That question was echoing through her mind the next day as Richard brought in her saturday outfit.

He had let her disrobe completely Friday night, engagement ring included, and they spent the night together in his bed. Jennifer woke up alone in his bed, with fond recollections of the night in front of her eyes. Just a few minutes later, a nude Richard returned with a box in his hands.

First, he brought out a corset. This one was made of a dark purple satin. It extended from the bottom of her breasts to her hips. This one had the same hidden latched closures as the black one she had been wearing, but this time in back. She saw that Richard had brought the motorized corset tightener as well.

"What size is that?" she asked him. Jennifer slid off the bed and stood up. She found herself on her tiptoes, as her feet refused to flatten on the floor without a pain shooting through the backs of her legs. Jennifer stood on her tiptoes and leaned against one of the large posts of the bed.

"Eighteen inches, I think," he said as he put the corset around her. The corset had cutouts around each breast, and did not in any way cover either of them. Richard attached the device to the back of the corset, then plugged it in and let the motor and gears slowly pull the corset closed.

Richard did not wait for the device to finish its work before continuing. Next, he pulled out a pair of purple satin high heeled shoes. These looked to be equal in height to the seven inch ones that she had worn yesterday. Jennifer did not relish trying to balance in the heels again today. However, it was just as uncomfortable now to try to balance *without* any heels on!

Jennifer sat down as Richard locked the shoes onto her feet. The corset continued to close, and she now had to take quick shallow breaths as the corset pulled her waist in.

Richard now waited for the motor to pull the corset shut. The wait must have been over five minutes. By the time she heard the latches of the corset click shut, she was actively panting for breath, even though her exertions were minimal. "God, this is tight!" she exclaimed aloud as Richard removed the motorized device from the corset.

Richard did not reply to this. He simply brought out his next device. This was a matching purple satin armbinder. Jennifer balanced in her ever so high heels as Richard went behind her and guided both of her arms into the single sleeve. This laced up in back and had several straps that would attach around her chest, holding the binder in place. Richard first buckled the straps in place, then started to lace the armbinder together.

He did not stop until she could feel her elbows touching. The muscles in her shoulders were protesting the abuse, and every inch of her arms and hands felt to be under pressure in the satin restraining device.

The last thing that he brought out was a helmet. Again, this was made out of purple satin. There were zippers for the eyes and mouth, and two small holes for the nose. In back, there was lacing that would allow the hood to be tightly fastened around the head.

Richard slipped the hood over her head, and laced it up in back. The zippers were open, so Jennifer was able to look around as Richard laced the helmet up.

The shoes, the corset, and the armbinder were all causing unique cramps and aches to go through her body. "Is that it?" she asked, sounding short of breath.

"For now," said Richard. Deliberately, he closed the zipper over her mouth, then the ones that allowed her to see.

Jennifer was now completely in the dark, and her short rapid breaths hissed loudly through her nose. She tried to ask him another question, but the helmet held her mouth shut and reduced it to a mumble.

She felt him fastening something that felt like a collar around her neck. She felt a tug on it, and stepped forward in the direction of the force.

Within three steps, she had stumbled in her seven inch heels. With the armbinder in place, there was no way that she could use her arms to stop her fall. But before she could fall, she felt Richard catch her body and hold her up until she could regain her footing.

Slowly, Richard led her through the house. She thought that were in his den, but could not be sure.

"Kneel down," Richard directed. Carefully, she lowered herself to the floor. "Now back up," he said.

Jennifer did so, and had to bend over forward as she felt something hard on top of her. I bet that's his desk above me, she thought to herself.

She heard him pull a chair forward, then felt his legs agains her shoulders. He spread his legs wider, bringing her helmeted head near his crotch. "This is not punishment, Jennifer," he said by way of explanation. "Consider this to be... training.

"Your sexual skills, although good for one with no formal training, need to be honed to a new height," he said. "Your goal will be to pleasure me at least ten times before the day is up," he said.

Ten times? Jennifer thought. *Ten* times?

"As motivation, you will not be allowed to have any pleasure of your own until you have suceeded at least five times," he said. "Also, if you do not suceed, you will be sentenced to solitary confinement for the night," he said.

