She had to return to her room to unlock her shoes and tiptoe back to the kitchen very uncomfortably. Jennifer first took the liberty of hiding the keys to Richard's outfit under the bed in her room. When she arrived, naked and with an armful of acessories, Richard was just finishing washing the dishes.

"What now?" Richard asked. He could not easily turn to look at her because of the posture collar.

"Oh, I just found something to wear," she said, putting her bundle on the table and sitting down in a chair. "Would you like to help me get into it?"

Richard put down the last dish, then turned to look at her. "You want to wear that?!" he asked, surprised.

"Is there something wrong with this?" she asked.

"Somehow, this is not something I was expecting," he said.

That brought a small thrill to her. He hasn't thought of *everything* yet, she thought.

Richard slowly stepped over to her. "Boots first," she said.

The boots were thigh high, made of shiny black leather. They laced up the front, and extended all the way up to her crotch. The heels were easily as tall as the ones that Richard wore now.

He had to concentrate intensely to kneel down in front of her. "Did you cum?" she asked as another vibration started in his belt.

"Not... yet," Richard said with his teeth clenched.

"Do you want to?" she asked.

Richard did not say anything, but the look on his face told her everything she needed to know. Slowly, she slid her left leg into the shiny black leather boot, then the right.

The corset, collar, and manacles made it very tough for Richard to work the lacings on the boot. The first one took quite a long time, while the second was quicker. As he laced them tight, she felt herself becoming very sexually aroused by the whole scene.

When he was done, he was kneeling underneath her, looking up at her spread legs. "If you want to," she said, wriggling her hips invitingly. She brought one six and a half inch spiked heel up and touched his face with it. The leather had a distinct musky smell that was growing as she heated the leather up.

Richard required no more invitation. He walked forward on his knees, bringing his face up to her now wet pussy. The chains kept his rubber covered hands from resting on the floor, so instead he gripped the front of the chair.

"Oh, oh my!" she said. Instead of starting slowly, as she was accustomed to, he quickly thrust his tongue inside of her and brought his skill into play. Even with the posture collar in place, he was still able to reach her most sensitive places.

Judging by the number of times that Richard's belt vibrated, it couldn't have been more than three minutes before Jennifer pushed his head away from her. "Oh, god Richard!" she said, panting. For once, she could use her full breathing capacity to do this.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Richard's hips were jerking back and forth as the vibrations coursed through the belt. His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly. "Did I say that you could cum?" she asked.

Richard stopped jerking, and looked with his eyes, even while the posture collar held his chin up. He did not say anything to her. Jennifer reached over and turned one of the knobs on the control box. As she did so, she could see a last twitching of flesh under the rubber chastity belt. Now, his pulses were a little less than three seconds long each.

"Let's go to the living room," she said, "and carry my things, if you would be so good?"

Richard was slow getting to his feet. It looked like he was laboring for breath in his corset, and his cheeks were flushed. He gathered up the remaining items, and followed her to the living room.

Jennifer directed him to help her get into the corset. This was also made of shiny black leather. There were a dozen buckles in front, in place of a busk. The lacings to the corset were in back. As the corset was unbuckled and she slid into it, she felt that it was extremely stiffly boned.

Jennifer stood with her hands against a wall as Richard tightened the back lacings of the corset. This corset completely encompassed both of her breasts, except for a two inch diameter hole for each nipple. As Richard drew the corset tighter and tighter, she could feel her breasts becoming squeezed and the nipples started to protrude through the holes.

At the bottom of the corset, which ended at her hips, there were two buckling leather straps build into it. After Richard finally had it tightened to his satisfaction, Jennifer put her hands down at her hips. "If you would?" she asked.

Richard fastened both straps in place. When he was done, her hands were held firmly at her hips, unable to move from the corset.

Jennifer sat down on the couch as Richard put the last item on her. This was a leg spreader, maybe four feet long. Richard had to kneel down again to put it on her.

When he was done, she was seated on the couch, with her black leather booted legs spread wide by the bar. The bottom of the corset and the top of the boots framed her dripping wet sex. The black leather corset sent the room light careening off of it, and her nipples protruded through it like miniature volcanoes. Jennfier clenched her hands reflexively as they were bound to the bottom of the corset.

"You seem to like games," she said. "Here are the rules, if you want to play. Every time you make me cum, I'll turn the vibrator up for you," she said. "I think you can get the box next to my hand. But every time you need to take a break, it gets turned down," she said. "We'll play until your batteries die. I know that you won't need to take a bathroom break in that, now, will you?"

Richard looked at her for a long time. Then, a smile came across his face. "You are a truly wicked woman!" he said. "Umbelievably so! No wonder I love you so!"

As soon as he had stopped talking, he was down on his knees, and his lips were caressing her waiting, aching pussy.

Again, within minutes, she was writhing in her seat. The spreader bar was below Richard's body, so she could only bring her legs up so far. "Please, stop!" she said as he brought her over the edge. She tried to squeeze her legs together, but the bar turned that into a feeble effort. "Please!"

His tongue was relentless. Instead of stopping as she climaxed, he only paused for a moment before resuming his work. Less than a minute later, she was screaming again.

A third one left Jennifer panting and sobbing on the couch. Richard finally relented and pulled away from her.

"Is that sufficient?" he asked with a smile on his face. A few drips of her juices were running down a corner of his mouth.

"Ah, yes," she said as he walked over to her in his heels and waited for her to fumble with the controls.

Richard must have access to very long lived batteries, Jennifer concluded as she panted in her corset.

Richard was now on top of her, sucking on her protruding nipples. He had just finished sending her to another panting orgasm, and he was now up to about fifteen seconds on, thirty seconds off.

"How... ohhhhh!" she babbled as his teeth ever so gently scraped across the tip of her nipple. He reached over with a rubber coated hand and massaged her other one while his tongue and lips worked their magic on the first.

She knew that he had orgasmed at least twice more in the belt. That was nothing compared to the number that she had experienced.

Richard moved up, and kissed her on the lips. She tasted her own salty, sticky juices on his lips. A tiny, rational part of her took control for a moment. She twisted as best she could, and found the power knob on the control box underneath Richards black rubber skirt. She turned it up to maximum. As the belt was quiescent at that moment, he did not appear to notice what she had done.

Richard slid back down to the floor and resumed his relentless assault upon her pleasure box. Suddenly, she felt him nearly stop as the vibrations of his belt took ahold.

Richard managed to keep going, even while the bulge under his chastity belt twitched. Jennifer was grateful even for that partial reprieve as he was distracted.

He moaned even while his tongue was moving within her. Once the vibrations were passed, Richard's tongue regained its original strenght.

Doesnt't he ever get tired? she wondered while the world started to swim around her. Won't those batteries *ever* wear out?