Jennifer was sitting down in front of the television, naked except for the nineteen inch satin corset and the locked on stiletto heels. She heard Vicki's moans from the other room, and used the remote control to turn the volume up. There was a bowl of popcorn next to her on the couch that was half gone.

"Over a hundred cable channels," she said aloud. "I can feel myself turning into a potato!"

A black vinyl outfit was laid out on the remaining couch space. Jennifer had gone to the basement, and found an outfit that interested her. However, this one required assistance to get into it. Jennifer munched on another handful of lightly salted popcorn and waited in front of the television.

Three sit-coms later, the moaning from the other room finally stopped. Jennifer looked over her shoulder, and waited for Vicki to walk through the doorway. Several minutes passed, and no one entered the room.

She got to her stiletto heeled feet and headed for Richard's den. When she arrived there, she saw Vicki panting against the tightness of the corset. Her eyes were closed, and sweat could be seen at her feet. The cuffs were unlocked from the chain, but she was barely moving.

"Vicki?" she asked. "Are you all right?" Jennifer saw that the control button was not in her hands. Instead, it was on the floor.

Jennifer checked a clock. It was two hours since Vicki had first started her ordeal. "God! She didn't even have one break!"

Vicki did not respond to this. Jennifer walked over to her and gently tapped her on the shoulder. "Vicki?"

"Where's the condoms?" she asked without opening her eyes. "I really think that we need to be on the ninth floor. That's where the best banjo music is."

"Vicki?!" she asked, now alarmed.

"Did you know that four out of five dentists prefer cucumbers over carrots as the marital aid of choice?" Vicki said, as she slowly opened her eyes. "And when I pluck my eyebrows, a live crow will tapdance for you."

Jennifer bent down and unbuckled Vicki's ankles. She started to unzip the red rubber hobble dress, but in was locked into place by the small padlock. The key for it was in her room, and not movable from there. "Come on, Vicki! Come back to me!"

Vicki tried to focus on her. "Where... what...?" she asked. "I... oh, god!" she exclaimed. "It just wouldn't stop! I've never had anything like that before!"

"You dropped the control button," Jennifer said.

"I did that on purpose," she said, still not fully focused.

"Why?" asked Jennifer.

"I figured that I could get done sooner. Didn't want to shoot the whole evening. Oh," she continued. "I've really gotta pee."

"Can you walk?" Jennifer asked. Vicki tried to get to her feet, and Jennifer had to grab ahold of her to prevent her from falling. "Let's go," said Jennifer."

She helped Vicki out of the room. "You know, it's a real bitch to walk in this dress with these shoes after you've had your mind melted by sex," she said.

"That's not a revelation to me," replied Jennifer.

Finally, they made it to her bedroom. They had to maneuver around the still inflated wedding dress to get to the keyring. First, Jennifer unlocked the wrist restraints for the control box. Then, Jennifer unlocked the top padlock, and unzipped the dress. Vicki was now wearing the long red rubber gloves, the red corset, the locked on red patent stiletto heels, and the double dildo chastity belt.

Vicki was recovered enough from her ordeal to make it to the bathroom on her own. Jennifer used the metal fork to unlock the chastity belt, and after the phalluses were removed, Vicki proceeded with her business.

"I think I'm done," she said. Vicki got up and tried to walk out of the bathroom. She found out that she was still connected to the bathroom cabinet, and could not leave. "What is this?" she asked. "Where is the key for this thing?"

"Well..." said Jennifer. "After you were all done up and on the chair, I remembered that Richard has the only key for the belt, at least that I know of," she said. "And he's on the east coast. The way it works now, the only way to disconnect yourself from the bathroom is to reconnect the belt."

"Why didn't you tell me?" she asked.

"I thought that I told you how it worked. And, honestly, I forgot about it when you said that you wanted to try it on."

Vicki looked down at the belt. "Well... if worst came to worst, I could always have it cut off. I bet that Richard wouldn't be happy about that."

"Probably not," said Jennifer.

Vicki sat back down on the toilet and started to put the plugs back in their places. "Hmmmmm... let me think. You are the one that got me into this. I'd say that you have to be punished."

"Huh?" said Jennifer.

"I don't get to play the dominant much," she said. "What don't you understand? Doesn't Richard punish you for being bad?"

"Well... I guess so. But I told you how they worked earlier."

"Yea. And you also said that there was one that didn't have a lock on it. I just assumed that this was the one."

Jennifer decided that it wasn't worth arguing over. "Well, maybe it was my fault. But what do you want to do about it?"

