Story - The Suit, Chapter VIII - BDSM, Mf

THE SUIT

Chapter VIII

Suddenly she was awake and for a moment she was completely
disorientated. Her arms and legs had been tightly bound and her mouth
was gagged. For a few panicky moment she tried to fight but then she
remembered where she was. Slowly her heart-rate settled down and she
relaxed. 
The equipment and instructions for her nightly bondage had arrived
three days earlier and she was still getting used to sleeping under
these new circumstances. Her head was encased in a leather harness,
two patches covering her eyes and a thick rubbery gag filling her
mouth. She’d never liked gags and the aching of her jaws each morning
has proven her dislike founded. The gag and patches were held in place
by a host of straps, all attached to a broad leather collar around her
neck. The collar plugged into the black box via a thin black wire.
Once locked it would only release her at 5 am. 
Her wrists and ankles were bound by large padded shackles, a thin wire
running from each set to the small black box. As with the collar they
would only open at 5 am, keeping her bound throughout her night of
restless sleep. 
She had a tough time falling asleep whilst wearing the erotic
ensemble. Her body wanted to do a lot of things, but sleep wasn’t one
of them. The last three evenings had been a struggle of restless
rolling around till she could finally slip away, exhaustion overcoming
frustration. 
She rolled over onto her other side and tried to fall asleep again. If
she could do so quickly she might fool her body and it would forget
all about the .... damn. She rolled onto her back and screamed into
the gag in frustration. Her nipples were already throbbing, her lust
fired by the mere realization that she was helpless. Her bound wrists
were pressing into the small of her back and she rolled onto her
stomach in frustration. This was just like discovering the suit all
over again! She couldn’t find a position that would not be an erotic
reminder in some perverse way. She twisted and turned her wrists
behind her back. She would have preferred having her arms bound in
front of her body, but the instructions had been clear. At long last
she managed to slowly drift away when once again she was jerked awake.
This time she’d heard what had woken her - somebody was doing
something with her front door! She froze as she heard the faint
metallic sounds coming from the door - what the hell was going on?
Suddenly everything grew quiet and after a while she relaxed. She had
just about convinced herself it had been her imagination when she
heard the familiar sound of her front door opening! She had a thick
carpet at the door and it made a distinctive brushing sound every time
the door was opened. As she now heard the familiar sound her heart
throbbed in her throat. Somebody was inside her sanctuary, invading
her privacy! For a moment she panicked but then a thought came to her
- what if it was him?
She froze, her breath caught in her throat. It made sense, he would
quietly slip into her room. Next he’ll grab her as she lay on the bed,
her defenseless body would quickly be stuffed into a bag. He’d drag
her to his home and soon she’d be free of the suit, his warm flesh ...
or maybe he’d do it right here! Maybe he’d free her right here and
now, his rough hands traveling all over her body as she lay bound on
the bed. Sharon got herself worked into such a state she could feel
her legs quivering in expectation. After a long while of nervous
anticipation and fantasizing she realized that nothing has happened.
Suddenly the old fears returned. What was he up to? Was it really him?
Maybe it was just a common burglar! Why was he taking so long? 
She could hear some faint movements in her kitchen. That can’t be him!
What would he want in her kitchen? It WAS a burglar! Some common,
dirty thief had broken into her house and soon she was going to be
discovered! What would he think when he saw her? What would he do?
What a sight she must be - her perfect silver body in stark contrast
with the erotic black devices on her limbs. What would go through his
mind when he saw her - exposed and naked? 
Suddenly she blushed all over and wished she’d not rolled around so
much. She was no longer covered by the linen and he was going to
discover her lying there in all her naked glory! But what then? When
he discovered she was not available, what would he do in his
frustration? Would he use his fists, taking his rage out on her? Maybe
he’d have a knife! She shivered at the thought and became seriously
afraid for the first time!
The next moment she felt a warm hand slide over her leg and she cried
out in fear and surprise. For several minutes she rolled around,
fighting and screaming. Her wails came out as soft kitten mews, her
fighting made impotent by the shackles. Through the blindfold she
sensed that the light had been turned on, and again she rolled around
- this time in shame. The man was watching her struggle! She’d never
felt so ashamed and vulnerable in her life! Not even on the beach has
she been so exposed. Her hands opened and closed as she desperately
grabbed the air. Here she was, not only naked but bound and helpless
as well. For a while she continued her rolling and moaning but soon
she grew tired and rational thought took over. 
