When she regained consciousness, she was in her room. She took stock of herself and found that she was wearing everything except the collar and the chastity belt.

"That's funny," she said. Jennifer looked around, and saw a note on her nightstand. Jennifer

By the time that you read this, I will be on my way to the east coast. I was originally planning to leave early tomorrow morning, but things have come up that require me to leave tonight.

In your top left drawer, you will find a slightly different belt to wear to bed tonight. This one does not lock on. I am allowing you to use this one because, until thursday afternoon (I should arrive between three and four) you are 'off duty'. However, when I arrive on thursday, I expect you to be properly attired and 'on duty'.

Until Thursday Richard

"He's gone already," she said. "That means that I have the house to myself!"

Jennifer unlocked and took off all of her clothes. She went to his bedroom, and found that he had locked it.

The basement was still unlocked, she found. "Let's see what else he has squirreled away down here," she said. He really seemed to like the corset and hobble skirt that she had found last time.

Jennifer went to the same room again. She turned on the light, and was much more careful in her inspections of the drawer labels.

"Nurse, rubber, white, medium" she read aloud. "Shoes 6", size 9" Jennifer opened the drawer, and found a nurse's uniform made out of white rubber. Matching stiletto heels were also there.

"Miniskirt and top. Rubber, red," she read aloud. Indeed, when she opened the drawer, this is what she found.

She went through a dozen more before she found one that caught her eye. "Mermaid tail, blue, medium. Res waist, long term." she read aloud. Jennifer opened up the drawer and took it out. It looked to be similar to the one that she had worn the night before. But this one had laced up in back, and might have a built in corset of some type.

Another dozen went by before one caught her eye. "Complete wedding outfit, rubber et al. 20" corset. Size 9 shoes, 6 1/2" heels." She was caught with visions of herself walking down the aisle with Richard at her side. Jennifer opened up the drawer, and found four large boxes tied shut with cord. Jennifer took the four boxes, piled them high, and put the mermaid's outfit on top. She shut the drawer, and took her finds upstairs to her room.

She put the mermaid's tail aside, more interested in the contents of the boxes. "The wedding picture of Susana showed her in a normal gown," she said aloud. "I wonder what this was for?"

The first box revealed a pair of six an a half inch spiked white stilettoes. They had the locking straps that Jennifer was used to. Impulsively, she grabbed a pair of locks and put them on.

In the same box, she found a pair of white rubber panties and a white rubber bra. She felt a very thick, very rough phallus in the front of the rubber panties. The rubber bra also had roughened projections where her nipples should go.

Jennifer slipped the bra and the panties on. The panties fit like her chastity belt, and stimulated her whenever she moved. But these seemed to do a better job of stimulating her than an unpowered chastity belt. And the bra... that added to it.

Jennifer stopped a moment and rubbed herself in the crotch, pushing the phallus around inside of her. She could imagine making love to Richard, imagine their wedding night...

She brought herself out of her fantasies long enough to open the next box. It contained what looked to be a white rubber hobble dress, similar to the red one she had worn before. There were also long white rubber gloves inside, and Jennifer guessed that they were to be worn under the dress.

Jennifer next worked the gloves on her hands. They were tricky to put on alone, but she managed. She stepped into the hobble dress, and zipped it up in back. She found that she only had three or four inch steps while wearing this dress.

The next box was the biggest. It contained a large white rubber wedding dress. However, it did not have a zipper or normal closure. As she examined it, she saw that it had a built in corset, that had the automatic locking mechanism in front. Jennifer managed to wriggle into it, and she wore the hobble dress underneath it as an undergarment.

It had baggy shoulders, long sleeves, and a very high neckline. The skirt of it was huge, extending out seven feet in each direction. The train would go back fifteen feet easily. It was very baggy, and she wondered if there was a crinoline to go under it. The front of the dress was still open with the small metal hooks visible out of one side of the closure.

