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THE SUIT

 Chapter XXVII

There was a whole bunch of wires that connected the plate to the main
part of the suit. David had to carefully disconnect each wire before
he could put the plate to one side. In the meantime Sharon inspected
her breasts. They were very pale and she could see the faint blue
lines of the veins ran just below the skin. The air in the large
cavern wasn’t particularly cold but she swore she could feel a cold
breeze flowing over her breasts, making her nipples stand erect.
David lifted the plate away and set it on the table, his eyes never
leaving her aroused nipples. Teasing her he bent down and blew his hot
breath over her nipples. Sharon groaned loudly through the gag and
arched her back as fireworks exploded in her chest. David slowly
licked her left nipple with his tongue and she almost fainted, his
tongue felt like red-hot sandpaper. He took her nipple into his mouth,
sucking and licking her aching, hard flesh. Within seconds she was
rushing towards an orgasm as her mind was overpowered by sensual
stimulation. Just before she reached her climax David placed his other
hand over her right breasts and started teasing her. It was as if her
whole body was two large nipples, every inch of it covered by aching,
quivering skin. The mother of all orgasms took hold of her body and
every muscle in her body tensed as the one spasm after the other
flowed through her. Sharon lost all sense of time and place, her
conscious mind blown away by the primal animal that had been longing
for this moment. She rode the wave like a leaf caught up in a typhoon,
her body wriggling and twisting as the sensation flowed over her.

Sharon’s mind slowly drifted back to her body as a feather would
gently return to the earth. 
How much time had passed? Had she lost consciousness? Was that one big
orgasm or had she come several times in a row? Her eyes fluttered open
and she lay staring up at the canopy of the bed. David was sitting at
her side, a faint smile playing over his lips. Her whole body was on
fire, her skin drenched with sweat. She could feel her hair plastered
to her scalp, the droplets rolling down her breasts.
“That was quite a display,” said David. “I thought you were going to
break my bed.”
She just dropped her head back down to the pillow and rolled her eyes.
David turned his attention to her crotch and slowly began removing the
dome over her sex. Once again she groaned and her muscles gripped the
thin dildo as it started moving.
“Hey, relax. I can’t get this out if you don’t let go.” Said David
with a smile.
She tried her best to relax but every time the dildo moved her muscles
would spontaneously grab it in a vice-like grip.
Rather than trying to rip the object from her body David changed his
tactic. He started pushing and pulling the dildo in and out of her
body. Sharon’s body began copying the slow rhythmic movements, her
hips thrusting and swaying with the same smooth rhythm. The sensation
of the ribbed dildo rubbing against her walls was delicious and within
moments she was on her way to another orgasm. 
Suddenly, with one fluid motion, David pulled the Dildo and it’s
covering plate out of her. Sharon released a low growl as the dildo
left her empty and aching for more. She raised her hips in an attempt
to make contact but David held it out of the way and she was left
panting.

The dome also had several wires attached and David started removing
it. Sharon craned her neck to try and see but the position was awkward
and she couldn’t make out what was happening. She did however notice
that there were two pipes running into her body and she shivered at
the thought of what they might be for. She’d thought she’d be used to
not being master of her own body but the sight of the pipes and wires
made her feel even more vulnerable. Even the most intimate parts of
her anatomy belonged to him, his wires and pipes invading her flesh as
if they had every right to be there. 
David fiddled with one of the pipes and she felt it wiggle inside her,
so deep she feared the tip might be all the way up to her navel. It
was a weird and uncomfortable sensation as he slowly pulled the pipe
out, it’s long black body coming and coming and coming out of her.
Finally the tip emerged and David turned to the other. The pipe was
her catheter and she had expected him to remove it as well but instead
he started twisting the pipe. It was then that she discovered that the
catheter was made up of two sections, one coming from her bladder to
just before her urinary opening. The pipe terminated in a small plug
that was just a bit bigger than her body’s natural canal and it was
therefore held in place by the tension. The second pipe wound into the
plug from the other side, making it one long pipe that ran out of her
body and onto the dome. David had no intention of removing the
catheter, he just removed the second segment so that there wouldn’t be
any loose pipes in her vagina.

