Message-ID: <10624eli$9804241349@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
From: Don Quixote <d_quixote@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Suit - Chapter X" Mf bdsm
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
Path: qz!not-for-mail
Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam
Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us>
X-Original-Message-ID: <19980424121309.12287.rocketmail@send1a.yahoomail.com>



WARNING -WARNING
This text contains material of an explicit and adult nature. If you
are not of an legal age to view such text DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.
Sensitive readers or readers that has religious or moral objections to
sexually explicit material, Bondage, BDSM and or Sado Masochism are
warned not to read the following text. The author will not take
responsibility for any emotional, psychological, physical or other
distress, damage or harm that may be that result of reading this text.
Readers that live in countries where text of an explicit nature is
forbidden read this text at their own discretion and of their own
accord. 
The following text and characters are fictional and in no way reflects
any known persons, situations or places. Any similarity to real life
is purely co-incidental.
The author retains ownership of the following material and grants the
reader the right to freely distribute and re-produce the material only
under the following circumstances:
a)  That said distribution is not in any way of financial  interest to
the distributor.



THE SUIT

Chapter X


Anette sits down on the bed and casually places her hand on Sharon’s
stomach. “So my pet, you comfy?” she asks, a faint smile playing
around the corners of her mouth. She knew that Sharon was everything
but comfortable. The leather straps around her ankles and wrists were
biting deep into her flesh, almost blocking the circulation. The
corset around her waist was terribly tight, restricting her breathing
to quick, shallow gasps. A inflatable gag was filling her mouth to
it’s absolute capacity, her cheeks bulging out from the pressure. She
twists and turns her wrists above her head where they were bound to
the bed. Despite the discomfort her nipples and sex throbs in
anticipation. Anette bends down and circles Sharon’s nipple with her
tongue. Reacting to Sharon’s moans she raises her head and smiles
sweetly at her captive. “You like?” she asks playfully before lifting
herself off the bed. With Sharon moaning and squirming in frustration
she disappears through the door. For several minutes she leaves Sharon
alone and by the time she returns Sharon is almost crying with
frustration. Anette places something next to the bed and seats herself
between Sharon’s open legs. Without saying a word she reaches down and
lifts something off the floor. With a mischievous smile she shows a
bottle to Sharon. “Want some honey, honey?” she asks as she pours the
sticky fluid over Sharon’s breasts. She bends down and slowly licks
the honey up with her tongue. The treatment is driving Sharon wild and
she squirms and twists her whole body. With her eyes closed she
doesn’t notice that Anette has moved and her whole body spasms as a
tongue suddenly licks her slit. She tries to spread her legs even
further but the bondage has her limbs pulled as tight as bow-strings.
Anette expertly flicks her tongue in and out of her sex, every
movement driving her further and further out of control. For a moment
Anette pauses before she plunges her whole face into Sharon’s crotch.
The tip of her tongue finds Sharon’s clit, driving her moaning over
the edge.
   

Sharon slowly woke to the sound of crickets in the grass. Again she
panicked as she discovered she was bound but she soon woke completely
and calmed down. The pressure on her fork has grown and she was now
really aching. Twisting and turning she tried to alleviate some of the
pressure, but the movement only aggravated the throbbing. She was
stiff and sore from hanging in the same position the whole day. She
moved as much as she could to get the circulation going, but it was
hopeless. Sighing a deeply through her nose she tried to doze off
again, but a sharp pain in her neck told her that it would be
impossible. She tried to stretch her neck by pushing her head
backwards, but the cable blocked her way. 
She was just about to start struggling again when she heard a twig
snap. For minutes she just hung there, not daring to even breathe. She
had just calmed down again when a faint touch to the sole of her foot
almost killed her with fright. She screamed into the gag and jerked
her legs upwards while struggled to get loose. She twisted and turned
like a trout on a hook, but her tortured body was too tired to
struggle for long. Moaning in fear she felt her legs slowly extend as
tired muscles gave up the fight. At long last she was again hanging as
before. 
She felt sure it had been some sort of animal that had touched her,
and images of bears and wolves kept flashing through her mind. She
strained to listen for any other signs of life, but there was none.
Shivering in fear she waited for the claws to rip at her flesh, but
nothing happened. 
After a age of nervous waiting her head slowly tipped forward as she
relaxed. Just as she felt safe something touched the back of her knee.
Again she screamed and fought, and again nothing happened. Sharon felt
relief flood through her body as she realized that it had to be a
branch or something touching her. She was giggling in relief when two
strong hands suddenly grabbed hold of her ankles.

