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WARNING -WARNING
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sexually explicit material, Bondage, BDSM and or Sado Masochism are
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THE SUIT

Chapter XIII

As his mouth found her nipple she closed her eyes and arched her back.
“Oh Leonardo, oh, ooooh!” she whispered as he skillfully coaxed her to
new heights. She wriggled and squirmed in the confined space as his
tongue flicked deliciously over her skin. The hot musky odor of their
combined sweat mingled with the scent of lovemaking. Both his hands
groped her breasts as he kissed and licked her under her chin and
behind her ear. His mouth found hers and again they kissed
passionately while his hands teased and coaxed her nipples. She
giggled out the side of her mouth as they both tried to shed their
clothes in the confined space. Feet, hands, elbows and knees were
everywhere, dancing in frantic loops and circles to get rid of the
garments that stood in their way. Finally they lay bare against each
other, their hot skin burning with excitement and desire. 
Again she closed her eyes as they kissed and she could feel his hard
cock rest between her thighs. While they were kissing his hand snuck
down to her sex and his fingers slid into her crack. She gasped as he
coaxed and teased her, his fingers rubbing her clit. 
When he was certain that she was ready he gently slid his member
inside her, filling her completely. She gasped as he slowly started
rocking and his enormous manhood filled every inch of her.
At first they slowly rocked in union but soon he increased the pace.
Her moans mingled with his grunts and they became frantic. Finally the
whole world was shaking and moving as they both came in an gigantic
orgasm.
 
It took several minutes before she realized that the world hadn’t
stopped shaking. Her nails dug into the leather upholstery of the car
as she tried to steady herself. Leonardo’s tense body spoke volumes as
she covered her ears in an attempt to block the torturous screaming of
metal being torn apart. After an eternity things seemed to calm down
and she opened her eyes. Leonardo was frantically wiping the fog off
the windows in an attempt to see outside. She clung to his body, her
eyes wide in fear. “W-What was that?” she asked, his wide eyes scaring
her more than the sound and the shaking. “Shit - I think we hit an
iceberg!” he replied and darted from the car.



Sharon walked down the sidewalk, lost in thought. It was still early
on a Saturday morning and the streets were quiet. She was on her way
to the corner grocer to get some milk and bread. Dressed casually in a
thick brown jersey, cream ski-pants and brown slacks she folded her
arms around her chest to keep her hands warm. 
As she reached an intersection she was suddenly surprised as her left
nipple came to life. The brush over her nipple was slowly stimulating
her, it’s bristles rubbing and teasing her like a lover’s tongue. It
was so unexpected that her legs immediately became weak with shock and
she had to lean against a street lamp. As she hung on to the pole she
tried to look nonchalant as she pressed her right wrist hard against
her breast. She could already feel her body respond, her breathing
coming faster and deeper. 
She could not understand why only her left nipple were being
stimulated but she enjoyed it thoroughly. Hoping that the stimulation
would last long enough she turned around to rush to her home. She was
very surprised when the stimulation suddenly switched to her right
breast. She started walking briskly back to her flat, but after a few
yards the stimulation stopped. She walked on for a while in the hope
that the it would return, but her suit was as quiet as a grave. 
Disappointed and frustrated she turned around to head back to the
shop. Her nipples were both throbbing with desire and she
instinctively rubbed her wrists against the unyielding surface of the
suit. As she reached the intersection the stimulation returned to her
left nipple and again she turned around to flee back to her room.
Again it vanished as soon as she had covered a few yards. This time
she walked all the way back to the entrance of her building in the
hope that the stimulation would return, but it was in vain. 

She stood outside her building for a while, but when nothing happened
she set out for the shops again. As she reached the intersection her
left nipple again started buzzing. She now realized that the
stimulation only happened when she stood at the intersection and she
paused for a while. What was so special about this specific corner?
She stood around, trying to look as casual as one could while having
your nipple played with. She turned to her left and suddenly both her
nipples were being stimulated. Gasping at the wonderful sensation she
realized that she was being directed. Curious to test her theory she
turned around and both nipples went quiet. Turning to her right her
suspicions were confirmed as only her right nipple was being
stimulated. She turned back down the street and again both nipples
were being stimulated.