David placed the wet, slick dome to one side and gave Sharon another
of his mischievous smiles.
“I’m surprised it’s not rusted away on the inside.” He said, nodding
towards the dome. All she could do was blush. He gently and softly
slid his finger over the outside of her sex, the slick, wet friction
making her squirm and wriggle on the bed. David teased her a little
more, his finger flowing over the outside of her skin. When his finger
at last touched her clit she almost exploded, the sensation flowing
from her crotch in waves of pleasure. Before she even had time to
realize what was happening she was right in the middle of another
orgasm. Once again her mind left her as she wiggled and squirmed,
twisted and turned. David kept up the treatment and the one spasm
after the other rode over her body.
Finally he allowed her to come down to earth by leaving her alone. He
watched as she closed her eyes and stretched out luxuriously on the
bed. David sat there in silence, his eyes roaming over her body as he
waited for her to recover.

Sharon was utterly exhausted. The emotional and physical strain on her
had taken its toll and she was running on empty. The last hour had
been a tornado of fear, anger, lust and elation. Never in her life had
she gone through so many emotions in such a short time, her mind
reeling as the one discovery followed upon the next. Never had she
felt such pleasure, such release. Her body was still tingling from the
aftermath and already she was longing for more as the sensation slowly
faded into memory. After a while she regained enough of her senses to
remember David. 
He was still seated next to her watching her closely. It was so
strange, him sitting there, watching her with devoted attention while
she lay before him in all her naked glory. 
And yet he’d made no move to please himself. How could he resist
touching her? Why wasn’t he making his move? Was there something wrong
with her? Was she a disappointment to him? It was her breasts! He
didn’t like her breasts. They were all white and pale and ugly. And
now with the plate gone they were small as well. Sharon felt the
desperation rise from her stomach. She was a disappointment to him. He
didn’t want her any more. He couldn’t bring himself to…
David sighed deeply. “There isn’t a place in this world I’d rather be
right now.”
“You look so beautiful, so perfect. I wish I could make this moment
last forever. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.” His
voice sounded soulful and exited at the same time. He reached out and
let his fingers play across her inner thigh. 
David got up from the bed and quickly removed his clothes, his hard
member waving at her in salute. His body was hard and tanned and her
breath caught in her throat as she watched the muscles on his back
ripple and flow. 
He reached for the remote and, pressing a few buttons on it, dimmed
the lights to a low, romantic glow. Putting the remote away he turned
his attention back to her. He quickly removed the gag, kissing her
passionately the moment it was out of the way. Next he untied her
ankles and wrists from the bed, allowing her complete freedom. As soon
as her hands were free she reached up and pulled him on top of her,
her hands roaming over his back and sides as they kissed. David
carefully slid inside her and she arched her back in pleasure as the
warm flesh entered her most intimate space. After all those months of
having to be satisfied by a thin, silent dildo his penis felt as large
as a baseball bat. She couldn’t believe how full she felt, how his
member pushed tightly against her walls, filling her completely. Her
body, still tired from the previous orgasms, started to slowly rock in
unison with his. 

They both came quickly and violently, their bodies jerking and
quivering as the passion overtook them. When it was done David slumped
down on top of her, his breathing ragged and tired. Slowly he rolled
over to her side and lay staring at the bed’s canopy. Sharon watched
him intently as he lay there, recovering from the experience. He’s
breathing was rapidly returning to normal and she couldn’t help but
admire the way his muscular chest rose and fell as he quickly recovered.
David turned his head towards her and for a while their eyes were
locked onto each other. His gaze was steady and almost invasive in its
intensity. After a couple of seconds she blushed and looked away, she
just couldn’t hold his gaze for so long. David rolled on his side and
drew her body into his. He snuggled up to her back, his hot breath
blowing in her neck while his arm circled her waist protectively. Thus
they lay for a long while, their bodies keeping each other warm.

