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I'm reposting a series originally posted to alt.sex.stories.bondage by Don
Quixote <d_quixote@yahoo.com>.  It's a work in progress, and currently
stands at chapter IX.  Posted here with permission -- please forward
comments to the aforementioned address.

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THE SUIT

Chapter VII

She looked up as the two technicians approached her isle and she moved
a little closer to the cage's side - they sometimes briefly touched
you as they went past. They ignored her and went strolling down the
isle. Disappointed she stood back and rested in her harness. She'd
been listening to them speak but she still had trouble with the
language. Sucking on her teat she drank some liquid. Did the liquid
tasted good or bad? She'd been fed the exact same mixture since birth
and she had no idea how it compared with other food. She only knew
there were more than one kind of food because she'd heard the
technicians talking about it. 
She was very proud of her ability to do 'speak'. She'd slowly picked
it up, teaching herself by listening to the technicians. How she
longed to try out a few words on them, but the teat was never removed
and she was effectively gagged. She adjusted her arms as far as the
straps and chains allowed. How did it feel to have you hands free from
the restraints? She'd never once been free, her hands being tied
behind her back at birth. From what she'd over-heard it was to keep
them from touching the equipment. She looked down at her chest. Two
large plastic cups fit over her breasts, attached to her body by
straps and locks. She did remember having the cups fitted, after all
she'd only gotten breasts a few cycles ago. She remembered the terror,
the discomfort of being fitted with the cups. At that stage she'd not
yet learned 'speak' and she'd screamed and wailed in terror. Until
then she'd been allowed to play and run in the holding pens out back.
Although their arms had been bound she and the others had still been
able to play a few games, mostly tag. With the cups had come the
cages. She and her fellow captives had each been placed in a small
square cage, suspended in a harness that hung from the ceiling. She
doubted she'd ever leave the cage and a strange feeling overcame her,
something she could not express in words. 
She sighed and gently swung back and forth in her harness. Suddenly
the cups came to life and she gasped as the white fluid started
flowing. After all of this time she could still not get used to the
unexpected sensation. All around her other bodies stirred as their
cups came to life as well. Two small plastic pipes ran from her
breasts to a bigger pipe out in front of the cages. She could see her
fluid join the supply from the others and she wondered what the
technicians wanted with such a flood of white stuff. Her body made
other fluid as well, but they did not seem interested in that at all.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the fluid leaving her body.
The sensation was so good, and yet it made her afraid. What would
happen if one day she became empty?
She opened her eyes and looked down. She was very happy to see that
one of the technicians had returned. She tried to smile but the large
rubber teat obscured her mouth from view. Instead she leaned forward
as far as the harness allowed. She knew there was a funny thing
between her legs, she could see the same device between the legs of
the others. It had been installed at the same time as the cups.
Although she couldn't see her own she guessed it looked the same as
the others, all shiny and hard with lights and knobs on top. The
technician looked around, smiled at her and touched one of her knobs.
Immediately a buzzing started between her legs, sending shock waves of
pleasure up her whole body. Instinctively she tried to touch the thing
but her hands could only flail behind her back. She moaned through her
nose and swung back and forth. Suddenly the sensation was gone and
with a pang of regret she looked down. The technician turned and
walked away. She wondered what would happen if he ever left it on for
a while. He never allowed her to find out, giving her just a few
seconds of pleasure each time. The cups over her breasts died down as
the last of the tremors between her legs died away as well. With a
deep sigh she swung back and rested her head in a sling between the
chains of the harness. Longing for some unnamed something she closed
her eyes and fell asleep, her mouth slowly working the teat.

Sharon sat on the sofa and morbidly stared at the television screen.
Her eyes were red and tired, her hair a tangled mess. Every now and
then she'd give a small little jump as if she'd been stung. Sometimes
she'd jump up, walk a few circles, maybe wash her face and then she'd
sit down again. 
For the past week she'd not had a moments rest, her nipples being
stimulated the moment she relaxed. She'd not even been able to sleep
properly, the stimulation continuing through the night. Except for the
first hectic night she'd not once been able to come. She'd be
stimulated until she was nice and hot ... and then it'd stop. Like a
simmering pot she'll slowly cool down and then she'd be stimulated
again! Somehow the suit knew exactly when she was cooling off. She
guessed it measured the height of her nipples, or maybe the blood
throbbing under her skin. Whatever way it used - it was very
effective. She could spend several frustrating hours simmering away,
her body ready and willing. However, without release it was inevitable
that she'd start to cool down - and all of a sudden she'd be brushed
again. This roller-coaster of ups and downs was taking it's toll and
she was going out of her mind. 
Going to the office had been sheer torture. She'd get halfway down a
row of figures and suddenly she'd be brushed. Of course she'd loose
her place and she'd have to start all over again. 
She leaned back and looked at the ceiling. She couldn't understand
this treatment. Why do this to her? What would he gain by driving her
off her trolley? Right now she was so horny she'd kill for a fuck -
literally. But why? Why force her to need what she couldn't hope to
have? She'd been getting used to not getting sex, in another month or
two she'd have been completely adjusted. Now she was back at step one,
as aware and uncomfortable in the suit as if she'd discovered it
yesterday. 
Maybe that was why this was happening! Maybe he wanted her needy and
desperate! Maybe the perverse bastard did this just to drive her
doodley! What better way could there be?  Like a starving man all you
did was show him the food, keep it close enough to smell and see, but
not allow him to eat. It would be only a matter of days before he'd be
completely out of his mind. The thought made her shiver and she curled
up into a ball. Was that the whole idea? She could not believe that
he'd go through all the trouble just to send her to the insane asylum!
 Was this all part of a mind-game? 

