Jennifer was back in the cave.

Her guide was gone, and she was walking down a long tunnel. Close, she knew, so close...

Suddenly, there was light all around. "You're here," came a female voice.

A woman stepped forward, out of the light. She was dressed in rubber, as a properly corsetted and heeled french maid.

"Do I know you?" Jennifer asked.

"No," he said. "But Richard does, and always will. I'm his mother."

Jennifer thought furiously. I had to defeat Susana on my way. How do I defeat her?

"You cannot defeat me," she said. "I am a part of his life so deeply ingrained that there is nothing you can do to remove me."

"I..." she paused to think. "Why should I want to?" she said. "Because of you, that's the way he is. Or, you're a large part of it."

The woman smiled at this. "You may pass. There are no others that will stand in your way."

The cave faded away. Jennifer found herself in a spring meadow. Now, she found herself dressed in the outfit that Richard's mother had been wearing.

A short path led to a clearing. There, a small wooden box was on a treestump. She took the key that she had won as a mermaid, and put it into the box.

The box opened up, and a dazzling array of light emerged from it. At first, she saw a huge diamond inside of it, then a ring.

She reached inside of the box and took ahold of the ring. It slid easily onto the ring finger of her left hand.

Jennifer flung the feather into the air. The two birds were now back, circling overhead. One of them held huge clumps of billowy clouds in its talons while the other swooped down upon her.

Moments later, she was walking in the clouds, with the birds swirling around her. The sun was beginning to set, and the first of th evening stars could be seen. She was dressed in a gown of voluminous white clouds, and she could see Richard walking towards her, smiling, down a staircase that led from the sky.

Saturday.

Jennifer opened her eyes, and saw a beautiful blue sky outside the window. The window had been left open a crack, and the sweet smell of spring flowers travelled to her nose.

"Mmmmmm," she said, snuggling closer to Richard.

She had spent the night in the boots and corset. The wet spot had been on Richard's side of the bed, which was why they were both huddled together on her side.

Richard nuzzled her neck, and kissed her ear. "I am going to go to take off soon," he said.

"Why?" Jennifer said, alarmed.

"It's bad luck to see the bride in her dress before the wedding," he said. "Vicki and Mary will be here soon to help you get ready. It's after nine now, and the wedding is scheduled to start at four. I have a feeling that you will be rushed for time as it is."

Jennifer did not reply as Richard left the bed. "You should soak in the tub for awhile," he said. "By the time that you're done, they should be here."

"I'll miss you," she said.

"It's only going to be for a few hours!" he said. "And after we're back together, you'll be Misses Jennifer Hane. That is, if you want to change your name. I guess we could have one of those awful hyphenated monstrosities, if you want..."

"No. Misses Jennifer Hane sounds wonderful," she said.

Jennifer swung out of bed and walked up to him in her high heeled leather boots and corset. "I love you," she said, then kissed him.

"I love you too," he replied. Richard kissed her, then looked at her leather clad body. "Oh, do I love you!"

He tore his eyes away and headed down the hallway.

Jennifer walked out of the bathroom, wearing her pair of five inch heeled slippers and one of Richard's bathrobes. She heard sounds of voices from the living room.

"Who's there?" she askes as she walked towards the voices.

"Just us," came Vicki's voice. "Richard gave us a key."

Jennifer saw Vicki and the dressmaker Mary sitting on a couch in the living room. There was a movable dress rack that had the various parts of Jennifer's wedding dress hung up, obscured by protective plastic bags.

Vicki was wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet stockings, six inch black heels, and a black leather halter top. "This is not my bridesmaid's outfit," she said as Jennifer examined her. "I know. This look is rather plain."

Mary and Jennifer smiled at this little joke. Mary was wearing a black vinyl bodysuit, with a cutout around her bellybutton. She sported slightly shorter heels than Vicki.

"I think that we had better get started," she said. "We don't have a lot of time."

Jennifer was sitting on a chair in the large main bathroom of the house, still wearing the bathroom. Behind her, Vicki was combing her hair while Mary worked on her nails.

"How many tangles do you have in this jungle back here?" Vicki asked.

"Too many," Jennifer replied. "I... haven't had a chance to attend to little things like that lately."

"Been too busy?" Mary asked.

"You could say that," she replied.

"And these nails!" Mary exclaimed. "They are really going to need help!"

"Do whatever you have to," she replied.

Mary picked up Jennifer's hand and looked at it closely. "Maybe we should just cut them all off and wait a few months before trying this again," she said. "The wedding can wait, can't it?"

"Mary!" exclaimed Jennifer.

The dressmaker smiled, and started to pull out supplied from her manicure kit. "A bit of high tech first aid is called for, especially for your wedding day," she said. "You have to look your best."

She watched Mary work as she felt Vicki starting to pull and braid her hair. "We'll have to talk to the florist to finish your hair," Vicki said. "No veil for you, honey. Just a boquet of flowers woven into your hair."

"No veil?" Jennifer said. She did remember that she had never tried one on during her fittings.

"I think that Richard want's everyone to be able to see his bride very clearly," said Mary.

Jennifer smiled at this, relaxed, and let the two of them do their work.

Jennifer looked at herself in the mirror after they had finished the next stage of their work.

Mary had expertly glued extensions to her fingernails that were done so well as to be undetectable. They were now painted a vibrant, passionate red and were almost dry.

