She heard him trying to talk through his gag.

Jennifer walked around the bed and looked down at the black vinyl encased Robert. He turned his head and looked up at her. "I can't hear you very well," she said with a smile on her face. This would be fun! But... I don't really want him to get all pissed off about this, she thought.

"Robert," she said. "You seem to be in a bit of a bind," she said, smiling at her little joke. "All those closures and lacings on your outfit are *so* complicated. I'm just a dumb woman. It would take me forever to figure them out," she said, doing her best blond bimbo imitation.

"But, I know you might be getting very upset about this. I just want to have a little fun now that you're the one in distress. I promise that by morning, I will let you out of it." She looked down at him, and could not read the look in his eyes. "If you *truly* can't trust me to do this, clench your right fist, and I'll start to get you out right now. But if you don't mind going along with your dirty minded maid, clench your left fist."

Richard didn't clench either for almost a minute. "Can't decide?" she asked. Finally, he made a fist with his left hand, and a thrill went through her.

Jennifer was smiling broadly. She looked at Richard's bound form one last time. He had six plus inch black stiletto heels on his feet, a very tight black vinyl corset that went from ankles to armpits, and a black vinyl hood with eye holes, nose holes, and a gag. His arms were attached to the sides of the corset by buckling straps, and could not move from their places. Out of the middle front of the corset, a black vinyl penis sheath was erect. It could be unsnapped from the corset... something that Jennifer relished the thought of. "I have something else for you to think about. I am going to get out of this purple vinyl bridesmaid's dress and boots, and run around the house naked for a while. That means that I will be out of uniform, breaking the rules. Just imagine how you are going to have to punish me for that!" she said, and gave him a kiss on his exposed neck.

Jennifer left his room, walking slowly in the six and a quarter inch stiletto heeled boots. She made it back to her room, and started the laborious process of unlacing herself from her dress and boots.

Maybe twenty minutes later, she was free of them. "Now what?" she wondered aloud. "I want to wear something to really turn him on." The thought of wearing the black rubber maid's outfit did not appeal to her, because Jennifer also wanted to surprise him. "I could check out his stash downstairs," she said aloud. Maybe there I could figure out what would turn him on best. I'm sure that the outfits that he designed himself would really turn him on!

Jennifer walked out of her room, and detoured to Richard's room before. "Look!" she said, walking over to him. "Out of uniform!" She scampered out, and went to the basement.

She opened up the door to the ex-girlfriend's outfits, and turned on the light. This one was also row after row of drawers. However, there were labels on these drawers, as well as lists of contents.

Jennifer slowly walked around the room and surveyed the labels for themes. "Let's see, high heels are everywhere, and corsets are almost everywhere. I knew that already." She continued to look, and saw some other themes. "Hmmm... it seems that about half of these say 'hobble skirt', and most of the ones that don't say that say 'tight skirt' instead. Richard really likes that, doesn't he," she said.

That presented Jennifer with a problem. She wouldn't mind wearing one, but that would get in the way with what she wanted to do with Richard. "Aha!" she said, as she spotted another label. '6" shoes, size 8 1/2. Corset, black, satin, 19" (autocorset ready). Hobble skirt, black, rubber. Full back 2-way zipper.'

"That's it!" she said, opening up the drawer. The corset was smaller than she had worn yet, but she wouldn't have to lace it all the way up. She just wanted a skirt that was easy to remove when she wanted to.

She pulled out the contents of the drawer. The shoes had the familiar locking mechanism that she was used to. The rubber hobble skirt fit the description. It looked that it would fit her very tightly, but there was a zipper that extended from floor to waist, with zippers on the top and bottom.

The corset had her confused. It would extend from the top of her butt to the middle of her breasts, with half breast cups and a high back. But there were no lacings at all, and no opening in back. Instead, in front, there were two metallic strips with metal loops on the very top and bottom. Projecting from one of the strips were a half dozen very short metal rods that ended in hooks. They looked like they would enter the other metal strip via a very thin slot in the metal. Between the metal strips, there was a very long tongue of black satin material.

There was one more thing in the drawer. This looked to be some sort of mechanical device, with two electric motors and a pair of short blunt metal hooks for each motor. There was an electrical plug for a wall outlet.