She leaned back and tried to stand in her captor's shoes.
First off, he's a control freak. Obviously the typical "dominant"
personality. His letters and demands had made that clear.
Secondly, he was smart and crafty. The way in which she'd been
captured must have taken a lot of planning. She suspected that he'd
drugged her in the middle of the night. Maybe he'd sprayed some gas
under the door? For all she knew he was in the flat the whole time,
waiting for her! Whatever the method, he'd kept her drugged and had
installed the suit in a very short time.
The only question was his intentions. Was he a sadist? She didn't
think so. Except for the one time she'd neglected to wear the wire
she'd never been hurt. Physical pain didn't seem to be his thing.
What off the stimulation? There had to be a method behind the madness.
Could it be that he's using the stimulation to train her to his will?
If he'd let her be she'd have become used to the suit - that much was
obvious. This way he could keep her under his control. 
It seems he prefers using the carrot rather than the stick. Maybe he
wanted her to do his bidding willingly, not because she was afraid of
punishment? Right now she'd do almost anything he could possibly ask
of her - as long as he allowed her to climax. She stretched herself
out, her toes pointing at the wall. It was amazing how the stimulation
had ruined her composure. As with the first few nights she was again
super-aware. As she stretched she arched her back and pushed her hands
into the air. A dark corner of her mind noticed how the suit resisted
her movement, clinching her waist and biting into her fork as she
stretched.
Despite her state of arousal the depression was back in full force.
She tried to fight it, but it was like fighting a thick black fog. For
a few minutes she'd rant and rage, determined to crush her unseen
enemy. Finally she'd be spent and she'd be forced to calm down. As
soon as she did the oppressive black fog returned, whispering horrible
dreams and visions in her ears. She gave a small jump as she was again
brushed. The stimulation lasted less than a second, just long enough
to draw her attention back to her nipples. That was the bloody problem
with the thing! As soon as she became distracted - thinking of
something else or maybe daydreaming - she'd calm down. Whenever the
stimulation came, it was always a surprise. After all, as long as she
waited for the stimulation, nothing would happen. 

Sharon looked around and made sure she was alone. She could not shake
the eerie feeling of being watched and she suspected he was around
somewhere. She was back in the park, her instructions sending her here
early on Saturday morning. The instructions had come on the same day
the stimulation had finally ceased, the previous Tuesday. After almost
two weeks she'd had enough and if it had lasted just a few more days
she'd have killed herself. Somehow he'd known of her desperation and
it had ceased just in time. 
Perversely she found that she now missed the stimulation. She could
not believe it, and yet she longed to feel her nipples brushed. As she
drew the long dress up to her knees she cursed herself, why did she
always want what she couldn't have? 
She felt extremely vulnerable and nervous, continually scanning her
surroundings. The instructions had been clear - no under-garments of
any kind. Just the dress and some light sandals. The dress had been
sent to her via the usual anonymous package, part of a whole
collection of objects. 
It was a light brown dress made of woven wool. The bodice was tight
and would stretch over the suit, but the skirt was wide and long. It
had no zippers, she'd put it on like a jersey, sticking her head
through the narrow turtleneck. It had long, narrow arms that came down
all the way to her wrists. Folding her hands under the pits of her
arms she could hide her whole body from view, only her face showing.
It was nice and thick and would keep her warm in the autumn cold. 
She took a short cable from her handbag. She looked at it for a while
and cursed herself - she was actually growing horny! What she had to
do would leave her completely at his mercy - the first time she'd
loose all control over her fate. For a short while she debated with
herself but she never had any real choice. A small black box was
attached to one end of the cable, a metal clip sticking out of it. She
snapped the clip around the foot of the bench, thereby attaching the
cable to the bench. On the other end of the cable she attached set of
padded shackles, permanently fixed to each other. Sighing she held the
shackles for a moment and then she tied them to her naked ankles. With
two little clicks they shut, binding her ankles to the bench.

