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WARNING -WARNING
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THE SUIT

 Chapter XVIII


She stood on the crest of the dune and looked down at the rolling
waves. The warm sun shined down on her face and a slight breeze toyed
with her sun dress. She walked down to the waters edge, enjoying the
carefree freedom of simply being at the beach. The cool sand at the
waters edge was lovely to walk on and she started wandering down the
beach.  She was all alone and she preferred it that way. No crowds, no
noisy kids. A whole stretch of white beach all to herself. The bay
ended in a rocky point sticking out to sea and she decided to walk
towards it.
As she approached the rocks her nose started twitching - something
smelled delicious. She scampered up the rocks and looked over to the
other side. The large boulders formed a small, private enclosure that
was a perfect shelter against the breeze. A small fire was merrily
burning in the enclosure and a skewered fish was propped up between
two stakes. Her mouth watered at the delicious sight of the brown fish
and she carefully approached. She noticed a pair of large brown feet
sticking out from behind a boulder and she froze. The owner of the
feet was quietly rumbling away and she smiled as she realized he was
fast asleep. She climbed down and rescued the fish from burning.
Suddenly the snoring stopped and the two feet disappeared. A moment
later a large mop of sun bleached hair came walking round it, shortly
followed by a body. The man was young, barely out his teens. His young
body was firm and strong, the skin tanned to a golden bronze colour.
He was rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and he almost bumped into
Sharon before he noticed her. He stumbled back and his mouth fell open
in surprise.
“I’m sorry - I didn’t mean to scare you - your fish was burning so I
took it off.”
“Who are you?” he asked.
She stuck her hand out and discovered it still contained the fish. 
“Oh - uhm - here. I guess this is yours.” She said as she handed the
fish over sheepishly. “My name’s Sharon.” He had the most beautiful
eyes, as deep and as blue as the ocean itself.
He put the fish down and cleaned his hands on the seat of his pants.
They shook hands and she couldn’t help but notice the muscles in his
chest and shoulders ripple as he shook her hand. She sat down with her
back against one of the boulders and watched him as he moved around
the small enclosure.
“What are you doing here? This beach is supposed to be private
property.” she asked. He sat down next to her and handed her a tin
plate.
“I’m up from Brisbane on holiday. I backpack my way around the place,
hitch-hiking and walking from one place to the next. I hadn’t realized
I was on private property, Down-Under all the beaches are public
property up to the high-water mark.” 
She just nodded and smiled as he loaded her plate with half of the
fish. He continued his story as they ate. His name was Bane and he was
a professional windsurfer, apparently quite famous in his own country.
He made enough money to spend the off-season wandering the world. He’d
been almost everywhere, Europe, Africa, the Far East. She was
fascinated by his tales of adventure and absolutely hypnotized by his
warm body right next to hers. 
They finished eating and she started looking for a rag or something to
wipe the sticky hot oil from her hands and chin. Seeing her problem
Bane leaned over and took her hand in his. A slight smile played
around his mouth as he gently placed each finger in his mouth, licking
it clean. She smiled and moved closer so that he could reach the other
hand as well. The next moment his mouth met hers and they kissed long
and hard. He placed his oily hand on her thigh and slowly started
rubbing up and down her leg. She giggled into his mouth and as they
stopped kissing she seized her chance to jump up and race down to the
water. She dove into the cool ocean with dress and all with him
following a second later. They giggled and splashed around for a while
while they played a game of tag in the rolling waves. She soon grew
tired and he caught her, wrapping her up in his strong arms. Again
they kissed and she gasped as he picked her up in his powerful arms.
He carried her back to the fire and lay her down on the sand. While
they kissed his hands found the hem of her dress and he pulled the wet
fabric up over her head. She was wearing the skimpiest of string
bikini’s and she blushed deeply as he leaned back to admire her body.
Except for three very small pieces of fabric he had free reign over
her body and soon his hands were exploring every inch of her burning
skin. His hands were expert in their task and they drove her wild
wherever they wandered. She gasped and arched her back as his hands
continued their journey and she moved her palms over the hard bumps
and ridges of his chest. Again they embraced and kissed, stretching
the moment out as long as they could. Suddenly a powerful, urgent need
overcame her and she moaned as she pressed her pelvis hard into his.
His rock-hard member strained against the fabric of his pants and she
reached down to remove the interfering garment. She was so overcome
with lust she hardly noticed him undoing the bikini’s two knots and it
was only when his hands teased her naked nipples that she realized
what he’d done. She soon had him naked as well and he rolled over into
her open, waiting thighs.