Vicki finished connecting the belt, and the two phalluses were now firmly inside of her. The metal fork was kicked out, and she was free to leave the bathroom. "I'm not sure yet. Why don't we sit in front of the tube, and I'll think of something."

Vicki took off the rubber gloves before joining Jennifer in the living room. "What is this?" she asked as she saw the vinyl outfit on the couch."

"Oh, that's something interesting that I found in the basement," she said. "I was going to wait until you were done to put it on. I think that it takes two people to get it on."

"Let's find out," said Vicki. She picked it up and examined it as it unfolded.

At first glance, it appeared to be a black vinyl bodysuit. "This has shoes attached," Vicki said. "Why don't you go to your room and take yours off?" she said.

Jennifer headed for her room and unlocked the heels from her feet. She felt very odd walking back, and the muscles at the back of her legs felt very sore and objected to being stretched out again. She put it out of her mind and headed back to the living room, wearing only the ultra tight black satin corset.

She returned, and Vicki wasted no time in getting her into it. Just as Jennifer sat down on the couch, Vicki was guiding Jennifer's legs into the outfit.

There were high heels attached, of course. These were higher than she had ever seen before. When her legs were fully in the shiny outfit, she noticed something odd. Instead of pushing her toes out, these shoes held her toes down. It looked like her black vinyl covered feet were pointed straight down, with what she guessed was eight to nine inch heels coming down behind each foot.

Jennifer did not try to put her weight on her feet. She shifted on the couch and allowed Jennifer to pull the outfit up around her and past her rear. As she did this, Jennifer noticed that the outfit was crotchless.

Next, Vicki pulled the outfit up her torso. The shiny vinyl covered her torso completely except for two small holes for her nipples.

The sleeves were next. Jennifer put her arms into the sleeves, but she did not see them emerge from the black vinyl. They were swallowed up, as each sleeve ended in an attached thumbless mitten. There must have been some sort of reinforcement in the mittens, because Jennifer found that she could not even wriggle her hands in the mittens.

Lastly, Vicki zipped the outfit up in back. Once it was zipped up, her entire body was covered with very tight black vinyl, except for her nipples, crotch, and head. The outfit even covered her neck. Jennifer was sure that without this extremely tight corset, the vinyl body suit would not have been able to fit around her waist.

"Now that's interesting," said Vicki, still wearing the chastity belt, red corset, and matching locked on red heels. "Even though you're not tied to anything, and all you're limbs are free, you really can't do anything!"

Jennifer experimentally reached behind her, and found that her mittened hands could not budge the zipper to the outfit. "That seems to be true," she said. Jennifer started to shift her weight to her feet and stand up, but the intense pressure on her toes convinced her to abort the attempt.

"Tried to stand?" Vicki asked.

Jennifer nodded. "So, you were going to punish me?" she asked.

"I think this outfit will do for a start," she said.

"I just wanted to try it on," Jennifer said with just a hint of a whine in her voice.

"Too bad. I just wanted to try this belt on. See where that got me?"

Jennifer found herself a prisoner on the couch. She guessed that she could crawl if she had to, but that didn't appeal to her right now.

The television was still on, and Jennifer tried to settle down to watch it as Vicki left the room. When she returned, she was wearing the red leather miniskirt and the red halter top that she was wearing when she arrived. The red satin corset was visible between the two pieces. The corset was just a shade or two lighter than the leather. The locking red stiletto heels were still on her feet.

"I'm going to be gone for awhile," Vicki said, answering Jennifer's unvoiced question. "Now, don't get into any trouble while I'm gone," she said.

"How could I?" said Jennifer, shrugging with her black vinyl encased arms.

Vicki left the house and walked out into the evening air. Jennifer heard her drive off, and leave her there alone, in the vinyl body suit with ballet heels and mittens.

"Oh, no!" she said. "Not 'Brady Bunch' reruns!" Jennifer fumbled for the remote, but all she managed to do was push it between the cushions of the couch. Unwilling to crawl over to the television and fumble with the controls, she let out a long sigh and tried to tune it out.

An hour of teeth gritting was ended when Vicki finally walked back inside. She carried a large picnic basket and was wearing the same outfit that she left in. "Have you been good?" she asked.

"I don't deserve *this* kind of punishment!" Jennifer said. "An hour of 'Brady Bunch' reruns and I can't even use the remote!" she said. "What kind of monster are you, anyway?!"

Vicki chuckled evilly at this. "You haven't seen anything yet," she said. "I've listened to the guys talk about their escapades and fantasies. That kind of thing can give a girl a few ideas!"