She was again naked in the realm of dreams. Jennifer was travelling down a long tunnel under the earth, with an almost blind mole as her guide.

"What's the hurry?" she asked.

"She's near, near!" the mole said.

Suddenly, the tunnel opened up into a small cavern. Embedded in the ceiling were gemstones of every color, and each of them was glowing brightly. This illuminated the items below.

On the floor, there was a chaotic assortment of fetish items, scattered with metal armor and medival weaponry. "You said I'm supposed to prepare for battle?" she asked. Experimentally, she picked up a gleaming silver sword. "I can barely lift it!" she exclaimed.

"No, no!" exclaimed the mole. "She will never give way against that!"

Jennifer scanned around the floor. "I don't understand."

"A sword will never win his heart!"

Comprehension slowly sank in. She found a pair of thigh-high stiletto heeled boots, and quickly slipped them on. "Hurry! I can hear her footsteps!"

Sure enough, Jennifer could hear the sound of stiletto heels clicking on a stone floor. Hurriedly, she put on a pair of black rubber gloves, then she pulled a satin corset around her waist and hastily tightened it.

The footsteps were closer, closer. Jennifer scanned the room, and pulled a tight black rubber pencil skirt up to her waist. It held her knees together, but she could still walk.

"Too late!" screamed the mole. Looming in the shadowy entrance was a female figure. Jennifer could not make out the face, but she knew the name. "Susana," she whispered.

She heard a sharp cracking sound as the woman sent her whip forward. She was covered with gleaming black leather from neck to toes. Her feet were encased in stiletto heeled boots, and as she stepped forward into the room, she could see the familiar face from the photos in the attic.

"So, you're the bitch in the house now?!" she exclaimed. "I do not tolerate anyone touching what is mine!" she said, with venom in her voice. "He was mine once, and he will be mine forever!"

"Then why did you leave him?" she asked.

A look of rage came across Susana's face, and she struck out with her whip. Jennifer put her hands up, and felt the whip connect with her forearm. Strangely, there was no pain through the rubber. "*He* was the disloyal one! *He* did not bow to his rightful master!"

She sent the whip at Jennifer yet again. This time, it connected on her forehead. A very sharp pain suddenly shot through her skull. "Aaah!" she said, as she staggered in the heels and pencil skirt.

"*He* is the one that could not let go!" she screamed. "I knew who I was, but he would not let be that person!" Susana sent the whip flying yet again. This time, it connected at her waist. Through the corset, Jennifer felt nothing.

Wait a second, thought Jennifer. The whip only hurts if it touches bare skin! She searched around for something to cover her shoulders, breasts, and head.

A rubber cloak with attached hood met the bill. She squirmed towards it, and before Susana could send the whip flying again, Jennifer had put the hood on her head and tucked her body within it. She had only small holes fo the eyes, nose and mouth.

Susana's fury continued. But each strike of the whip was rebuffed by the outfit that she wore. Confidently, Jennifer walked forward towards her.

A look of defeat crossed Susana's face, and she dropped her whip. "There's one more that you must face," she said, as her body slowly turned to smoke.

What a strange dream, thought Jennifer as she woke up.

She was still tied spread eagle to Richard's bed. The long black rubber gloves, stockings, heels, garter belt, and corset were still all in place on her.

Richard was nowhere to be seen. The light coming in through the almost closed curtains indicated that it was morning. "Richard?" she said, and there was no reply. "Richard?" she said, louder now.

There was a faint voice from the distance. Jennifer could see that the bedroom door was partially open, and that's where the voice had come from.

Richard came into the room a minute later, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a tray of food. "Breakfast in bed?" he said, putting the tray down on the nightstand.

"Sounds good to me," she said. "But... it's a little hard for me to eat right now."

"I don't understand," Richard said, breaking off a small piece of bacon and putting it in her mouth. "As far as I can tell, you're mouth is working fine. That's all you need to eat, actually."

Richard fed her breakfast to her one bit at a time, and brought a straw to her lips so that she could sip her juice. "Um, there's one other thing. I really have to pee," she said. "It's been a *long* time since I've done that!"

Richard said nothing in reply, but simply walked around to the corners of the bed and untied her arms and legs. Jennifer took a moment to move her shoulders and legs, then brought her feet to the floor and stood up.

She had forgotten how high the heels were that she was wearing. Jennifer lost balance after the first step, and had to grab ahold of Richard to keep from falling. "Sorry," she said.

Richard just smiled and helped her to the bathroom. She attented to her bodily functions, then came back to the bedroom, walking slowly in the heels. She found him sitting on the bed, munching on his own breakfast.

Jennifer sat down next to him. "What now?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, actually," he said. "I haven't made plans for the day."

"That's not what I meant," she asked. "What about us?" Richard did not look like he fully understood the question. "Am I... am I still just the

?"

"No, Jennifer," he said. "You are much more than that." He put another bit of food in his mouth.

"Then what am I?" she asked. "What are we?"

Richard stopped chewing. "That's... not an easy question," he said, then swallowed. "Not easy at all. Dear Jennifer... when I first hired you, I was never expecting anything like *this*!"

"But isn't that what you were hoping for?" Jennifer asked.

"You're more than I dared hope for!" Richard replied enthusiastically. "So much more!"

"But what am I to you?" she asked.

Richard was silent for a few seconds. "What do you want to be?" he asked.

"I want to be with you for a long time," she said. "I want to be at your side." The next words choked in her mouth. Dare I say it? Will I lose him if I do?

The words came out, almost unwillingly. "I want to be your wife," she said.