Sharon and David sat quietly on the house’s balcony, watching the moon
and the starts. It was a glorious sight to behold as the sky glittered
and shimmered with light. Soft music floated out from the living room
and a lasagna was browning in the kitchen’s oven. She was seated
beside David, his left arm holding her tightly in a loving embrace
while she snuggled up to his side. 
Her body was once again wrapped into the harness but the suit’s
fitting’s had been left off. David had provided her with a tracksuit
to wear and although she’d accepted gratefully at the time she was now
starting to regret it. The rough fabric seemed to be scratching at her
sensitive flesh like sandpaper. Her nipples would rub against the
fabric with every breath she took and it was driving her nuts. The
harness’s three straps were squeezed hard against her sex, the
sensitive flesh not used to the constant friction. David had gently
but firmly told her not to touch herself and like an itch she was
unable to scratch the command was becoming more and more difficult to
obey.
“Does the rest of the suit also come off or am I destined to spend the
rest of my life in it?” she asked, hoping conversation would distract
her. 
David just nodded yes. 
Now what did that mean? Yes she would spend the rest of her days in
the suit or yes it could be removed?
“Uhmmm..” she said.
“It does come off.” He replied and she realized he’d been teasing her.
“So why didn’t…” she asked but was interrupted as he turned to her.
“Because it would hurt like hell. You have been wearing a corset for
the last year, it’s sides re-shaping your ribs and it’s tension
keeping your back straight. It can’t just be removed in one go, you
will have to be weaned off it.”
She hadn’t though of that.
“Besides, I like the way you look in it. It’s sexy.” He continued.
She nodded in agreement, it was definitely a sexy garment. She’d known
that from the first time she’d seen it in her mirror at home.
For a while she sat in silence but her nipples were furious at being
ignored.
“Why me?” she said suddenly, deciding this was as good a time as any
to breach the issue.
David sighed and she realized he’d been expecting the question.
“I suppose you could call it fate. Or destiny. Or maybe just chance.”
He replied.
“So you just plucked the first stranger off the street and put her in
a suit?”
His eyebrows raised and he looked hard into her eyes. “Of course not…”
Clearly he was a little insulted that she would think him so careless.
“So how then? We have never met before, how did you decide it would be
me? How did you know I would be suited to this? Or is it just dumb
luck that I turned out to be uhm … kinky?”
“Nothing about you had anything to do with luck. I searched long and
hard for you, spending months to make sure you were the one.”
“There is no way you could have known, hell I haven’t even told my
best friend.”
“Just because you haven’t told Anette doesn’t mean you’d hidden it
completely.” He said with a wry smile. “You left clues everywhere, it
was just up to someone to find it.”