Sharon hung in tired surrender, drawing gulps of air through her nose.
After a long and valiant struggle the hands still had a firm hold of
her legs. He was just standing there holding on to them, not moving a
muscle. At last she calmed down and her breathing became easier. She
felt a hot hand slowly and tenderly slide up her left leg. Forcing
herself to stay calm she waited to see what would happen next. With
one hand holding her legs still he slowly slid the other in between
her thighs. She clenched her thighs in fear and the hand froze.
Forcing herself to relax she felt her muscles loosen their grip and
his hand roamed further. Slowly he stroked and squeezed his way up her
thigh until he cupped her mound in his palm. She felt herself
responding to his roaming hand and she cursed at the suit that would
not allow her to feel his touch. All she could feel was the gentle
pressure of his fingers on the insides of her thighs, no sensation of
touch was transmitted to her mound. Slowly he stroked the flesh on
either side of her sex. 
She was soon moaning into the gag in desperation and desire. Still
unable to do anything she almost cried when he removed his hands.
Twisting and turning she struggled against her bonds. Thrusting her
hips forwards into the air she tried to entice him into touching her
again. A small voice in her head was screaming it’s rage at her for
being so easily manipulated, but it was fighting a losing battle
against pure lust and instinct that had taken over. Soon it was just a
distant echo that was drowned out by the rushing sound of red-hot
blood pumping through her veins. Gently he took hold of her leg again.
He was now standing behind her, his hand holding onto her bound
ankles. His other hand slowly and deliciously slid up the back of her
left leg. Cupping her knee in his hand he stroked the sensitive skin
behind her knee with his thumb. Suddenly she could feel his hot breath
on her skin as he kissed and licked the back of her other knee. The
treatment was delicious torture and she moaned deep husky moans
through her nose. Both his hands slid up the back of her legs and took
hold of her buns. Gently rubbing and squeezing her arse he slowly
drove her to madness.  He slid two fingers down her crack, one on
either side of the rod. Slowly and rhythmically he began working his
fingers up and down the rod, each time coming closer to pushing his
fingers through to the other side. Sharon no longer had any control
over her body and as instinct took over she slowly began rocking her
pelvis forwards and backwards. She could feel a enormous orgasm begin
to build in her body and she started rocking faster. Just as she was
about to plunge over the edge he withdrew his hands and the orgasm
subsided. 
Screaming in frustration and anger she twisted and turned to get some
sensation going, but it was to late. Once again she could just hang
there, the blood in her pussy and nipples pounding away. When she had
cooled down enough he again took hold of her. This time he was
standing in front of her, his hands reaching around her hips and
holding onto her butt. Slowly he started stroking her butt in small
rhythmic circles. The circles slowly grew larger, all the while
driving her mad. Grabbing hold of her hip bones he held her steady
while he drove his face into her thighs. She could feel his hot tongue
licking and teasing every inch of sensitive flesh that was not covered
by the suit. Soon she was again squirming as the orgasm built up, and
again he abandoned her just before she could come.
Sharon realized that he was not going to allow her to orgasm and she
bit hard on the rubber gag in frustration. She was still cursing her
captor when he started again. This time he placed both palms on her
thighs. Slowly he worked his way upwards until he was stroking her
sides. The delicious feel of his hands stroking her waist was
bitter-sweet as she realized she was being teased into madness. Again
he drove her to the edge, and again he yanked her back. 

For what felt like hours Sharon was tortured in this way. She tried
desperately to deceive him into sending her over the edge by holding
back. Each time her body would betray her and she would start
squirming and moaning - and each time he would back away. Finally she
now longer tried to fight, but merely let him do with her what he
would. He tortured her a few more times and then suddenly,
inexplicably he left her alone. Sharon grew desperate as she realized
he had gone and she had not once been allowed to come. Her whole body
was aching with desire and unfulfilled need, and she could do nothing
about it. Squirming and twisting she begged him to come back, but the
gag prevented her from making any recognizable sound. After a long
time she gave up the struggle. Suddenly she felt a hot breath in her
neck and his arms encircled her waist from behind. “Do you want to
come?” he whispered into her ear. Crying tears of shame and desire she
nodded her head yes. “Do you surrender to my will?” he asked. Again
she nodded yes. “Then listen closely. You are my possession and I do
with you what I want. Your body and mind belongs to me. You will never
again orgasm without my wishing you to. As with your body your mind
will be mine and I demand complete control. Do you understand?” Again
she nodded yes. “Very well.” he said and let go of her. For a second
she thought he had left her and she was about to panic when her
nipples were stimulated by the suit. She arched he chest outward at
the unexpected sensation, trying to press them harder against the
brushes. Suddenly he was there, grabbing her from the front and
circling his hands around her waist.  He pressed his body tight
against hers and she felt the vibrator in her pussy slowly come to
life. She hardly had time to register what was happening when the
first orgasm took her. 