She felt him unzip the zipper that restrained her mouth. Her crotch was wet, and what she really wanted to do was to pull him down and have him right there. But with the armbinder, there was no way for her to do that, or even touch her own crotch. She felt the tip of Richard's erect penis brush up against her lips. Slowly, she opened up her mouth and leaned forward, taking his rod inside of her mouth.

It was mostly erect when she brought it in, and became fully erect when she started to run her mouth up and down the length of it. This is one time that I'm glad he's *not* hung like a horse! Jennifer thought.

She had no way to keep track of time. Jennifer used the tricks that she had learned from her previous experiences, employing her tongue, teeth, and even the back of her throat. Although hard within her mouth, she heard him calmly talking on the phone, quoting stock prices and apparently conducting business of some sort.

He was in mid-sentence when she finally felt his manhood start to twitch. Richard did not cry out in any way when his semen started to shoot into her mouth. All the reaction that she noticed was a tensing in the legs and a short pause in the conversation.

Jennifer sucked it down, having no other way of dealing with it. When she was done, she pulled back and tried to get more comfortable.

Her jaw and lips were sore already. The position under the desk was crampt, made more so by the corset and armbinder. And even though she was not walking in the shoes, her toes were protesting the sharp angle that they were being bent by the shoes.

How am I going to do it *ten* times? wondered Jennifer.

She managed a second one, but the effort left her absolutely drained and sore. "I have to stop," she said, panting and moving her jaw back and forth.

"If you wish," he said, pulling his chair back. He helped her to get out from the desk and stand up. "Do you need to sit down?"

"Please," said Jennifer, and he led her over to a chair in the den. She had to sit on the front edge to make room for her bound arms behind her.

"I brought something to drink and to snack on, if you would like."

Jennifer remembered that the day had started out without breakfast. Skipped meals seemed to be the norm, as of late. "That would be very nice," she said.

Richard put a straw to her mouth, and let her drink down a cool, tangy citrus drink. He fed her bitewise something that tasted like sechwan chicken. "That's enough," said Jennifer.

"Ready to continue?" asked Richard.

"Not yet," she said. Her mouth was still protesting the previous exertions. She heard him leave her side and sit back down, presumably at his desk.

"I have a rather clear idea of what the wedding should be like," said Richard. "I know that the wedding details are usually the responsibility of the bride and her family, but our situation is unique."

She thought about that for a second. "I'll agree with that."

"But... I'm not going to decide every detail. Who should be your maid of honor?" he asked. "And any bridesmaids?"

Jennifer thought about that. "I think that Vicki should be there," she said. "A bridesmaid. But... a long time ago, I promised my younger sister Laura that she could be the maid of honor at my wedding. Is that allright?" she asked.

"Well, how do you think your sister would take it?" Richard asked.

Jennifer thougth back to Vicki's renewal of vows that she had seen and experienced. How would she take that?

"I really don't know," she said. "I think that, if I'm going to have her here, we should fill her in on some of the... details before she shows up. I have a feeling that this is going to be alot like Vicki's walk down the aisle," she said.

"There will be similarities," agreed Richard.

"Anyone else?" he asked.

"Not my mother!" Jenifer said sharply. "I don't want that bitch anywhere near me!"

"What about your father?" asked Richard.

This brought Jennifer up short. "I... don't know where he is. He left my mother when I was in third grade."

Richard was quiet for a long minute. "At least that simplifies it a bit," he said. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"Oh, you had no way to know," she said, as old memories spun their way back through her mind. "I don't blame him for leaving. I just wish that I could have gone with him."

She heard Richard walk up to her and cup her face with his hands. "Are you going to be all right?" he asked.

"I will be," she said. "I did my crying about it a long time ago." She knew that her statement was only a half truth.

He stayed there for another long silent moment. Jennifer felt his lips on her own, and he stroked her shoulders gently. "I have my own guest list," he said. "It includes all five of the other owners of Fantasy Supreme, and their signifigant others. I would like Becky and Henry to be there as well. I'm not meaning to completely take over the guest list..."

"Oh, that's all right," she said. "I understand. Actually, I think I'm ready to continue my 'training'. Is there anything you want to tell me? About how to do it better?" she asked.

Richard helped her to return to her seven inch heeled feet. "Not yet. I'll give you some hints tomorrow if it comes to that," he said. He guided her back under the desk and sat down in front of her. His penis was mostly limp, now. She had to bring it back to life with her lips before she could bring it inside of her mouth.