“I have been watching you on the net for months. You weren’t a
complete sex slave like a lot of the women out there, and that’s what
I was looking for. I deliberately set out to find someone that didn’t
quite know herself. You were still struggling with your own identity,
fascinated by the ‘scene’ but too proud to admit that it turned you
on. That’s what I wanted. I needed a possession that didn’t want to be
possessed. At least not on the surface.”
She balked at his insinuation. “How dare you! How could you know what
I liked or disliked? How can you claim to know me better than I do
myself!” The mere suggestion that her life was such an open book made
her scared and angry.
He smiled a wry, cynical smile.
“You thought you were safe. The net is big and anonymous and nobody
knows what you’re doing. The first time I came across your tracks I
knew you were exactly what I was looking for. Remember those ‘toys’
you bought over the net? I bet they were your first ever purchase in
that medium.”
“How? How did you? They swore…” she stammered.
“They told you it’d be anonymous didn’t they?” he chuckled softly to
himself. “If hackers can break into the Pentagon, how difficult do you
think it is to break into some dinky little server in Maine? It took
me all of forty minutes to break through to the heart of their
machines. That’s where I first came across you. Two little eggs and a
set of handcuffs. Small, shy purchases made by somebody that was still
not convinced she was on the right track. When you typed in your
credit card number, did your nipples swell? When you gave them the
delivery address, did you play with yourself?”
She blushed and refused to look at him. He wasn’t quite right but it
was close enough to make no difference.
“At that stage you were still just a name amongst thousands, all
anonymous little numbers and letters that I had stolen from hundreds
of databases. At first I cut everybody that lived more than a hundred
miles away. That took away a lot of names, but I was still left with
thousands. Then I cut all the names that I suspected could be married
or males themselves. All the people that ordered men’s garments or
equipment that a male would use. That cut away another enormous chunk.
It seems single people don’t play as much as married couples do.”
“I also cut out everybody that went in for the heavy stuff. I wasn’t
interested in somebody that knew how to use a whip or posture collar.
My interests lay strictly with the ‘virgins’. Despite my best efforts
that still left me with a list of eight hundred names. Quite a few
names to go through don’t you think? My next step was to put real
names to the addresses.” 
“Most people think that nicknames make them safe but that’s not true.
Any piece of real information, and your cover’s blown. I could
probably have used the credit card numbers but that would have been a
hassle. Instead I used the telephone directory. Did you know you could
actually trace somebody’s telephone number based on his or her
address? Even if you didn’t know their names? Of course when you
request the telephone number, they supply you with the name as well.
How convenient.”
“Then I hit a lucky break. I had an address, I had a credit card
number and I had a name. All I now needed was a face. Very few people
ever post photos of themselves but I’d hope to put a few faces to the
names by scanning homepages. People always seem to stick a photo of
themselves on their homepage. It worked of course and I was close, but
I still hadn’t found exactly what I was looking for. Then I suddenly
came across you.”
“But, but.. “she started saying.
“Yes I know” he interrupted. “You don’t have a homepage. But there is
still a photo of you out there.” He smiled at her for a moment,
keeping her in suspense. “The people you have to thank for your
predicament is at your office. They were kind enough to post a
delightful, high res. full color photo of you on their corporate page.”
Sharon ground her teeth in anger and frustration. She hadn’t even know
her office had a web page. David stood up and started towards the
kitchen. Sharon ignored the soft groaning of the guider as she followed.

“I now had a candidate.” He continued as he took the Lasagna out of
the oven. “All it took was a few months patient observation and I was
finally convinced that you’d be the one. Once I knew who you were I
checked you out carefully. I followed you as you entered the chat
rooms. I browsed with you as you looked at the porn. I read the
newsgroups right over your shoulder and you never knew I was there. It
all sounds unlikely but it’s easy, I just had to make sure I got your
address when you logged on. If you hadn’t used the proxy server I
might never have been able to pull it off, but since you did it was
quite easy.”
Sharon’s mind reeled with the implications. Everything she’d thought
she knew about the Internet had been blown out of the water. And what
the hell was a proxy server? Slowly she sat down at the table, too
shocked to register what she was doing.
“That still didn’t give you the right...” she started but he was
already waiting for her.
“No it didn’t. First I had to test the waters. So I designed the suit
and I put it on you. It sounds so simple but believe me, it was a big
step for me. I hadn’t set out to do it this way but what started out
as a curiosity quickly grew into an obsession. By the time I
discovered your photo I knew that just knowing about you wouldn’t be
enough. The suit evolved as a plan, an answer to a problem I had. How
could I make you mine while still keeping my anonymity in case it
didn’t work out? What if I met you and you weren’t submissive at all?
So I made the suit and put you in it. From the moment your lovely body
was enclosed in its smooth surface your every movement, your every
reaction was observed.” He dished up and handed her a plate.
“You were right in thinking your flat has cameras, in fact it’s
riddled with them. I must admit I became quite nervous that one time
you tried to find them.”
“But that’s not all.” He said around taking bites out of the lasagna.
“The suit itself told me everything I needed to know. I knew exactly
how fast your heart was beating, how warm your skin was. I could tell
how aroused your nipples were, how swollen your sex. Even when I
couldn’t see you I knew if you were standing or sitting. Whether you
were nervous, relaxed, tense or horny, your body told me everything.
And do you know what I found? I found that you were almost always
horny. Remember that first morning when you stood in front of the
mirror? Despite your crying and screaming your body was on fire. You
were extremely aroused, even if you didn’t know it yourself. And the
irony is it hardly got better. Even months later your nipples would
still spontaneously rise every time you walked past your mirror.”