She’d just settled down when he grabbed hold of her ankles, lifting
them into the air. He held onto them easily while she struggled anew,
her tired body unable to dislodge his hold on the shackles. She rolled
over onto her back but his wrist just follow the movement. After a few
seconds she calmed down, her ribs straining against the sides of their
tight prison.
Satisfied that she’d calmed down her tormentor placed his other hand
above her knee, rolling her over with a firm push. She was too tired
to resist and as she lay on her stomach she felt him push her ankles
upwards until they pressed against her buttocks. The tinkle of chains
should have warned her, but by that time she was too scared and tired
to think straight. The next moment her wrists and ankles were tightly
bound together. 
As he let go of her she tested the restraints but she was firmly bound
in a hog-tie. She could feel her hips and abdomen strain against the
inside of the suit as all her weight rested on her lower abdomen. Her
spine was bent backwards in a curve, lifting her chest and knees off
the bed. She felt his weight disappear off the bed as he stood up. For
a while nothing happened and she started twisting and turning her
fists inside the shackles. Once she’d been hog-tied most of her fear
had disappeared and she knew it had to be him. He knew exactly what he
was doing, he’d even brought the equipment to hog-tie her with. 
She turned her head this way and that - trying to locate him. He was
keeping quiet and after a long while she began to feel convinced that
he’d left. She moaned into the gag - the bondage and excitement had
set her whole body on fire. Where was he? She was extremely exited by
the prospect of what lay ahead. If he was to have her he’d have to
remove the suit! She twisted her hips and rubbed her thighs together,
nervous sexual energy coursing through her like electricity. She
toppled over from her stomach on to her side. As she lay there she
slowly became worried. Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he still in the
room? She moved as much as the bondage allowed, her breathing ragged
and exited. Finally she could stand it no more and she pulled as hard
as she could, every muscle, every tendon straining against her
confinement. For a while she kept it up, her body a bowstring of
tension, pulling desperately to free her hands. But muscle and tendons
can’t defeat cold hard steel and soon she had to let go, defeated. She
rested her head uncomfortably on the bed and breathed deeply through
her nose. 
He gently placed his warm hand on her naked buttock, making her jump.
She was so tired she could hardly move and yet she felt little spasms
of pleasure course through the tired muscle under his hand. He sat
down next to her and gently rolled her over from her side onto her
stomach. She moaned into the gag - she was so ready for him! He slowly
slid his hand down her butt crack, following the wire as it went down.
The sensation was pure heaven and she arched her back even further,
her butt cheeks squeezing his fingers. He slowly forced his hand in
deeper until it was cupping her dome from behind, the warm flesh
between her thighs driving her wild! 
She felt his weight shift and he bent down next to her. With his other
hand her brushed her hair away, exposing her collared neck. She gasped
as his warm breath tickled her ear and he gently covered it with
kisses. His arms slipped in around her waist, just below her breasts.
All she could do was moan as his feather light kisses covered her neck
and ear.
Suddenly she was lifted bodily into the air, surprising and
disorientating her completely. For a panicky few moments it felt as if
she was flying through space! He lifted her upright, balancing her
body on his hand between her thighs. His other hand was still holding
onto her chest and kept her balanced. She’d never been manhandled like
this, and the feeling of losing all control was the most erotic thing
she’d ever experienced. He was still seated and he lowered her until
her knees rested on the top of his thighs. He freed his hand from
between her cheeks and started roaming her body. After several detours
both hands ended up around her throat. His fingers were under her
chin, his thumbs placed over her spine. Gently he pressed and she
tilted her head forwards as far as the collar allowed. He again kissed
her exposed neck and head, sending shock waves down her spine as each
warm kiss touched her for a brief moment. 
