Jennifer woke up to the feeling of sunlight warming her body. She was lying on her side, and she could feel Richard's warm body at her back.

Last evening was something of a blur to her. Did I pass out? she wondered. Jennifer snuggled up closer to him, and he put his arm around her body.

He felt naked against her. I must have told him where the keys were, she thought.

As Jennifer stretched and scratched, she discovered that she was not completely naked. The shiny black leather boots with the six and a half inch heels were still on her legs. The corset, gag, and legspreader were gone.

All she could remember was her hot body squirming against Richard's rubber encased form. She thought she had passed out... but then she remembered waking up, and Richard going to it immediately afterwards.

Jennifer stopped trying to think about it and just enjoyed being next to Richard. One of her eyes cracked open, and she saw a familiar piece of jewelry on the nightstand.

It was her engagement ring. She had not been wearing it much, as the ordeals that she went through for Richard could easily have resulted in the ring becoming damaged. Smiling, she reached out and worked it onto her finger. Tomorrow, there will be another ring, to go with it, she thought.

She was finally motivated to get up when her stomach started to grumble. Jennifer turned around to face Richard. "Awake yet?" she asked, then kissed him on the lips.

A gentle smile came across his face. "Not yet," he said. His eyes opened up. "Now I am."

Jennifer shook her head slightly. "My stomach clock went off," she said. "Want me to make it?"

"If you would be so kind," he said.

Jennifer kissed him again, then swung her legs around and off of the bed. The heels were taller than the six inch heels that she had almost grown used to. However, the boots seemed to reinforce her feet more than a pair of shoes would. By the time she was in the kitchen, she felt that she had the hang of it.

Richard was still dozing in bed when she returned. "So," she asked. "Are you going to let me organize the fun sometimes?" she asked.

"I think so," he replied. "When I first met you, I thought you were such an innocent. I'm glad that I was wrong."

"I had a good teacher," she replied.

Richard was slow to eat his food, and seemed to be moving sluggishly. "Are you allright?" she asked.

"I... just didn't sleep too well last night," he said. "I don't think I dozed off until two in the morning."

"When did you put me to bed?" she asked. "I'm a little fuzzy on that detail.

"About eleven, I think," he said. "You were so out of it, that I had to go and find the keys myself."

Jennifer looked up at the ceiling. "Sorry. How long did it take?"

"About a half of an hour," he said. "I really had to take a dump."

"My apologies," she said again.

"No. I should have cleaned everything out first. I'll remember for next time."

"So," she said, putting down her fork. "what do you have planned for today?"

"Very little, actually," he said. "Or a great deal, depending on how you look at it. There are going to be some workers coming in to get the back yard ready for tomorrow, and there are numerous other details to attend to," he said. "We should both be at least somewhat presentable."

"What you call presentable is very different from what everyone else calls presentable," she said with a grin.

"Point taken."

"So, what should I be presentable in?" she asked. "And what is going to be under it?"

"Reading my mind, I see," he said. "I think I have just the thing in mind..."

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror. "Right on the edge, but where else would you be?" she asked.

The thigh high boots of before were still a part of her outfit. A very tight leather pencil skirt started at her waist, and ended at her knees. The black leather corset that she wore under it was visible above her tiny waist. The corset ended below her breasts, leaving a bit of her ribcage exposed.

The coverage of her breasts was the minimum necessary to appear in public. Triangles of supple black leather no more than four inches on a side covered her nipples. At the corners of the triangles, thin shiny metal chains emerged, forming what looked to be a bikini top with shoulder straps.

Her arms and shoulders were bare. Richard had let her bathe and do her hair before donning the outfit. Her curly brown hair was now pulled back by a large hair clip, and cascaded down her back in a way that resembled a horse's mane.

Richard was dressed in a dress shirt, slacks, and a tie. "You look splendid, darling," he said.

"Thank you," she replied.

The doorbell rang, and Richard went to answer it. "Probably the carpenters, or perhaps the florists" he said as he left the room.

After he was gone, she heard the phone ringing. That must be Laura, she thought as she wriggled over to the phone in her tight skirt and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Jennifer? Is that you?" came an all too familiar voice.

"Mother?" she said. Her hand started to tighten around the phone.

"What do you think you're doing, going out and getting married without even talking to me about it! I haven't even met this man! What's come over you, girl?"

Jennifer tried to reply, but her mother continued on. "You haven't even talked to me for over a month! I'm your MOTHER, for god's sake!"

"I can never forget that," Jennifer shot in, with an edge of bitterness.

"Your fiancee must be some real weirdo!" her mother continued. "Have you seen the dress he wants me to wear to the wedding? How could anyone go out in public like that?"

"My fiancee is a wonderful man," she said. Jennifer was trembling, but her voice did not show it. "His tastes may be a little different... but your dress will actually be rather mild, compared to what is required of the other guests," she said. "That's what Richard... that's what *we* have decided. If you don't like it, you don't have to show up."

There was a silence from the other end of the line. I don't believe it! I actually shut my mother up!

Jennifer's victory was short lived. "Of course I will show up," she said. "Even with this atrocious dress. I can make this sacrafice for my daughter." Jennifer almost choked on this. Trying to make me feel guilty? Trying to sound like the martyr?

"Is there anything else?" Jennifer asked, "or did you just call to tell me that I'm making a terrible mistake and talk me out of this? Or would you prefer to just insult me and tell me what a failure I am?"

"It's your life," she said sweetly. "No need to get angry with me."

No need to... Jennifer started to shake more violently. There are over twenty years of need to get angry with you. If it's my life, why have you kept messing with my life and Laura's? Why don't you just butt out and stay out?

This was spoken only in her mind. "I'll see you tomorrow," Jennifer said, and slammed the phone down before hearing the reply.

Richard walked back into the room. "What was that?" he asked.

"That... was my mother."

Richard ran over to her, and held her as the tears started to roll out of her eyes.