Sharon covered her eyes with her hands and sighed in frustration. Her
whole life, her most intimate secrets, and he knew it all. He knew
more about her than she did herself. 
“But there was one final test.” He said. “I knew you found the suit
arousing. I knew from your expeditions onto the net that you were
kinky and submissive. I also knew that you responded well to orders
and instructions. Hell every time I sent you a package the sensors
almost jumped off the scales. What I didn’t know was if you were a
dyke.”
Her mouth fell open as she stared at him. How the hell could he think
that!
“Almost all the pictures you fancied was of women. Almost all the
people you chatted to on the net were also women. Heck, whenever
Annette came to within ten yard of you your nipples would rise. I
couldn’t decide if you fancied her or if it was the prospect of
discovery that got you so worked up. That’s why I took so long to make
contact. For months I struggled with the problem of your sexual
orientation. It was a problem I just couldn’t seem to crack.”
“It was then that I decided to send you to the Mardi Gras. I
deliberately didn’t instruct you to dance with anybody the way I had
for the club. The idea was to watch you and to note who you were drawn
to. The Mardi Gras was meant to make up my mind.”
“But then Joe stepped in the way.” She said, a cold shudder going down
her back as she re-lived the past.
“Yeah.” He said, shaking his head in bemusement. “Women! Turn your
back for a split second and they vanish without a trace.”
“But that still doesn’t give you the right.” She said, bringing the
conversation back on track. “Just because I’m kinky doesn’t mean you
can make me your slave. My body isn’t the whole of me, I have a mind
too.”
“I agree completely.” he said, crossing his arms. “But your actions
speak louder than your words. For almost a year you walked free, you
could have gone to the police at any time you wanted too. You made one
feeble attempt to free yourself and thereafter you resigned yourself
to your fate. Had you truly wanted to be free you would have found a
way.”
“But I was scared shitless!” she complained. “I even went so far as to
go down to the police station once but I couldn’t take the risk. You
would have killed me!”
“Oh I know you were afraid but you weren’t scared shitless. That night
you stood outside the precinct you didn’t go in because deep down you
didn’t want to. You might be able to lie to yourself but your body
can’t lie to me.”
“So you’re making me a sex slave whether I want it or not.” She
retorted.
“I don’t want a sex slave.” He replied to her utter consternation.
“Sex slaves are boring. Either they have no spirit or it’s soon
broken. If that’s what I wanted I would have gotten me a whore.
They’re less hassles and usually more fun. I’m not interested in a
woman that would want to obey my every command. There’s just so many
times you can tell her to scrub the floor before it becomes boring.”
“But I thought you said I was your possession?” she said, completely
lost.
“Yes.” He said. “And I meant it. But there’s a difference between a
slave and a possession. A sex slave implies obedience, loyalty, a
desire to please. I’m not looking for that. If I want you to do
something I’ll make you do it, whether you want to or not.”
“You’re making this too complicated.” She said. “I don’t understand
the difference.”
He sighed a impatient sigh. “Do you remember what I told you about the
stallion?”
She nodded.
“It’s a lot like that. I want you to be rebellious. I want you to try
and escape. You could almost say I relish the battle of wills. I want
you to be you, proud, rebellious Sharon. I want you to go to bed with
me when you feel like it, fight me when you don’t. It’s as if I’m
breaking you in, but I never want you to be broken. This way I can let
you go, let you return to your normal life, and I’ll know that the
next time I bring you here you’ll still be your own person.”
She nodded, that made a weird kind of sense.
“But that sounds like a normal relationship between consenting adults.
Why all the rigmarole with the suit?” she asked.
“Because I have this need to own you. And, as I explained, I also
needed to know if you’re the one. At the end, no matter how angry you
get, no matter how afraid I make you, I still need to know that a
deep, dark part of you are enjoying it. Now, after all this time of
watching and waiting, I am finally certain of that.”



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