Sharon had walked two blocks and she was in heaven. Both her nipples
were being steadily and relentlessly rubbed and she was so high she
could come at any moment. She longed for the dildo to join in the fun,
but she had to be content with only her nipples working. As was now
the norm she’d become intensely aware of the suit. Normally she could
go around and not even think about it, just like she would any other
piece of clothing. But in situations like these she grew aware of
every inch of it’s confining surface. She could feel the hard dome
between her legs as her inner thighs rubbed over the smooth polished
surface. She could feel the tight restriction around her waist, the
pressure of her ribs pressing into the stiff gauze. She could feel the
strip over her spine, gently resisting her body’s motion as she
walked. She could feel the hard cups of the bra, cupping her breasts
like the firm hands of a lover. She rolled her head and her neck
rubbed against the tight collar circling it. She rolled and swayed her
hips and her sex responded as the faintest tremors of movement were
passed on to the dildo.
Soon she realized that although pleasant she was not going to be able
to come while walking. She spotted a bench and sat down, only to find
that the stimulation immediately stopped. 
As soon as she rose it returned and she continued on her way. She was
floating along on a plateau of pleasure, her breasts sending a steady
flow of stimulation down her body. She had to physically clinch her
hands under her arms to prevent them from roaming. 
Suddenly the left nipple went quiet and she awoke from the erotic daze
she’d been in. She looked around and realized that she was now
standing halfway down a city block. Wondering what was going on she
turned right towards the street. The left nipple started up again, but
now both of them were buzzing very slowly, just enough to keep her
interested. She walked forward, but as soon as she started crossing
the road the stimulation disappeared. Turning around she walked back
to the sidewalk and looked around. Only then did she notice the bus
stop. 
Realizing what it meant she waited impatiently for the bus to arrive
while the suit slowly drove her to pieces. She’d hoped that the chance
to rest would allow her to come, but the slow pace of the brushes made
sure she was only simmering, not boiling. 

After about fifteen minutes a bus arrived and she tried to board but
as soon as she climbed onto the bus the stimulation stopped. What in
heavens name was going on? She ignored the bus drivers exasperated
look as she got off and as soon as she got off the sensation returned.
She was confused and frustrated and for a few minutes she stood around
looking impatient. When nothing happened she sat down again, wishing
with all her being that the stimulation would increase it slow pace.
After a few more minutes another bus arrived and this time the
stimulation increased before it had even stopped. Her legs weak with
desire she got eagerly on the bus and paid her fare. She walked to the
back of the deserted bus and sat down. The stimulation had returned in
full force and as she was seated she could sit back, close her eyes
and give her nipples the serious attention they deserved. It was
amazing how she could spend so long on the brink of orgasm, the final
climax just beyond her grasp. Looking to see if anyone was watching
she slid her hands underneath the jersey and stroked her body. The
smooth sensation of her hands sliding over hard metal brought her back
to reality. 
She was obviously being guided, but where and why? With a start she
realized that he’d had to have been watching her in order to guide her
along. Frantically she searched outside the bus for any sign of him,
but nobody seemed to be following the bus. The city was coming alive
and there was already too many cars around for her to be able to spot
any single suspect. Realizing that the effort was futile she gave it
up and concentrated on her predicament. 

He was playing with her like a small boy playing with a remote
controlled car. With the simple press of a button he could make her
turn left or right, stop or go. He had in effect his very own walking
breathing robot that would do whatever he wanted. Sharon had to admit
that for the first time she was participating willingly, nobody had
forced her to follow the directions. Was she becoming so addicted to
sex that she would do anything to be stimulated? Had she sold her soul
to the devil? She wanted to tell herself no, but she could not bear
the thought of getting up and leaving the bus. She knew the moment she
got off the stimulation would stop. 
While she’d been speculating the brushes had continued their devilish
stimulation and suddenly she knew she was going to come. She clenched
her jaw and pushed her legs out as it hit and waves of pleasure rolled
over her body. She could not stop a little growl from escaping and she
blushed a deep red as the bus driver looked at her in his mirror. Her
sex was vigorously pumping the silent dildo and she wished she could
lay down to enjoy the sensation. She still had her hands under her
arms and it took an enormous effort not to let them wander. Slowly the
orgasm abated and she could relax her whole body. She sighed a deep,
satisfied sigh and melted into the seat, all the while grinning like a
Cheshire cat. 
After a few seconds she noticed that the stimulation had not stopped
and she groaned as she realized it could go on for the whole day. The
weeks of continuous stimulation was still fresh in her memory and she
was loathe to go through that again. With her need satisfied she
played with the idea of getting off the bus but soon her body
convinced her that it was ready for more.

