Story - The Suit, Chapter VI - BDSM, Mf

THE SUIT

Chapter VI

For a few moment her arse hung delicately over the chair and her whole
body trembled. Slowly the force of gravity took over and she sat down
with a grateful sigh. As soon as she was seated her favorite cat
jumped onto her lap, purring and rubbing as she stroked it. "Hi
Willie, hi my pet." she purred back. "Do you know what day it is
today? Do you? Today’s my 70th birthday my pet, yes 70 my dear. Isn’t
that a long time?". She sighed and leaned back, stroking the cat as it
settled down. The flat looked so empty and lonely. All her old friends
had either died or moved away. She didn’t even have children to
comfort her, how could she? She touched the hard surface under her
blouse. After all these years it had become a part of her, she hardly
even noticed it any more.
At first she had hoped and longed, praying every night for what the
next day might bring. The first year had been the worst and several
times she’d come close to killing herself. After five years the
messages had dried up, her tormentor either dead or bored with her.
After ten years she’d accepted her fate, to old and cynical to dwell
on the things she’d lost. Now, after decades, she could not even
remember what she’d been longing for. 
Again she sighed and leaned her head back, her time was near and she
had spent her whole life in the suit. After years of avoiding doctors
her body was packing up. She felt certain that whatever she had could
be cured - medical science had come a long way the past fifty years -
but she dared not ask for help. Besides, she was tired. She’d be glad
to go over, this life no longer held anything for her. 
She just wished she could have met her tormentor. For only once she
would have liked to look into his eyes, try to find a reason for her
capture. In all these years she’d not seen him once. Several times
she’d felt his presence, watching over her like a benevolent guardian.
But after the messages had dried up, the feeling had left her as well.
She was now certain that he was gone, leaving her utterly alone.
She moved her head in an attempt to get rid of the pressure on her
jaw. As she’d aged her body had slowly shrunk and by now she fit like
a bag of bones inside an old pot. When she was seated her body would
slip down in the suit, forcing the neck of the suit up against her
jaw. It was a cruel fate that she was always reminded of her glory
days. The suit still held the perfect form of her body in it’s prime.
Every day she had to look at the exquisite shell while her real body
shriveled and wrinkled like and old prune. She took one of her
knitting needles and pushed it under the suit to scratch an itch.
Although she could get some implements in quite deep, she could still
not reach her sex. She smiled to herself as she struggled to reach the
itch - she was no longer interested in getting to that part of her
body anyway. The damn itch was deep, almost too deep to reach. She
pressed even harder and the plastic needle slipped in deeper. It was
pressing against something under the suit and she wondered what it
could be. Again she pressed and with a faint click the needle went in
another inch. Suddenly her whole body collapsed as the suit split into
several parts. The cat had sprung from her lap, and for a long while
she could just stare at it, her mouth hanging open in surprise. 
Finally her frail heart relaxed somewhat and she slowly tried to stand
up. Her body was not used to supporting itself and she cried in pain
as her back and waist had to carry her weight. Finally she managed to
get upright and she gasped as several pieces of silver metal fell down
to her feet. They looked like old discarded pieces of a broken pot,
lying in a jumbled heap on the floor. 
She slowly shuffled to the bedroom and as she moved more pieces
dislodged themselves and fell out. When she finally made it to the
bedroom she felt certain she was free and she stood in front of the
mirror. Her heart was racing in nervous anticipation and she closed
her eyes to savor the moment. With her eyes still closed she removed
her clothes and let them fall to the floor. Waiting for her heart to
settle she finally opened her eyes and her mouth fell open in horror. 
Her breasts were two shriveled pieces of skin, her nipples completely
gone! Of her sex there was nothing left, it had grown closed until all
that was visible was the short stem of the dildo, sticking out from a
flat white piece of skin. Her skin was as clear and translucent as
smoked glass, the blue veins clearly visible as they throbbed under
the surface. For several minutes she could just stand there in shock,
too horrified to move. Then she started screaming, her anguished cry
of horror and revulsion echoing off the walls.

