Jennifer felt Richard finally squirt his semen into her aching mouth. She swallowed it down, and almost immediately pulled back. "That makes five!" she said triumphantly.

Richard was letting out a small moan at the time. A few seconds later, she heard him push his chair back. A tug on her collar directed her to inch forward and stand up.

Yet again, she needed support to stand in the seven inch heels. Somehow, she had been able to ignore the pain in her feet from the shoes and the ache in her shoulder and arms from the armbinder. The hood was still over her head, leaving her in darkness. She was finally somewhat accustomed to the eighteen inch corset, and she did not feel like every breath was a struggle.

"I have good news and bad news for you," came the voice of Richard.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"The good news is that you reached five, and I promised you some pleasure of your own at that time." Memories of Richard's hard penis and tender kisses came to mind. "But the bad news is that it's bedtime. You've only made it halfway to your goal."

"Bedtime?! But..." I dont' want to sleep alone tonight, she finished mentally.

"But what?" he asked.

"But that means I won't be with you tonight!" she said forlornly.

"Well, if you feel that way..." he said. "I might be able to bend the rules a bit. You can stay in my room tonight..."

"Thank you!" she said.

"But there's a price to be paid."

"What do you mean? Price?"

"If you choose to stay in my room, you must wear your fetching outfit until tomorrow evening," he said. "No breaks. If you choose your room, at least you will get a change of clothing."

Change of clothing... Knowing Richard, the bedtime clothes wouldn't necessarily be any better than these. "I'll stay with you," she said.

Richard led her to his room, and let her use the bathroom there. She heard sounds of Richard's activity as she relieved herself. A few minutes later, Richard came to get her.

Jennifer was surprised when Richard suddenly put his arms around her torso and lifted her off of the ground. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Rewarding you for reaching five tonight," he said. He slowly lowered her to the floor, and she felt something cold and rubbery pushing against her pussy.

Jennifer shifted and allowed the dildo to enter her. When she was finally back on the floor, she felt a rigid pole between her legs. The pole terminated in the dildo that was now between her legs. Even in her high heels and her legs straight, the dildo was at least six inches inside of her.

Richard slowly stroked her breasts, and she felt a warm, moist tongue gently touching a nipple. A shiver went through her, and she twisted around on the phallus.

While one of his hands stroked her breasts, another went down to her pussy. He soon found her clit, even with the dildo in place, and within minutes, she was panting against the corset, desperately trying to keep her legs under her in the ultra high heels.

Two rapid orgasms followed. As she moaned in the aftermath, she felt Richard leave her side. Jennifer heard him attach something to the back of her corset, and the top of her armbinder. "What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting you ready for bed," he said. "I wouldn't want you to fall during the night."

Richard had apparently finished his work. Jennifer tried to lean forward, but was held up by the top of her corset. He must have tied it to the ceiling or something, thought Jennifer.

"But I thought..." said Jennifer.

"I said that you could stay in my room. I said nothing about sleeping in my bed. And I also did not promise a good night's sleep," he said, ending the conversation by zipping the mouth of her hood shut.

Jennifer would have had a stunned look on her face if anyone could have seen it. She twisted and turned, but all she did was make herself hot again by moving the dildo around. She experimentally tried to bend her knees, and let the dildo slide further into her. The straps held her up, but the pressure on her corset and arms soon became too uncomfortable, so she lowered her feet again.

"Goodnight, Jennifer," he said.

She spend the night in a dazed, aroused, half asleep state that was not restful at all. Twice during the night, she became so stir crazy that she twisted around on the dildo until she managed to orgasm.

As soon as she heard Richard moving around, she started to make noises through her gag. "Eager to make an early start, I see," he said.

Richard released the straps that held her up. Jennifer felt her knees trembling, and Richard had to quickly lift her off of the dildo before she collapsed. He guided her to the bed and had her kneel down in front of it.

Richard unzipped the mouth of her helmet. Before she could even speak, she felt his penis against her lips.

At least my mouth isn't sore, she thought, bringing his penis inside of her mouth. I don't know if I can do what he asks!

Richard was good to his word about the advice. "Use your tongue on the underside of the penis," he said. "Right behind the head. That's it," he encouraged.

"Don't bother to use much pressure most of the time," he said. "Continuous gentle motion works better for me than frantic suction."

Sure enough, she was able to bring him to four orgasms by lunchtime. Fatigue was stalking her, but she was determined not to give in to it. After the fifth, he let her sit down while he went to work on her pussy with his tongue. He brought her to orgasm three times before she went back to work.

The tenth one came shortly after supper. "Finally!" she said, triumphantly.

"Indeed," he said. "I think you have earned a break."

Richard left, presumably to get the equipment he would need to release her from her bondage. By the time that he returned, she was lying face down on the floor, asleep.