Sharon woke up late and for a few seconds she was confused by the
unfamiliar surroundings. She stood up and stretched luxuriously - it
was the first time in ages she’d not been forced to sleep in bondage.
Walking over to the phone she dialed room service and ordered a large
breakfast - after all, he was paying. 
She took a quick shower and got dressed in a casual T-shirt and Jeans.
Walking back to the bed she sat down and re-read the instructions that
had been left for her at the airport.

	Dear Sharon
	Welcome to New Orleans. 
	A room has been booked at the Holiday-Inn under the name 
	Sharon Suiter. Feel free to order anything you need - all expenses
	will be taken care off. Feel free to explore the city and join in the 
	festivities.
	Further instructions will be forthcoming in due time.

Her eyes were drawn to the ‘Dear Sharon’ bit. This letter was so
different from the others she’d been getting. It was almost friendly -
like a old friend writing to her. She couldn’t help the nervous
excitement building in her stomach as her mind toyed with the
implications. Did this mean anything? Was he indeed becoming
friendlier? What did it signal? Was things at last coming to a point?
And what about the further instructions? What was in store for her? 
A polite knock on the door signaled the arrival of her breakfast and
she put the letter aside.

The city was preparing for the Mardi Gras and she was assaulted by a
heady mix of colours, sounds and smells. The streets was packed and
she was jostled and bumped as the crowds surged past her. The festive
spirit of the crowd was infectious and she was thoroughly enjoying
herself. She wandered aimlessly through the city streets while she
sampled the different culinary delights of the street vendors. It was
amazing how being on holiday lifted her spirit. She wandered along
without a care in the world. 
She spotted a small alley and, feeling the need for a cigarette,
headed for it. She entered the alley and stood in the mouth while she
lighted up. The crowds came surging past and she enjoyed watching
them, she even allowed her eyes to wander to a few attractive butts.
It was amazing how many men in this city wore tight jeans. Before long
her imagination was running away with her and she stood mesmerized,
visions of rippling muscles and broad chest floating through her mind.
For once she gave her imagination free reign - after all, this was her
holiday. It was only the sharp sting of the cigarette burning between
her fingers that finally managed to bring her back to reality.
She dropped the cigarette and leaned against a rough wall. Her breasts
were aching furiously and she knew that walking would only make it
worse. She could already feel the familiar feeling of her slick walls
pushing in on the dildo. Despite her best efforts to control herself
she felt her sex do a few quick spasmic contractions on the hard
object. She sighed deeply and searched for something to distract her
mind.
A brief noise behind her frightened her and she swung around in
surprise. It was only a feral cat, rubbing itself against the side of
a dumpster. She relaxed and looked up into the alley. It was the
standard inner city version. A tangled mess of lines, laundry, windows
and a fire escape. She was about to head back to the street when a
small sign drew her notice. It was a old, faded paper flier stuck to
the wall on a wooden board. It proclaimed the existence of “Madam
Oyliougn’s Parlor of Secret Sight : palms read, future’s told and
secrets revealed.” A arrow underneath pointed the way down the alley
and around the bend. Shrugging a ‘what the hell’ shrug she set off
down the alley.

Sharon stood in front of the plain wooden door and looked at the bell.
She was definitely at the right place, but she’d expected more voodoo,
more ... stuff. A bare wooden door, a cracked wooden plaque and a
ancient bell was not quite what she’d expected. Obviously Madam
Oyliougn (how the hell did you pronounce that anyway?) wasn’t the most
successful of palm readers in the city. She was about to turn back
when the door slowly opened with a loud creak. A ancient woman, so
bent that she could almost rest her chin on her cane, stood in the
doorway. Without a word she turned around and disappeared into the dim
shadows of the room. For a second Sharon stood undecided outside the
door.
“Entrée Madam sivouplez.” creaked a ancient voice from the inside. She
took a deep sigh and entered.