Sharon sat up in her bed and panted in shock and fear. Finally she
realized that it was a dream and she lay back in the bed, her heart
still beating furiously in her breast. The linen was soaked from her
sweat and as the dream slowly faded she regained her composure. She
tried to get out of bed but the thin wire had become tangled around
her legs and she had to undo it first. She switched the bed lamp on
and cursed the thin black snake as she worked to release her legs. She
looked at the clock expectantly, but it was only a quarter past four
and she could not yet be released. She had only about four paces of
slack, not enough to reach anything. She could not even go to the
bathroom and wash away the awful taste in her mouth. 
Finally she was free and she lay back, trying to avoid the damp spot
on the linen. There was no possibility of sleeping again and as she
rolled around restlessly, the dream haunting her. 
Her first month had passed, the days ticking by slowly, frustratingly
- but relentlessly. She had to face the terrifying possibility that
she would spend the rest of her life in the suit. The thought was so
horrifying she started crying into the pillow.
After a good cry she lay on her side, staring at the clock. Although
the thought was horrifying she knew it was entirely possible. The last
physical hurdle - her period - had come and gone. The cramps had been
worse than usual, the bleeding heavier. She’d had the same side
effects when she’d first had the IUD inserted and she knew she’d
return to normal pretty soon, maybe two or three months. Other than
those she had suffered no ill effects. She had been very worried about
spending her nights while wearing the small triangle. Where would the
blood go if she blocked up all the holes? About a day before she was
due she’d received a message permitting her to forgo the wire for 6
days every cycle. The fact that he knew exactly when her period was
bothered her, it reminded her how much her privacy had been invaded.

Sharon took a leisurely stroll in the park and admired the pastel
colors of the trees. Autumn was coming and already the air was
beginning to cool. It was her lunch break and she liked to spend her
hour out-doors. She’d gotten into the routine to get away from her
colleagues, some of them had become concerned about her and if she
stayed at the office they’d insist on dragging her along for lunch. 
In the three months since her ordeal had begun she’d become more and
more anti-social. She’d even had a big fight with her mother when
she’d wanted to fly over for a visit. Sharon sat down on a bench and
stared at her feet. The fight bothered her, she’d always gotten along
with her mother. She’d become used to the suit in most physical ways,
but now it was taking it’s toll on other parts of her life. She no
longer craved sex every day, although she still had a tough time
during her period. She’d always become horny during that time and
because of the suit she’d had some very frustrating days. She leaned
back and let the sun bake her face. It was strange how quickly she’d
adjusted to her new life. During those first terrifying days she’d not
imagined she would adjust so quickly, and yet she has. She’d had to
turn her whole life upside down, but now she was getting used to a new
routine. Sometimes she’d still think of the suit, but by now she had
to concentrate to even notice the dildo. Another month and she would
be completely adjusted. Even the routine of plugging herself in had
become second nature, it happened almost without thought. 
She thought back to the nightmare she’d had. It had kept re-occurring
for a few nights until she could remember it vividly. Was it a omen? A
sign of what’s to come? The fact that she’d had almost no new
instructions just re-enforced the notion. The last instructions she’d
had was to forgo the beach routine for the winter. That message had
been sent  almost a month ago. Since then she’d had no further contact
and it bothered her. Sometimes she could still feel his presence,
suddenly she’d get that creepy feeling of being watched and she’d know
he was around. But it was not the ever-present sensation she’d thought
it would be. 
She felt strangely let down. Although she hated the suit and would do
almost anything to be rid of it, a small part of her had been waiting
for the climax - the moment she would be taken. The adventure of it
used to keep her awake at nights. What would she do when he came for
her? Would he keep her, taking her back to his house? What would he
look like? Smell like? Taste like? Would he be kind? Would he be
young, old, short, tall? When would he come? How would he do it? Maybe
he’d sneak in at night, take her while she slept? Maybe he’d abduct
her as she walked in the park. Maybe he’d simply order her to go to
such and such a place - knowing that she’d have no choice but to obey.