Her hair had been arranged into a french braid, with elaborate crossings and re-crossings. The florist was not yet there, so more work needed to be done.

Jennifer had never been terribly good with makeup, and was watching with amazement as they worked on her face. Her eyebrows were plucked, penciled, and perfectly shaped. A delicate blue eyeliner had been used, and a similar color eyeshadow had been lightly applied. Her eyelashes were now long and luxurious, and just a bit darker than before.

The makeup hid the few tiny blemishes that existed on her face. Just a touch of red had been applied to her cheeks, giving her that slightly flushed look.

The lipstick was the same vibrant shade of red as her fingernails, and applied perfectly. Jennifer was almost afraid to talk, afraid that she would smear it.

The face that looked back at her from the mirror was truly stunning. In it's entirety, in even frightened her a bit. I didn't know that I could look like that.

Jennifer braced herself against the wall as the two women pulled her white satin corset tight. "I knew that there was a reason that I used the motors in the dressing room," said Mary.

"That doesn't help us now," replied Vicki.

Her two corset pullers were breathing heavily. Jennifer's face was in the airstream of a fan, and she tried to stay relaxed as the corset grew tighter and tighter around her.

The corsetting ordeal took almost a half of an hour. After that, the other parts were swifter.

Jennifer was expecting the hobble slip to be next. But, instead, Vicki pulled out a white leather chastity belt with two built in phalluses. "That wasn't in the fitting sessions," she said.

"No. This is a surprise from Richard," she said, applying lube. "I dare not say anything more about it, except that he was sure that it would fit."

There was no lock on the belt, but considering what she would be wearing over it, it hardly mattered. She was about to put it in herself, but Vicki stopped her. "Can't risk the nails," she said.

Jennifer tried to stay still as Vicki worked the butt plug and dildo up inside of her. Jennifer was half expecting the plugs to vibrate as soon as the buckle was closed, like Laura's would do. She was surprised when they stayed quiet.

"I bet that will make the walk down the aisle *really* interesting," said Mary.

The shoes were next. These were the same seven inch white heels that she had worn in the fitting room. They had buckling straps that made them impossible to kick off. "It's a bear to walk in these," she said, "even with the practice I've had."

"Belive me, we both know," said Mary.

Next, Vicki helped her into the white satin hobble skirt that served as her slip. "Most brides have to concentrate to walk down the aisle slowly," commented Vicki. "I don't think that will be a problem for you."

"Doesn't look that way, does it," she said.

The crinoline underskirts were next. Instead of slipping them on over her head, as before, they helped her to slide them up over her hips. "Don't want to mess up the hair or makeup," Mary said.

There were six of them, and they fastened to the bottom edge of the corset. She was now surrounded by stiff, fluffy petticoats for at least six feet in each direction.

There was the sound of a doorbell ringing. "That must be the florist," said Mary.

"What time is it, anyway?" asked Vicki.

Mary did not reply immediately. When she returned, she had several boxes containing flowers. "It's almost three," she said. "First guests will be here in a half of an hour. Vicki, you'd better get ready yourself. I think I can finish Jennifer up on my own.

Vicki looked at Jennifer. "You look fabulous!" she exclaimed. "But I have to get myself ready. Oh," she said, in the doorway, "Just a bit of trivia I managed to pick up. Chastity belts with toys are mandatory for all the female guests, with the exception of your mother," she said. "I don't know what makes *her* so special!"

"Join the club," Jennifer replied with a hint of bitterness.

"But Richard has a sense of balance, this time. All the men will *also* be wearing belts. Theirs will all have plugs and tight sheaths for their precious little penises."

"You've got one *kinky* man there," said Mary.

"Don't I know it," she said as Mary pushed through Jennifer's petticoats and helped her to get into her dress.

Mary rolled out a mirror to let her see the full effect. "What do you think?" she asked.

Her hair had been french braided and pulled back to her head, held there by a diamond studded hairclip. Mary had carefully teased out a few hairs, to form a delicate halo of gold around her head.

White flowers were woven into her hair, forming their own halo. The sweet smell tickled her nose, and she almost sneezed once.

Miraculously, her makeup had survived to this point, and Mary had to apply only one minor touch-up.

The dress itself was a wonder of shiny satin. It covered her neck tightly, and had very full puffed shoulders. The sleeves were long, and ended with delicate white lacing surrounding each wrist.

The ladylike neckline was completely at odds with the heart-shaped cutout in the satin. The bottom tip extended deep down between her breasts, and it was large enough to almost expose her nipples to the world. This opening was covered by the thinnest of fimly white veil-like materials, and in Jennifer's mind, it might as well not be there.

The outline of the heart cutout was decorated with a dizzying array of beadwork. This abruptly ended and the waist of the dress was detailed only by a barely visible network of pale blue stitching.

After the tiny waist was reached, the dress flared out in a spectacular display of white. Beadwork, embroidery, and lace were sparsely but very effectively used in gentle curves to actually accentuate the huge size of the dress.

In front, the dress ended with a lace edge just an inch above the floor, even in her seven inch heels. Behind her, there was a train that extended a good thirty feet behind her. Three large bows of white satin had been worked into the fabric behind her, one just behind her derrier, and two more further down on the back of the dress. "This definitely has Princess Di beat," she declared.

"I think our first guests are here," said Mary.