The inside of the shop was the exact opposite of the outside. Every
nook and cranny was filled with bottles, candles, ornaments and
powders. Sharon almost gagged as the strong smell of incense and spice
assaulted her nose. The old woman was laboriously seating herself
behind a small round table in the middle of the small room. She walked
over and seated herself across from the woman. It was impossible to
judge how old she was, eighty at the very least. Sharon couldn’t
prevent a sharp intake of breath as the woman looked up at her. Her
pupils were covered with thick, milky cataracts, making her as blind
as a bat. She rambled away in french and Sharon had to touch her hand
to draw her attention.
“English? Can you please speak English?” she said.
“Oui” said the old lady, nodding her head. 
The old woman continued in broken english
“Palm mademoiselle? palm sivouplez.” she stuck out her hand, waiting
for Sharon to give her her hand. Reluctantly Sharon reached out and
placed her hand in the old woman’s hand. How was she going to read her
palm if she couldn’t see?
The old woman rubbed and stroked Sharon’s hand as if it needed
cleaning. She used a fingernail to trace the lines along her palm. The
whole time she was doing this the old woman kept up a flowing
monologue in french. Suddenly the french switched over to english.
“What we want is what we fear. The good is the bad is the good. The
road is straight with many turns.”
What the hell?
“What we fear is what we want. The body is the soul and the mind is
the body, just as the soul is the mind.”
Uhmmm....
“We search love, we search sorrow. For some the search is the love.”
For a few seconds she paused and then she looked down at Sharon’s waist.
“Him that has the key is him that has the heart. Him that has the
heart must find the key.”
Again she paused. She looked up at Sharon’s face and in a clear, quiet
voice she spoke.
“He’s here. Like the eagle in the clouds he watches you. He is on you,
with you, but not by you. The time is near, prepare yourself. The time
is right but not the place.”
Sharon blinked a few times. A quiet silence passed between them.
Suddenly the woman let go and she dove back into her french monologue.
Sharon tried to speak to her, to question her, but the old woman had
drawn back into her shell. Sharon could get no reaction out of her, it
was as if she wasn’t even in the same room. She finally gave up and
rose from the table. Dropping a ten dollar bill on the table she let
herself out.

Sharon sat on the bed with a package on her lap. It had been waiting
for her at reception on her return. She’d spent the whole day
wandering the streets, but after her run-in with the palm reader she
couldn’t quite capture the same care-free spirit she had that morning.
The woman’s garbled and senseless words had kept on returning to her.
Finally, realizing that the day was ruined she’d decided to return to
her hotel.
It was time to open the package and see what he had in mind for her.
With shaking hands she nervously opened the package. It contained a
large white box and with a letter taped onto it. Removing the letter
she opened it and read the instructions.

	Dear Sharon

	Inside the box you’ll find a costume for 
	you to wear to the carnival. You are to 
	mingle freely with the crowd and take part 
	in the festivities. Do not try to hide or be 
	unobtrusive. I want you right in the middle 
	of the festivities. You are only to wear 
	what’s in the box, no other garments 
	(including jewelry) may be worn. You are 
	to be out and about no later than 8pm.

	PS: Once you have put the costume on you 
	won’t be able to remove it for eight hours. 
	Do not return to the hotel until the eight 
	hours has expired.

Putting the letter down Sharon stared at the box for a moment. Taking
a deep sigh she stood up and placed it on the corner of the bed. She
opened it up and looked inside. A confusing mixture of colours,
straps, glitter and metal filled her sight. 
Taking out the top garment she saw that it was a small face mask. It
would only cover her eyes, leaving most of the face visible. At the
front was a small silver broach covered with cut glass diamonds that
would fit snugly over the bridge of her nose. The mask was made from
soft satin on the inside, but the outside was covered with small shiny
blue feathers, neatly overlapping each other like the wings of a bird.
Several long blue feathers fanned vertically from the broach, forming
a small peacock’s tail that would stick up in front of her brow.
Laying the mask on the bed she next removed a pair of gloves. They
were made from the same satin as the mask and were also covered in
small blue feathers. Once worn they would cover her hands and wrists
almost all the way up to her elbows.
Next she removed a pair of pumps. They were at least 6 inches high and
coloured the same as the feathers. A pair of shiny dark-blue stockings
had been put inside each one.  
Next came a large jumble of feathers and straps. At first she couldn’t
understand how it worked, but turning it over she discovered two cups
that would fit over her breasts. The garment was worn over the chest
and shoulders, covering her breasts and neck. It was basically a large
feather fan attached to a bra and choker. The choker and bra was also
covered in the same little feathers as the gloves and mask, but it was
stiff and hard. It was obviously not made of satin. The fan was made
of large feathers, coloured to create a shimmering rainbow of colours.
A very big silver broach with the same cut-glass diamonds anchored
everything at the back.
The last garment was a stiff panty with a long tail of feathers. As
with the other garments the panty was covered in the same little
feathers. The tail was made of long synthetic feathers that first rose
and then gracefully fell down to the floor. It looked like a horse’s
tail, only more colourful. Feeling the feathers she was grateful to
discover that they were made from shiny fabric that could be crushed
and bent without being damaged. She was about to put the garment down
when she discovered something that made her blush a deep crimson red.
On the inside of the panty was a thin dildo, split in two. She tried
twisting the dildo off but it was firmly stuck in place. The only way
she could wear the garment was if she inserted the dildo into her
anus. The split in the dildo would accommodate the thin metal wire of
the suit she was wearing. She also discovered that the panty had a
very thin sanitary pad glued in to the front. He’d evidently
anticipated the fact that she might be having her period while wearing
the garment. Luckily her period was still more than a week away. As
with the fan and bra a large silver broach kept the whole thing
together.