Sharon slowly and reluctantly woke up. She had no idea how long she
had slept, and what time it was now. Her whole body was aching and she
struggled to get some circulation going. Her nipples and sex were
still pounding with blood and she knew she would be very tender for a
few days to come. Swinging slowly in the cool breeze she thought back
over the experience. The first orgasm had been like a volcano and a
nuclear explosion combined. She had never lost control in such a
complete manner. Her mind had been swept away as her senses took over.
Being bound and unable to see had left her free of any distractions.
She had been caught in a world of sensations completely made of touch.
No other sense could penetrate this world and thus the sensation of
orgasm was made so much stronger. She could still remember his roaming
hands, then gentle, then rough. He had skillfully coached her into
such a state that she was nothing more than a sexual machine longing
for pleasure with every fiber of her being. She knew she would easily
have come without the aid of the nipple brushes or the dildo. She
still marveled at the strange device in her pussy. Usually it was thin
and unobtrusive. Although she could never quite forget of it’s
existence, it was not big enough to demand constant attention or
discomfort. But when he turned it on it slowly grew as if by magic. As
it grew it would twist and turn, stimulating her vaginal walls with
small rubber ribs. It would also start moving in and out, doubling the
pleasure and sensation. Sharon had never experienced anything similar
to the device and she would have loved to know how it worked. Her only
regret was that it did not stimulate her clitoris. In all the time
that she’d been wearing the suit her clit had not once been touched.
After her last experience she shuddered to think what her captor could
do to her if he ever had access to her clit. She realized that she was
working herself into a state again and she concentrated hard not to
think about it, but blind and bound it was impossible to flee her
throbbing body. Despite all her efforts to distract herself she was
soon ready for more and she moaned into the gag. The steady throbbing
in her sex grew faster as her heart rate increased at the arousal.
Soon she was lost in a world of desire that would drive her off her
mind.

The hours dragged by with only her dreams and body for company. The
torture of being left to confront your own body was unbearable and she
knew she would never be the same again. In all that time the only
distraction had been a brief moment she had taken to urinate. As the
warm fluid ran down her leg she snarled in disgust, but there was no
way around it. After she had done she could smell the musky odor of
sex that had been flushed out with the urine. It even made matters
worse. She was assailed from all sides with sensations. The pain and
throbbing where the suit pressed into her fork. The ache of sore
muscles and tendons that had been kept immobile for hours. The burning
thirst in her throat and of course the throbbing of her sex. Sharon
could feel the beginnings of a dark despair that threatened to engulf
her mind. What if he’d left again. What if he’s not coming back? What
if some wild animal finds me here? Surely he has to be here, he has to
unlock the cuffs. 
She suddenly felt something touch her toe. Hoping that he was about to
arouse her again she kept perfectly still. Relief flooded over her
whole being as she realized she was touching the ground. Slowly her
body was being lowered to the ground and soon she could stand with her
feet flat on the ground. The cable was extending slowly and it took a
long time before she could feel the weight on the harness lessen. Her
tortured limbs screamed in pain as she tried to support herself and
her legs gave way under her. After several more eternity’s she was
finally able to sit down on her haunches. But now she faced a new
problem. With the weight removed from the harness the blood was
rushing back to her fork and the pain was excruciating. Sobbing in
relief and pain she waited for the worst to pass before she tried
stand again. Her legs were still to weak to support her and fell down
again. She moved as far as the cable would allow from the puddle of
urine in the sand and lay down. She was still bound and helpless and
could only wait for her tormentor to come and release her. 

She was carefully listening for the sound of his approach when the
cuffs suddenly clicked in unison and released her. Very surprised she
withdrew her hands from the cuffs and rubbed her wrists. Her elbows
and shoulders were aching painfully at the movement and her hands
shook as she slowly removed the gag. It took several minutes of
painful blinking before she could get used to the bright sunlight
streaming through her eyelids. Finally she was used to the light and
she looked at her watch. It was 8 am on Sunday morning, exactly 24
hours since her ordeal had begun. She painfully worked her stiff jaw
as she removed the cuffs around her ankles. Slowly she crawled back to
the shelter of the tree and away from they road. Grabbing a water
bottle she drank hard and deep on the clear fluid. She almost retched
most of it up again because she had drunk to much, but she managed to
keep it down. Ignoring the uncomfortable pressure of the clasp in her
back she leaned against the tree and relaxed for a while.

----------------

All the previous Articles are now available via the ASSM Archive. Look
for them at: http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/

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





_________________________________________________________
DO YOU YAHOO!?
Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com


-- 
+--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+
| story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |