didn't matter how many any of us designed them or how bizarre they were. We took all of these outfit ideas, and put them into envelopes. The envelopes were then mixed. Each of us drew one, and the rest were put into storage.

"We each read the designs that we drew. It was possible to draw your own design... I did, actually. Now that we knew what the outfit was, we each had to convince a female to willingly wear the outfit in front of all six of us. We would do this by meeting on six consecutive friday nights, one night at each of our homes.

"The host would have to produce this woman dressed up in the outfit that he had randomly picked. She could not be coerced, indimidated, or threatened in any way. She had to do it of her own free will. We also decided that the woman could not be hired to do the job."

Jennifer thought about that. "What about me?" she asked.

"We amended the rules later," said Richard. "I'll get to that. But if the host was *not* able to produce a woman in the outfit, he had to wear it himself!"

She thought about it. This game had been going on for how long? Several years, at least. Richard had not had a companion for much of that time. "Your closet full of clothes?" she asked.

"Almost half of the feminine ones were collected as a part of our game," he said. "The rest I had made on various whims."

She thought about that for a while. "But... what if the outfit had a plug, or something on the nipples, if you know what I mean?"

Richard nodded. "We came up with a list of modifications for situations like that."

"What if the host didn't have a girl, and didn't dress up?" she asked, curiously.

"We have a 'three strikes' rule," he said. "Nothing has to be done if someone wimps out up to twice a year. People do get sick, and schedule conflicts arise. Sometimes a friday night get together can be moved a few days. But if someone would strike out three times in a year, the other five could decide on a suitable action... up to and including taking all of their Fantasy Supreme stock away and not inviting them to play any more."

"That only came up once, with Collin. He *really* doesn't like to dress up for us. He earned three strikes when his luck with women was down. But we came up with an alternative punishment. The rest of us decided that he would have to go through a solid week locked up in a straightjacket. We didn't care how he handled his appointments or who wiped his ass. We also randomly checked to make sure that he was really locked up in it all the time.

"Collin agreed, and managed it. He was rather fragrant afterwards, now that I remember it," Richard said with a smile. "He is also a little more tolerant of dressing up than he used to be."

"What about the rule change?" she asked.

"Collin actually suggested allowing hired women to dress up," Richard said. "We debated it, and agreed to allow it in a very limited form. Essentially, any such agreement must be formally written up. The woman must agree to be 'on duty' for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, for at least a year. She must also know that she can walk out at any time with no questions asked. They also closed the loophole that I used. The woman cannot be an employee of Fantasy Supreme. I found Susana before that rule was passed."

"The woman also cannot be under serious financial distress," he said. "Otherwise, they might be effectively 'coerced' into staying because they need the money so badly. That rule is one reason why I was leery about you. I checked into your financial background. You were unemployed and a few months behind, but nowhere near the money problems that I've seen. You had no mounting credit card debts, your car was paid off, and no one was trying to repossess your soul. Actually, I took care of all of your bill problems and had someone clean up your apartment. If you wanted to, you could walk out right now, debt free, and with a handful of cash."

Jennifer had already thought about that possibility. "No. I'll stay awhile," she said with a smile.

"As long as you remember that when your in this house, it's my rules," he said.

"I remember," she said. "But... tonight wasn't a friday night. And it wasn't anything like one of your friday night get-togethers," she said.

"Ah. Another rule change. We decided to spice things up after the first year. Each of us was allowed one 'holiday' during the year. More if everyone agreed to it. During this holiday, the host was able to make up the rules for the event, as long as he told everyone about them ahead of time. It could be just about anything, as long as the rules were the same for all the guests. The host did *not* have to be playing by the same rules. If someone didn't show, they had a strike against them. But if the host made up rules so insane that no one showed up and played, the *host* had a strike marked against them.

"In the case of Henry and Vicki, the rules were that there had to be a bridesmaid there from each of us, dressed like you are, that would sit quietly on the dildoes during the ceremony. If we couldn't produce one, we had to do it ourselves. I only have to remind you of John.