Something clicked with Jennifer. "Ah! The motors will pull the corset in place, then the little hooks will hold it closed. This will be much easier than lacing. She took her outfit and the device and ran up to her room.

First, she put on the shoes and locked them in place. Her next project was the corset. She first had to put the corset around her body. Then, she attached the hooks of the corseting device to the loops on the front of the corset. She made sure that the tongue of black satin would protect the flesh at the front of her chest from being caught between the metal strips. Last, she plugged the device into the wall.

There was the whining of electrical motors, but nothing seemed to happen. She brought her hands up to the front of the corset, and found that it was indeed closing slowly.

Her breath became more and more labored as the motors labored. She had to grab ahold of one of her bedposts and pant as the two metal strips neared each other. "Wasn't I planning to leave the lacings open?" she whispered aloud as the machine neared the end.

"Click. Clickclickclickclick. Clickclickclickclickclickclick. The motors on the device suddenly stopped. Somehow, Jennifer managed to disconnect the machine from her corset and put it on the dresser..

She had to rest before putting on the skirt. She wanted to make a good entrance, so she left the bottom zipper at the floor. Jennifer unzipped the top zipper, and managed to wriggle inside of it while sitting on the bed. She stood up, and zipped it up in front of her.

The skirt was tighter than she had guessed. Her feet could only take four inch steps in the skintight rubber hobble skirt. As she made for the door, she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Locked on six inch patent spiked heel shoes adorned her feet. Just above them, an ultra tight shiny black hobble skirt began, and went all the way up to her nineteen inch corsetted waist.

This black satin corset was the most extreme that she had ever worn. After the machine had done its work, there was no obvious opening in the corset. Her ultra narrow waist was countered by a very full chest. The breast cups kept the breasts upright and perky, and the top half of each nipple was visible.

"This ought to get him hard," she said as she slowly walked out of his room.

The heels and skirt were so restrictive, that it must have been ten minutes before she arrived at Richard's room. Jennifer was becoming hot in the crotch with anticipation, and this was without the aid of any intrusive vaginal devices.

She slowly opened up his door, and she saw him crane his head around. He couldn't see her quite yet.

"I'm sorry for the wait," she said. "But I had to get done up all special for you," she said.

When he caught full sight of her, she swear that she saw the sheath on his black vinyl body corset move. Jennifer smiled at this. "Do you like?" she asked.

There was a mumbled response from her gagged employer. Ever so slowly, she walked over to him. "I thought that you would appreciate this," she said breathlessly. The breathless part was more because of the corset than by design.

Jennifer sat down on the bed and wriggled over next to him. Richard was on the center of the bed, so that by the time that Jennifer was next to him, she was entirely on the bed herself. She sat down next to his crotch, and angled her lower body towards his upper body so that he could get a very clear look at what she was wearing. Jennifer raised her ankles up and wriggled her shoes around for him to see.

"Are you a little excited by this?" she asked as she put one of her hands on his vinyl sheathed penis. It barely moved at all. "Maybe we'll just have to do something about it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she unsnapped the sheath that kept his manhood chained in place.

It took her some effort to get the sheath off of his manhood. When it was off, she saw why. His erect penis was bigger around than the width of the sheath. He must have been mighty uncomfortable! Jennifer thought.

Slowly and gently, she used her hands to stroke his penis. It was rock hard, and hot under her touch. I'm not going to make it easy on you, she thought, remembering Richard's teasing tongue.

Several minutes of gentle stroking left him hard. She thought she felt something twitch inside of his black body corset, so she stopped and grinned at him. "Close?" she asked.

His only reply was a groan. Jennifer wriggled around and managed to lie down on her front. Her corsetted and rubber skirted rear was right next to his head. She twitched her butt muscles and wriggled her legs when she knew that he was looking.

Jennifer leaned over him and brought her tongue into play. She licked around the base of his penis, then ever so gently licked the underside of his penis while holding the base with one of her hands.

She felt it twitch in her hands. Semen suddenly shot out of his intensely erect penis and hit the mirror some fifteen feet away.