Sharon sat staring out of the window, her jaw clenched so tight the
muscles were starting to ache. Her whole body was shivering and her
brow was covered with sweat. In the three quarters of an hour that
she’d spent on the bus she’d come twice and was well on her way to her
third. She longed to get off the bus but every time she rose to get
off she’d receive a sharp shock in her abdomen. Clearly only the
beginning of her adventure had been voluntary, from now on there would
be no turning back. She groaned as her tortured nipples send
shockwaves through her body. How the hell did he know when she tried
to get off the bus? She had the bus all to herself and yet every time
she rose she’d be shocked. Could it be the bus driver? She immediately
dismissed the idea, he was a elderly man with a bored look on his
face. Clearly his joy came from his grand-children, not his sex-life. 
All of a sudden the tempo on her nipples changed. For two seconds one
nipple would be stimulated, then two seconds of silence, then two
seconds on the other side and so on. Clearly she was being signaled
and for a moment she was confused as to the meaning. They were heading
into town and she realized this meant she had to get off. She rose and
this time she didn’t get a shock.

Sharon stood looking as the bus pulled away and she shivered in the
cold. She’d been dropped off near the docks and this was a bad part of
town. Already she’d drawn the attention of some scaly looking
characters across the road. They were probably pimps or drug dealers
and she blushed as they laughed and pointed to her. Suddenly she was
not so happy to be wearing tight ski-pants or that the suit made her
breasts large enough to be appreciated even under a baggy jersey. Her
right nipple came alive and she turned to walk down the street. By the
time she’d walked half a block she was all worked up again and her
audience was forgotten.


She leaned against a pole and almost cried in humiliation and anger.
She’d been walking now for almost two hours and her feet was killing
her. A shock warned her that resting wasn’t allowed and she continued
on her way. Every time she tried to rest she’d be shocked and she’d
have to continue. If there had been a purpose to her trek she could’ve
understood but she’d been zigzagging around the city like a drunk
aimlessly wandering around. He was playing with her, sending up and
down the streets of the city in a endless wander. It was extremely
humiliating and frustrating to feel like somebody’s toy. The feeling
of impotence as she wandered without a clue as to where she was going
really stuck in her throat. She had no choice but to obey and could do
nothing to resist. Besides, her body had turned traitor. 
She was on a raw edge of desire but her wanderings never ceased and
she wasn’t allowed to come. Her sex was swollen and ready, her juices
making the dildo slick as she rolled her hips in an attempt to get
some friction going. Every part of her throbbed with the potent mix of
exhaustion and arousal. She had nothing to occupy her mind and images
of him standing around the corner, the remote control in his hand,
kept flashing through her mind. 

She’d wandered out of the bad part of town into the heart of the city.
Twice she’d passed her office building as he led her on her drunken
journey. All of a sudden, as quickly as it had arrived, the
stimulation stopped. For several seconds she stood around, looking
lost and confused. She let out a grateful sigh and sat down on a
nearby bench. Her feet and legs were throbbing with the abuse and she
leaned back to rest. After a few minutes the throbbing in her feet
gave way to a different kind of throbbing. She groaned a frustrated
groan as she realized what was in store. Her body’s needs had not been
met and for the rest of the day it was going to keep on nagging her
about it. 
She looked around carefully to see if she’d missed anything but there
was no sign of what she was to do next. She felt very confused. Her
mind was ranting and raving about the humiliation of being led about
like some dog on a leash, but another, stranger part of her was
disappointed that the game was over. She sighed, she knew herself well
enough by now to know which one of the voices would come to her in the
dark hours of the night when she lay bound in her bed. She stood up
and hailed a taxi, she might as well go home.