As he kissed, his hands slowly started roaming her body. Despite the
hard metal she could feel his palms cup her breasts. She could imagine
him squeezing the hard metal and she wanted to cry in frustration. For
a moment he rested his hands over her breasts and then he moved on,
stroking and rubbing his large hands along her sides and over her
rib-cage. The suit was dampening the sensation and yet it was enough
to drive her up the wall. Again he surprised her by lifting her up,
his hands circling her waist. For the second time she became
disorientated as her whole body was moved and rotated as easily as if
she was a doll. When he put her down she had no idea which way she was
facing, all she knew was that her knees were again resting on his
thighs. A sudden hot breath on her cheek told her that she was now
facing him, and as he kissed her nose and brow she longed to melt into
his chest. His hands still had hold of her waist and now they slid
down until they were holding her hips. Gently his thumbs rubbed her
hip bones while his fingers dug into her butt-crack. With a firm pull
he drew her body into his chest, his fingers pulling her cheeks apart.
She cuddled his neck with her face, his musky odor filling her
nostrils. She could smell the sweat on his body and she knew he was as
exited and horny as she was. If she’d been free she’d have coupled
with him long ago, instead she was forced to endure as every second
built her higher in her desperate need. With her weight leaning
against his chest his hands were once again free and they started
roaming. Soon both his hands had slid down her hips and thighs and was
holding onto her calves. Each hand took hold of a leg and he gently
pulled her open. As she opened she slid down onto his lap and soon she
was half seated, her inner thighs straddling his legs. She could feel
their abdomens touch and she longed to feel his warm manhood throbbing
against her. Instead she had to be satisfied with the empty, quiet
dome where not even her outer labia could feel anything. She cursed at
the injustice of it, moaning as she tried to make her intentions
clear. When was he going to take her? Why was he dragging it out so
much? She longed for him to free her, to give her what she’d not had
for months now. 
She froze in shocked silence as the dildo suddenly started to move.
She had gotten so used to it’s quiet presence she never noticed it any
more. Now she became intensely and exquisitely aware of the thin rod.
It was expanding, ever so slowly growing bigger. As if by magic it’s
sides were filling and stretching her purse. She knew it could only be
a few fractions but it felt as if it already filled her whole body!
Everything else was forgotten, her whole being concentrated on the
unexpected pleasure. It kept on growing until she felt she would
burst. She could feel her slippery skin slide over it’s surface as it
expanded, filling her to beyond what she’d thought possible. At last
it reached it’s apex and she realized she’d bitten deep into the
rubber gag. Suddenly the dildo started moving up and down and for a
moment she blacked out from the overwhelming sensation and shock.
She regained her consciousness in time to feel him tilt her over onto
her back. She hardly noticed as he stood up, the dildo driving her
crazy. It was moving extremely slowly, going up and down by only a few
fractions. And yet the slight movement was enough to discover that the
thing was ribbed with thousands of tiny knobs rubbing her walls. 
She barely noticed him lower his weight down onto her, the dildo
demanding her full attention. With a bit of prodding he managed to get
her attention and she opened her legs as far as she could. He lowered
himself into her fork, and she groaned as his weight stretched her
bound limbs to their limits. Despite the tension she didn’t feel any
pain, her mind oblivious to all but one sensation. She felt his hard
cock throbbing against her inner thigh where it was wedged between her
skin and the dome. The head was sticking out past her arse like a
short little tail. He stroked her hard metal breasts and she screamed
into the gag as the brushes came alive. He slowly started moving his
member up and down, rubbing it between the fleshy thigh and hard dome.
Soon the tempo increased inside her as well and they started rocking
together, animal instinct taking over.

Sharon sat bolt upright with a start. She was sweating and her pulse
was racing away. At last she calmed down and she removed the
restraints over her head. As usual the shackles on her wrists and
ankles had fallen off as soon as the deadline passed - it was only the
collar the she needed to remove herself. As she blinked in the morning
light she rubbed her aching jaw, cursing the damn gag. Finally she
dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. The dream had been the
most erotic yet and she knew she must’ve come in her sleep. She longed
to remember what it felt like, but as with most things the memory
could not compensate for the experience. She dried herself off and
looked herself over with a resigned sigh - because of the dream the
day was bound to be spent in impotent frustration. She dressed and got
ready for work. It was only when she made the bed that she noticed the
sticky glob stuck to the linen.