"In this particular case, the bridesmaid needed to be assisted off of his or her... stimulator. I think that Henri and Vicki probably left John on there for quite some time, actually. He might be heading home now, depending upon how long the newlyweds decide to honeymoon. John probably would never admit it to my face, but I bet he enjoyed it immensely. He just can't bear to do something like that without being able to blame it on someone else. His masculine ego, or something similar. On a side note, Henri and Vicki trade roles every year."

That made Jennifer pause for a moment. But it was nothing compared to the pastor! She decided to ignore it and continue. "Do you have a 'holiday?'" she asked.

Richard looked off into space. "I did, back when Susana and I were married. She even dressed up for me for a year on our fridays. Then she started to refuse as she became more and more into her newfound dominatrix role. It's not that I wouldn't have done it on my own... but it was just the heartless, cold way that she treated me. It was like the Susana that I knew and loved was swallowed up by the dominatrix, so utterly that I couldn't recognize the woman that I fell in love with... like she was so in love with her new self that she couldn't see who I was anymore."

Richard stared off for the longest time. "I guess that she's happy now. From what I understand, she has two loyal slaves now that positively spoil her rotten. The ice has thawed some as well. I suppose that once she felt confident in her new role, she could show her real self again.

"The real mistake was holding on for as long as I did. I should have just accepted what she was becoming, given her a kiss, and cherished the memories for what they truly were. But I just couldn't..."

Richard stopped his soliloquy and put his face in his hands. She could hear the distress in his voice as he remembered his ex-wife.

"It's all right," Jennifer said. What should I say? she wondered. Is he about to cry or something?

She remembered an article in one of her magazines that mentioned that it was very hard to get guys to talk about their true feelings. Many of them were scared by deep emotions, and would flee rather than deal with them.

I don't want him to flee, or send me away, she thought. Then again, this is the first time that a man has opened himself up this much to me. I wouldn't know if the article was gospel truth or a complete crock.

"We were talking about the games that you six guys play," she said, changing the subject. "How did it start for you? Did you have a woman back then to dress up for you?" she asked.

Richard took a deep breath, and uncovered his face. "Actually, no. It was also decided that because I was the one to propose it, I should kick it off. I had designed my own outfit, and I had to wear my own outfit. I couldn't hire someone to wear it for me, but I did hire someone to help me get into it and out of it!"

"Do you still have it?" Jennifer asked.

"I'm a packrat about things like that. I think I still have every kinky outfit that I ever wore."

"Would you show me?" she asked. "It would mean a lot to me."

Richard looked at her. "I haven't looked at that in a *long* time. I think that it is in storage in the basement.

The basement... I haven't been there yet. She remembered that there was one door that she had never been behind. Richard took her by the arm and supported her in her towering heels. Sure enough, they ended up at the mysterious locked door.

Richard took a keyring out of his pocked and unlocked it. Jennifer watched carefully, and saw that he left it unlocked. He flipped on a switch just inside the doorway and the stairway down was now very well illuminated. Carefully, Richard guided her down the stairway.

They ended up in the middle of a long hallway. "That way," he said, pointing to her left, "I have a private bondage dungeon, some S&M equipment, and two rooms that are unfinished playrooms. They had much more use when Susana was here."

"Shhhh... we don't have to bring her up," said Jennifer.

Richard nodded. "But this way," he said, "I have stored just about everything that I've had designed, or tried on once, or had someone her try on once. Several times I had girlfriends that didn't work out. Every time, early on, I jumped to conclusions about the relationship and had dozens of sexy outfits made up for them." The two of them slowly walked forward, and they passed the first of four doors. "They are behind this door. I have them very roughly organized by size, style, and material... just in case."

"The next one is unused," he said. "I'll show you all of these in detail, but if I did it tonight, we would be down here until sunrise. This third door holds apparel of mine that is more masculine in intent. The door at the end, where we are approaching, holds my feminine kinky materials. I had a number of things made up in anticipation of one of the guys needing to dress up at the last second. Sometimes, they managed to get someone at the last second."