Sharon got out of the shower and started the routine of drying herself
and the suit. She had made sure she had completely emptied her bowels
before taking the shower. For some reason she felt awkward walking
around the room in her suit. Maybe it was because of her new
surroundings or maybe because she was so nervous - she wasn’t sure.
She was finally dry and turned her attention to her hair. She dried
them as well and then sat down in front of the mirror. how would she
go about this? Maybe a braid? Since no instructions had been given she
could decide for herself how she wanted to look.
In the end she decided to wear light, natural looking makeup with a
french braid. Finally she darkened the area around her eyes so that it
would look natural while wearing the mask. She turned around and
looked at the bed.
She decided to start with the brassiere. She had discovered that the
whole structure split open at the broach. She struggled to pull it
open and get her arms in at the same time. She finally managed to push
the two sections apart by making a wedge with her arms and pushing
down onto the bed. She wriggled and squirmed her arms into the breach
until the structure popped over her shoulders and chest. Twisting and
adjusting she made sure her breasts fit snugly inside the chest cavity
before reaching behind her and pressing the two sections together. The
clasp closed with a final little click. As she’d suspected the garment
fit perfectly.
Next she picked up the panty. She was filled with disgust and
revulsion at the sight of the anal dildo and for a while she
considered the possibility of ignoring his instructions. The memory of
her last bout of punishment came flooding back and she realized she
had no choice in the matter. 
She had no jelly to cover the dildo with and she panicked as she
realized she’d have to force it in dry. In the end, after circling the
room several times in frustration she settled on using skin
moisturizer on the dildo, it was better than nothing and she was sure
it wouldn’t cause burning. 
The panty also split open at the broach and she stepped into it.
Bending down she almost lost her balance as the large fan on her back
bent down with her. Keeping the panty open she pulled it up until she
could feel the dildo tickle her anus. While holding on to the panty
with her left hand she used her right hand to adjust the dildo so that
the wire was seated between the two lobes. She tried to pull the dildo
into her but her anus instantly contracted and try as she might she
could not get it to penetrate. The more she tried to relax the more
her anus clenched itself. It was the first time she’d ever had her
anus penetrated and she had not realized how difficult it would be.
In desperation she decided to lower herself onto a stool in front of
the mirror. She slowly and awkwardly waddled over to the stool and
turned around. She had to keep hold of the panty while she tried to
lower herself down. Fearful of losing her balance she slowly lowered
herself onto the stool. She gasped as the dildo pushed into her body,
forcing itself deeper and deeper. Finally it was all the way in and
she noticed that the stem of the dildo was a lot thinner than the
dildo itself, allowing her anus to clench the foreign object within
herself. Standing up she tried to get used to the strange sensation
but it was useless. She tried a few steps and could feel the thing
move inside her as her muscles moved. Assured that everything was in
place she closed the clasp, but it would not lock. 
At first she thought that she was not pushing hard enough, but it soon
became clear that something was wrong. Still holding on to the garment
she re-read the letter but there was no indication of what was wrong. 
Finally she noticed the two stockings in the shoes. Unrolling one of
the stocking she saw that the top lip had several small holes in them.
She’d noticed some small knobs on the inside of the panty and she now
realized that the stockings were supposed to be attached to them.
Realizing that she would have to take the panty off to get to the
knobs she cried in frustration and anger. After calming down she
pushed the panty down and the dildo came out with a unpleasant sucking
sound. Looking down she groaned as she saw the brown stain on the
dildo. 