Sharon entered her apartment and cursed as she realized she’d
forgotten to do her shopping. She felt to tired to venture out again
and she tossed the keys onto the kitchen counter. By now it was second
nature to undress as soon as she entered the apartment and by the time
she’d reached the bedroom the jersey was already off and she was
reaching for the strap of her shoes. She froze in mid pose, her mouth
hanging open in surprise. A large white box was sitting on her bed,
neatly bound with a broad red ribbon. She forgot the shoe and looked
carefully around the empty apartment but she was alone. She slowly
walked to the box, looking at it as if it would jump up and bite her.
She gingerly sat down next to the box and pulled the bow open. Holding
her breath she lifted the lid off and stared inside.
It contained a dark red dress and with a start she realized it was the
same dress that she and Anette had been admiring in the boutique.
Amazed she lifted it out of the box and measured it over her body. It
was the right size and she quickly stepped up to the mirror to look at
herself. The dress was even more attractive than what she’d remembered
and suddenly she was eager to feel it on her body. She quickly got rid
of the shoes and ski pant and was about to put the dress on when she
realized how dirty she was. A couple of hours of walking had not been
kind and she could feel her arms and thighs slide over the suit at
those parts where it touched. It would be unthinkable to ruin the
dress with her sweat and dirt and she quickly jumped into the shower.

Sharon stood next to the bed, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. While
showering she’d had time to think about the implications of the
unexpected delivery and she came to a very disturbing conclusion - her
fate had been affected by more than one person. Clearly the same man
could not have followed her about town and break into the house at the
same time. That meant two or more people had been involved all along.
The thought made her very nervous and for the first time in several
months she again felt truly threatened. To be owned by one person was
personal and intimate, to have more people involved made her truly a
toy. She sat down on the bed and quietly sobbed, the tears coming
freely as she envisioned a group of men laughing and haggling over her
fate.

After a while the tears dried and as has happened so many times before
she could only sigh in surrender. If there had been anything she
could’ve done she would have done it ages ago. Her inability to resist
didn’t make her burden any easier, it just meant that she had no
choice. Again she sighed and decided it was time to try out her
present. It no longer had the allure that it had previously but she
was still curious.
She lifted it and for the first time looked at it’s back. During her
shower it had occurred to her that she might never be able to wear the
garment, after all it’s open back was hardly suitable to be worn in
public. She was therefore very relieved to see that it had been
slightly modified.
The key-hole back had been covered with two layers of fabric. The
outer layer was a gauzy fabric with the same color as the body of the
dress. Underneath it was another fabric that had the color of flesh. A
small black zipper ran up the spine and under the velvety collar. A
few of the familiar plastic strips had been sewn in as well and she
could confidently wear the dress in public without fear of being found
out.
She un-zipped the dress and stepped inside. As she pulled it up over
her body she could not help but notice that the day’s adventure still
had a lingering affect on her body and she was intensely aware of the
soft fabric riding up over her skin. She squeezed her arms down the
narrow sleeves and her middle fingers into the little loops provided.
The bodice was tight and showed every curve of her body, had it not
been for the velvet it would have looked as if she wasn’t wearing a
bra. She pulled her usual stunt with the coat hanger on the zipper and
closed the collar around her neck, tucking the plastic wings into
place. Finally she stepped up to the mirror and looked herself over.
The effect was a little spoilt by the towel around her head but there
was no doubt that she looked spectacular. She twirled and the light
danced over the velvet as she moved. She rubbed her hands down her
sides and was rewarded with the wonderful sensation of her hand
sliding over the smooth, soft velvet. The chiffon twirled and billowed
around her as she moved and she loved the feel of it rubbing against
her skin. 
For several minutes she oohed and aahed over the image shining back
from the mirror but soon the novelty wore off. She returned to the bed
and sat down, her hands playing with the hem of the dress. Last night
she would have jumped at the chance to take her new dress out for a
spin - her time spent on the beach and in the bondage club had given
her back her confidence. But today had brought new insights and
worries. What did the gift mean? What new tasks was she going to have
to perform? Where was all of this leading? She looked down at the
ribbon that lay discarded on the floor. One thing was for certain -
she would find out soon enough.


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(like most authors I feel like a parent releasing his baby to the
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