Richard opened the door and turned on the light. She was expecting to see kinky outfits strewn everywhere. Jennifer was disappointed to see that the walls were lined with unmarked drawers of varying sizes. "How is it organized?" she asked.

"I use the Richard Hane random access system," he said. "I remember where eighty percent of things are. I search frantically for the other twenty percent, if I care enough about it."

Richard guided her to a drawer near the entrance. "I bet this is it," he said. He grabbed the rather large drawer by the handle and slowly pulled it out.

Jennifer was surprised to see that the drawer came out almost six feet. She saw several items on it, that Richard brought out one at a time.

The first items looked like high heeled shoes. I've seen enough of those around here, Jennifer thought. Maybe six inch heels, maybe less, she thought.

The next thing that he pulled out looked like a cross between a corset and a hobble skirt. As he turned it around for her to examine, she realized that it served both functions. It would extend from ankle to the armpits, and laced up the back. There were several buckling straps along each side that would probably restrain the arms quite nicely against the sides of the body.

The last item was a helmet. It had open eyeholes, and noseholes. At the mouth, there was a removable gag with a breathing hole. On the inside of the gag there was a very short but wide phallus that would keep the mouth quite open. All three items looked to be made of shiny black vinyl.

"Wow," she said. "You wore that?"

"Indeed I did," he said. "I didn't get into it on my own, though."

"How could you sit down in that?" she asked.

"Sit down?" he replied. "You must be kidding!"

Jennifer examined the hobble corset dress. As she looked at it, she saw that there was a sheath in the front, where a man's penis could stick out. The sheath appeared to be held on only with snaps and could probably be removed... Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind. If she only had guts to go through with it...

"Why don't you bring it upstairs?" she asked.

"Why?" Richard asked. "It certainly won't fit you. Though I'm sure I could get one..."

"That's not what I mean," she said. "I'd like to see what you looked like that first time," she said. "It's probably the closest thing you have to a prom picture," she said. "Or showing off your prom dress, as the case may be."

Richard looked at her for a long second, and she started to feel uncomfortable with her scheming. "All right," he said. "It *has* been a long time since I've worn this."

Jennifer carried the shoes and the helmet, while Richard dragged the corset dress up the stairs. Richard closed the door behind him, but did not lock it.

He led the two of them up to his bedroom. "What first?" she asked.

"Shoes first," he said. Richard sat on his bed and put the shoes on his feet. He walked around for a bit, experimentally. Jennifer could see in the mirror that their shoes were about the same height.

There was a front busk on the dress, and Richard opened it up. "You will need to help me with this," he said.

It was a challenge, but he managed to wriggle his way into it. He ended up standing up, supporting himself against the bedposts with his arms. He did some more wriggling while staring at his crotch, and she assumed that he was getting his penis in the sheath.

She closed the busks up for him, in front, then began the slow and laborious process of lacing up the back. "God, this is a lot of work!" she said.

"Now you know how I feel," he said.

A bit of revenge was flowing through her thoughts. She spent close to a half of an hour tightening up everything that she could. By the time that she was done, he was laboring for breath himself against his corset.

Poetic justice, she thought to herself. As he stood there with his hands against the post, Jennifer picked up the helmet and slid it over his head. She deliberately did not remove the gag.

Richard let her put it on and lace it up fully in back. "We're not done yet," she said. Jennifer guided one of his arms into the straps against his corset. She buckled his arm to the corset near the shoulder, just above the elbow, and at the wrist. Then, she did the same thing to his other arm, leaving him teetering in six inch heels without being able to move his feet an inch in any direction. From ankle to armpit, he could not bend at all.

Jennifer saw that he was about to fall, and made sure that he fell onto his bed. She managed to push him all the way on his bed, lying on his back.

Finally! she thought to herself. Finally *you're* the one tied up and helpless!

The taste of anticipation on her lips was sweet, indeed.