Sharon sat watching the swans glide over the lake. She'd hoped to be
approached the moment she was bound, but nothing had happened. She
looked down and was satisfied to see that all signs of her restriction
was hidden by the dress. She slowly moved her feet, they were kept
together in a comfortable but firm grip by the shackles. She could
feel her feet being stopped short by the cable, she had less than a
foot of play. She hated to admit it but she was enjoying the
confinement, her body responding in it's usual manner. Here she was,
bound and helpless in the middle of a public park and nobody was any
the wiser! 
The park had been very quiet when she'd arrived but slowly the people
started arriving. Soon she saw somebody walking down her particular
path next to the lake. For a moment she'd hoped it was him, but then
she saw that it was a woman, taking her early morning walk around the
lake. She looked the other way but there was nobody coming from that
direction either. She was about to relax when she suddenly gave a
stifled little cry and froze in her seat. The woman looked at her
quizzically and frowned as she approached the bench. Sharon made no
further moves and the woman walked on by. Finally she rounded the bend
and was lost out of sight. 
Sharon released the breath she'd been holding and checked to make sure
everything was still concealed by the dress. As the woman had
approached her nipples had been stimulated and it had made her cry out
in surprise. She squirmed in her seat, suddenly both horny and afraid
at the same time. She had a very bad feeling about all of this! She
tried to stand up but the shackles around her ankles reminded her of
her predicament. She could no longer do anything to prevent whatever
was going to happen. 

Sharon looked up and dreaded the approach of a whole group of Japanese
tourists. By now she'd spent almost two hours bound to the bench and
she'd figured out the rules of the game. Whenever somebody would pass
her, her nipples would be stimulated. The stimulation would grow until
the person had reached the closest point and would fade as they walked
on by. As the Japanese approached the stimulation began and she
clenched her jaws to avoid making a sound. It felt as if a hundred
little fingers was cajoling and stroking her, driving her mad. To her
absolute horror several of the tourists stopped right next to her to
take photos of the lake, chatting and joking as their cameras clicked
non-stop. She felt certain she was going to break a tooth but she kept
on biting down on her teeth, determined not to make a sound. She was
about to pass out when they finally moved on and she could breathe
again. That had been the longest one yet and she'd come to within an
inch of having an orgasm in public! The thought had her so horrified
she blushed a deep red and immediately her lust died down. She
wondered how long this game would continue. She could still feel him
watching and she cursed as she imagined him laughing at her attempts
to keep herself under control. 
Suddenly her nipples came alive again. For a moment she looked up,
swore under her breath and looked down again. An old man with a cane
was slowly walking by and it was going to take several minutes before
she'd be able to relax again. She pretended to be busy with her
handbag but the tempo over her nipples kept on rising. It was driving
her wild, the brushes teasing and twisting her nipples as the old man
slowly made his way past her. He was taking longer than she'd expected
and she concentrated on keeping her breathing under control. Finally
she could stand it no more and she looked up. She almost cried in
desperation and looked down again, the old man was heading straight
for her bench! After several minutes he laboriously lowered himself
down onto the bench and gave her a quick, shy smile. She tried to
smile back but it was taking all of her effort not to cry out - two
furious bees were buzzing away under her bonnet!
The spasm took hold of her and she grabbed onto the bench for support.
Her whole body went rigid as it swept her along and she desperately
tried to keep control of the little tremors coursing through her
taught muscles. Finally it was over and she collapsed back into the
bench. "Excuse me miss - are you not feeling well?" a voice said next
to her. She raised her head and looked into the kind old face of the
man, concern written all over his face. "I'm fine, thank you." she
replied, giving him her sweetest smile. "Go away, go away, go away,"
she thought while she smiled. He smiled back and nodded his head at
her. "Pardon me saying so but you look a bit distressed. My
daughter-in-law had the same look you know - turned out to be a fever.
Had some strange disease for years while nobody knew it. My son, David
that is, had to take her to the hospital one afternoon when she
fainted............"
Sharon leaned back and tried to feign interest while the voice droned
on. She had no idea what he was saying, her whole world filled by two
small patches of flesh. As she smiled she could feel the second climax
building and she held on to the bench for the ride. This time she
handled it much better, the old man didn't even realize she was a
little pre-occupied. He never noticed her knuckles turn white or the
sweat streaming down her brow.

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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.

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Please note: This story is a work in progress and may change
completely with the passage of time. Please let me know what you think
(like most authors I feel like a parent releasing his baby to the
world). Encouragement and ideas would be most welcome. Contact me at
D_Quixote@Yahoo.Com

Don Quixote


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