What would he have her do for him? Maybe she’d be forced to dance for
him, the suit shimmering in the light as she twisted and gyrated her
body. His admiring eyes would follow her every move. He’d stand up,
take her hand and draw her nearer, embracing her in his arms... All
these things she’d wished for - hating herself for being so weak. But
her dreams had continued and her fantasies had become more and more
erotic. 
Instead she was left utterly alone. 
Why do this? Why did he take her and then refuse to have her? For the
hundredth time she was faced with the possibility that her abductor
had no other intentions but to have her denied forever. She felt like
a prisoner, looking forward to a life sentence in a small, solitary
little cell. A single, desperate little tear ran down her face.

Sharon sat and looked as people walked by. She knew she was going into
a depression but could do nothing about it. She dried her face with
her wrist and took out her make-up case. Anti-depressants meant
doctors and there was no way a doctor would get to see her like this.
Yet she could not shake the awful feeling of dread that was ever
present in her life. She looked into a long future of heartache and
denial and it was like looking into the depths of a bottomless pit. If
only she could be free! She sighed and headed back to the office.
She’d gone through this wholes process before. The suit had defeated
her. Every attempt to be rid of it was met by hard unyielding metal.
She’d had several more attempts and at one stage she’d even bought a
small blowtorch. All she’d gained was a painful blister that had taken
weeks to heal. In about the second month her will had finally been
broken and she’d made no attempts since.