Jennifer opened up the last small box. It took her a moment to recognize what it was. "It's an air pump," she said aloud. It weighed only a few pounds, and would need to be plugged into a wall outlet. Now, why would there be an air pump with this? she wondered.

Jennifer felt the rubber of the dress, and found an answer. In back, underneath a fold in the fabric, she fould what seemed to be a bicycle tire valve. "You inflate it?" she wondered.

Sure enough, the air pump latched onto the valve. Jennifer worked her way over to her dresser, and plugged it into a wall socket. The pump sputtered to life, and she could feel the dress very slowly filling up with air.

As it filled, she felt the front of the built in corset of the dress. The autocorsetting device was there. Also on the dresser, Richard had left the slotted metal bar that he used to release the other corset. Jennifer debated, and hooked the device up to the front of the wedding dress

The corset was closed before the air pump was done. Jennifer found herself gasping a bit against the tightness of the corset. Then, it clicked shut, and she unfastened the corsetting device from the dress and put it on the counter.

She found it strange to watch the dress grow around her. It was as full around as the fullest southern belle dress ever made. Jennifer looked back, and saw that the train, too, was inflating a bit.

"How weird," she said. But, in light of everything that she had seen Richard do, this was not at all surprising to Jennifer.

Jennifer looked in the mirror. To her surprise, she saw that the shoulders of the dress were also inflating. Additionally, there was some sort of airway leading up to her breasts, because it looked like they, too, were inflating.

The dress grew very full and rigid with the air within it. Jennifer managed to reach behind her and unplug the pump from the dress. She tugged on the cord, and unplugged the pump from the wall.

Jennifer took tiny steps in her heels, hobble underdress, and rubber inflated bridal gown. The woman in the mirror had extremely long pointed inflated breasts, and a very tiny corsetted waist. The entire dress wiggled slightly as she stepped forward. This motion moved the plug inside of her around, and caused her juices to start flowing.

Jennifer soon realized that she could not fit her inflated dress through the doorway. She also discovered that the dress around her was so well inflated that it was impossible for her to fall. She was only able to raise her feet up a few inches before the dress supported her weight.

She discovered that in this position, her wriggling could cause very interesting sensations in her crotch and nipples. Jennifer spent more than fifteen minutes whipping herself into a frenzy this way. The inflated dress prevented her from reaching down and helping out with her hands. But, with quite an effort, she managed to reach a standing orgasm.

"That was... interesting," she said, panting against the tightness of the dress. She was glad that she did not have to try to balance in her six and a half inch heels while she did this. As she stayed still and tried to recover, she decided that she had had enough of playing the bride.

Jennifer slowly backed up in her outfit. She reached over and managed to barely grab the corsetting device with one white gloved hand. She reached for the metal bar with her other rubber coated hand. But, as she lifted it off of the dresser, it slipped out of her hand, and landed on the floor.

"Damn!" she said aloud. Bending over in the dress was completely impossible. She tried anyway, and her arms could only reach about halfway down the expanse of her dress. She reached behind her, and tried to release some of the air from her dress. But there must have been some sort of check-valve, because her exertions did not release one ounce of air.

Jennifer grew franic in the dress, and found that the exertions were again stimulating her groin and breasts. Before she thought about it, she was again wriggling around in the dress, trying to get the phallus inside of her to bring her to the height of pleasure. But, although it was easy to start with the phallus inside of her, it was very difficult to bring herself to orgasm. Within ten minutes, she was close. Within another ten, she was *so* close.

"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as the pleasure overtook her. She went completely limp during it, and found that the dress only let her slump over some. Jennifer was still standing through the entirety of it.

After the orgasm had receeded, she tried to think about her situation calmly. "Richard will be back thursday, and Vicki will be over tomorrow. But when?" she asked aloud. And will she be able to get in without me to let her in? There was no one to answer the question for her.

"It's going to be a *long* night," she said with a sigh.