"Christ!" she said aloud as he continued to spew forth his fluids. A good amount of it made a mess on his black vinyl corset dress. She heard him moan and try to wriggle within his confining outfit. But he had designed it too well and all he could do is rotate his high heeled feet. I guess this kinky stuff *really* turns him on, she thought. I've never even heard of a guy coming that easily. As she tried to breath in the corset, Jennifer realized that 'easily' was a matter of perspective.

"What a mess you've made!" she said in mock anger. She took the corner of a bed sheet and used it to wipe the thick fluid off of his corset. "What am I to do with you?" she asked.

Richard's penis started to become limp. All that she had to do was wriggle her butt and bring her hobble skirted legs even closer to his face. His penis was instantly hard again. "Again?" she asked. "I don't know about this. I think that you've been a bad boy. Do you deserve any more tonight? Maybe I should just put the sheath on you and prance around in front of you for awhile. What do you think?"

Richard let out a long, incomprehensible groan. "Well, if you put it *that* way," she said. Let's just see how hot my outfit and his makes him, she thought.

She brought her head down on his groin, and brought her lips down on the underside of his penis, near his base. She gently sucked, but didn't move up the length of his penis or use any hard pressure.

Jennifer did this for maybe ten minutes, while wriggling her lower half around in front of him. She was about to try something else when she felt a familiar twitching in his penis.

Another wad of semen was ejected from his penis. This one only made it to the edge of the bed. Again, while moaning in pleasure, he made a mess of his shiny black corset.

"I just don't know what I'm going to do with you," she said, shaking her head. "No self control at all."

Jennifer decided to see what kind of limits Richard had. She didn't even bother to clean him up. Instead, she sat back up and grabbed ahold of his penis. With full pressure and range of motion, she used her hand like a piston to stimulate him.

She had to switch hands, but forty minutes brought three climaxes. "Are you sure that you haven't starred in a porn movie?" she said. His response was mumbled. Richard's penis, although moderately large, did not have the superhuman mass that she had seen in her two X-rated movie experiences. And after the third time, it took her less than a minute of rubbing her rubber clad legs against his bare arm and stroking his penis to bring it back to full hardness again.

"And to think that I've been wasting all of that," she said. Jennifer leaned back on the bed, and unzipped her skirt. She slithered out of it, showing her bare legs and dripping crotch in stark contrast to her extreme black satin corset and long six inch spiked heels. Moving carefully in her corset, she straddled his slick black vinyl corsetted body and guided his erect penis into her wet and waiting receptacle.

"Ooooh," she said as it slid in. She gently moved her hips back and forth against the slick vinyl. She moved his penis back and forth inside of her, bringing it up against her aching clit.

It only took her a few minutes to reach her height of pleasure. When she was there, she collapsed on top of him, with his penis still inside of her, and struggled to regain her breath against the extreme tightness of her corset.

She could feel him trying to thrust, but the corset held his legs and torso rigid. All he could do was thrash his shoulders about, clench his fists, and twitch his high heeled feet about.

At least I can recover between orgasms, she thought to herself. Even if I am wearing a corset, I don't have to screw until I pass out! She righted herself and looked down at him. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

There was only a short groan from Richard. Jennifer resumed her grinding and sliding, and it took her less than ten minutes to reach orgasm again.

Again she collapsed on top of him to recover. He was still rock hard inside of her. It took Jennifer longer to recover this time.

The third time, as she orgasmed, she finally felt him shooting his sexual fluids inside of her. She smiled as she collapsed on top of him yet again.

"Was that good for you?" she asked as she recovered from this experience. Richard moaned a great long moan through his gag.

"I'll be back," she said as she disengaged from him. She had to truly concentrate to walk in the heels with echoes of sexual pleasure still bouncing around her body. She went to the bathroom, took a wet washcloth, and soaked it with warm water. Jennifer cleaned herself up, then Richard.

She was not quite in the mood to continue yet. So, she returned to the bed, and wriggled her way back into the rubber hobble skirt. "You like me to wear this?" she asked him. A half erect cock that suddenly reached a full erection was her answer.

Jennifer teased the tip of his penis with her fingers for the longest time. Then, she unzipped the skirt and found her position on top of him once again.

He's going to get no sleep tonight, Jennifer vowed. But for that matter, neither will I.