The traffic on the freeway was terrible and the stop-start progress
was working on her nerves. The radio was blaring but she wasn’t really
listening, instead she sat brooding, the depression slowly taking hold
of her. Her boss had broken the news that she’d be looked over for
promotion - he simply didn’t consider her dedicated enough. She’d
wanted to be angry at him, spit in his face and scratch his eyes.
Instead she was dispassionate, listening to his criticism with
indifference. She knew she should fight, hit him back where it hurt.
Instead she just took it in silence, a strange lethargy taking hold of
her. Her life was ruined anyway - what was one more set-back? What
would it help to fight? He was the all powerful management, she didn’t
stand a chance. She didn’t need the additional grief right now.
The traffic moved a few yards and she slowly edged her car forwards.
Why should she go on? Why be bothered by it all? Her whole future was
gone. For a moment she had a glimmer of hope - what would happen if
she ever met her captor? What things he could do to her! He’d take her
away, rid her of all her worries. The feeling was brief. He was a man,
and men had no patience. Three months had passed and he’d never even
met her. Obviously he was somehow impotent! She imagined her life
being in control of a sadistic eunuch and again the tears started
rolling down her face. Her nightmares had been a vision, a message of
what was to come. She would never feel the warm touch of his hands,
the tender kiss of his lips. She knew enough about history to know
that eunuchs used to be the most sadistic and vicious creatures of
all. They would take delight in tormenting and taunting the women
under their charge. She folded her hands over the steering wheel and
sobbed into the cradle of her arms.
A loud horn behind her pulled her out of her sobbing and she saw that
the traffic had again moved. She edged the car forward but then she
froze in utter and complete shock! Both her nipples had been brushed
by something and for a horrible moment she had visions of cockroaches
scuttling over her breasts! She let go of the steering wheel and
desperately scratched at the suit, trying to get rid of the creatures.
The next moment she was right on top of the truck in front of her and
she slammed into it’s back. 
She was so shocked she could not move. For a while everything seemed
to happen in a dream with her watching from the sidelines. In slow
motion she saw the driver in the car behind her climb out of his car
and walk up toward her. The driver of the truck had also arrived and
was inspecting the damage before looking at her through the
windshield. In slow motion his jaws opened and closed as he spoke to
her. She couldn’t move, couldn’t think. After an eternity a loud
banging next to her head finally managed to draw her attention and she
turned her head. The driver behind her was tapping at the window, his
mouth silently moving as he talked. Finally she came round and she
realized he wanted her to roll down the window. 
As soon as she moved her arm the spell was broken and the real world
came crashing in. The first sensations she registered was that her
nipples were still being tickled. She could hardly think straight as
the sensation sent shock-waves through her body. She managed to get a
hold of herself and she wound the window down. "Jesus lady, you ok?"
he asked. He was about forty but very cute. She had to resist the urge
to giggle. "Ye- yes yes, I’m ok." she replied. The truck driver came
over and she liked the look of him as well. His belly had such a
delightful way of hanging over his belt. "Is she ok?" he asked the
other man. Looking into the car he looked at her. "Are you ok?" he
asked. She could hardly think, her nipples were making her nuts! "Yes
I’m ok." she replied. "She looks ok but I think she’s in shock." the
first man told the second. "I’m not in shock" she wanted to tell them,
"I’m in heaven'. But then she realized that she was indeed in shock
and she took a deep breath. It took all her willpower to concentrate
on what was going on. They let her get out of the car and she walked
over to the front of the car. She almost collapsed, her legs were all
rubbery. The first man grabbed hold of her arm and steadied her,
concern written all over his face. Again she fought the urge to giggle
- he must think she’s unstable because of the accident! She loved the
way his warm hands felt as he held on to the her arm. She looked at
the damage but it was minor. Her car’s grille had been dented but the
truck had no sign of damage. "I don’t think we need to report this, do
you?" she told the truck driver, her voice sounding strangely sultry
and seductive. "Your truck is fine and the damage on my car is so
small the insurance deposit alone would be more than the repairs." The
truck driver seemed relieved that she was willing to forget the
incident and he quickly agreed. She felt a pang of regret as the other
man let go of her arm. "You sure you’re ok, you’re as white a ghost."
he asked. Was she? She’d have thought she’d be all flushed and red
from the treatment her nipples were receiving. "I’m ok, really. Thanks
for the help." she replied, unable to resist touching him briefly on
the hand. He escorted her back to her car and then walked off himself.
As she sat in the car she closed her eyes and gripped the steering
wheel as hard as she could. During all of that the tickling had never
ceased and it had been very difficult to concentrate The truck moved
off and she gritted her teeth as she moved on after it.

Sharon reached her home and collapsed on the bed. Several times she’d
been close to coming but she had to concentrate on her driving. Now
she could fully enjoy the sensation, closing her eyes as little
shudders of pleasure coursed through her body. Whatever was doing this
to her nipples was doing it slowly. She imagined two small round
brushes over her nipples, slowly and deliciously turning around and
around. She could feel the wave building inside her and her breath
became ragged as it grew. She rolled over onto her back and forced her
hands in under the belt of her skirt. She wished the dildo would move
as well and she grabbed hold of the dome with both hands. Her body
wanted to increase the tempo, but the brushes kept going at their own
slow pace. Ever so slowly she was built up and up until she was
standing on the crest of a giant wave, ready to topple over. She
squirmed and rolled her body, gritting her teeth and growling like a
cat. Finally she felt it come and her whole body arched as the spasm
took her. He hips started pumping as her sex milked the quiet dildo.
For a eternity she rode the giant wave, giggling, crying and moaning
all at once. The pleasure was so intense she completely lost her mind.


After several minutes it was over and she lay on her back, staring at
the ceiling. It was the first time in more than three months that
she’d achieved orgasm and she’d almost forgotten how powerful it could
be. She was so exhausted she could hardly move. She felt a almost
euphoric happiness and all her troubles was forgotten. She rested for
a short while but then she realized that the brushes hadn’t stopped.
"Here we go again" she whispered happily and hugged her body with her
hands.