Fifteen minutes later she was ready to try again. She had washed the
dildo and herself thoroughly and had attached the stockings. The small
knobs she had seen turned out to be the heads of little pins, almost
like tacks, over which she could attach the lips of the stockings.
Once again she moisturized the dildo and stepped into the panty. This
time she only pulled it up to around her knees and then she sat down.
The feathery tail was everywhere and as she rolled the stockings onto
her feet she had so keep pushing the feathers out of the way. While
attaching the stockings she had discovered that they were actually
quite stiff and hard. Obviously they were made for heavy-duty use and
would not break or ladder easily. 
Another thing that she had discovered was that they were quite short.
It took quite an effort to pull them all the way up her thighs. It was
very tricky to keep pulling at the stockings while trying to guide the
dildo into place. She soon realized that using the chair trick would
not work because she had to try and keep her balance while pulling on
the panty. Finally she decided to try a different approach. 
She lay down on her stomach on the bed with her legs hanging over the
side. Pulling the panty up until she could feel the dildo she rolled
over onto her side, careful to keep her legs straight. She slowly and
carefully rolled onto her back while trying not to crush the fan with
her weight. Using her elbows to support her weight she pulled and
wriggled inside the panty until she could feel the dildo begin to
penetrate. Once she was sure the dildo was in the right place she
slowly sat upright, putting more and more pressure on her anus. The
dildo slowly slid into place. Once she was seated properly she could
once again feel her anus clinch the narrow neck of the dildo.
Wriggling and squirming until she was sure everything was in place she
once again pushed onto the broach and this time it closed with a final
little click.

Sharon stood in front of the mirror while she pulled the gloves over
her wrists. She had to admit that she looked spectacular in the new
outfit. The outfit masked the true purpose of her suit perfectly.
Although the silver gauze that made up most of the suit was clearly
visible it looked part of her new outfit and seemed natural. As
promised she had been unable to un-do any of the broaches, they were
solidly shut. 
Her ensemble began with the small mask covering her face. The small
shiny feathers made her look exotic and birdlike. The small cluster of
feathers stuck out from her brow like the head-gear of an indian
chief, the long thin feathers slightly bent to the back over her head. 
Her head and shoulders were framed by the large colourful fan attached
to her back. The choker was next and it blended beautifully with the
lines of the mask, accentuating the illusion that she was a
bird-woman. Together with the long gloves and tail feathers there
could be no doubt as to the theme of her outfit. The cups of the bra
covered her breasts like two adoring hands over her chest. Whenever
she moved the light would play over the shiny little feathers and
create a dance of deep blue shades on her chest. Although the panty
and bra were separate units the suit underneath created the impression
that it was all one garment. 
The panty was exotic and sensual, soft, shiny feathers fanned out from
between her legs up over her pelvis and around her hips. The rather
skimpy garment was given body by the large and fluffy tail sticking
out behind her. It started with a impetuous little rise on her
tailbone before it bent down and flowed in ribbon of colour down to
her ankles. Because the stockings were attached to the inside of the
panty they looked like part of the garment. Sharon could not help but
notice how tight they were, squeezing and forming her legs as they
hugged her thighs. They were especially tight over her hips and rump
and she was delighted to see that they caused her buns to look tight
and fit. They were also dark blue and shiny, each with a black line
running up the back of her legs. The pumps were covered with even
smaller darker little feathers rounding of the theme of the ensemble.

Sharon had another 20 minutes to go before she had to leave the hotel.
She decided to walk around a bit and get used to the ensemble.
Although tight and uncomfortable the shoes did not nearly demand as
much attention as the shaft in her anus. Try as she might she could
not get used to the tight intrusive feeling up her rear. As she walked
she realized that she was waddling like a duck and she concentrated on
walking decently. After a few rounds she finally managed to get the
look right and she decided to take a rest. Before she could think she
had plonked herself down on the bed. A small gasp escaped her lips as
the dildo was pressed even deeper into her rear. Jumping up she
instinctively tried to make a grab for the rod, only to be stopped by
a large and bushy tail. Sighing in frustration she decided that she
had to get it over and done with. Doing some final touch-ups to her
makeup she grabbed her keys and left the room.

Sharon walked into the hallway and immediately wished she could flee
back into the room. There were a lot of patrons about and she had
immediately drawn everybody’s attention. Feeling completely naked and
vulnerable she blushed deeply and averted her eyes. She wasn’t the
only one wearing a costume but hers was by far the most exotic.
Pulling the door closed behind her she stared at the floor while she
walked down to the elevator. She could feel the stares of the people
around her as they quietly whispered to each other. She had taken
almost two dozen steps before she realized that she was waddling again. 
Concentrating on walking properly she looked up and saw that she had
reached the lift. Wishing she could melt into the stone she pressed
the button and stood with her back to the passageway. She could hear
people approaching behind her but she refused to turn around. After
what felt like ages the elevator arrived and she stepped in. 
The elevator was almost full when she got in and she was forced to
stand tight against the other people as they went down to the ground
floor. An unnatural silence immediately descended over the passengers
when she got in. She had never before felt so humiliated and
vulnerable as in that lift and she burst out the doors the moment they
opened. She felt as if she was suffocating as she almost ran through
the lobby and onto the street. Here she felt better as she mingled
with the large, happy, and above all - exotic crowd.

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