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THE SUIT

 Chapter XXVIII


With difficulty Sharon rolled onto her other side and sighed into the
gag. She was so horny she could burst and there was nothing she could
do about it. Her body was wrapped in a strange rope harness, the
strands and knots crisscrossing her torso like a spider’s web. Last
night, after another bout of raunchy lovemaking, David had proceeded
to tie her up like this, explaining that it was a Japanese Karada, an
ancient form of rope bondage. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her
back, drawn up as far as her straining ligaments would allow. Her
ankles were bound to her upper thighs and pulled so tight she could
feel the heels of her feet against her butt. But by far the worst was
the knotted rope running through her crotch. Every movement, every
little struggle made the knots shift against her clit and she’d not
slept a wink the whole night. Despite the constant friction on her
clit she just couldn’t get enough movement to orgasm. For the whole
night she’d been held in a constant and frustrating state of arousal. 
At first she’d struggled and twisted admirably, trying her best to
either expel the rope or to make it move. After a while her body had
become so exhausted she could do nothing but lay still, her crotch on
fire. It was so infuriating to finally have access to her own body and
then not be allowed to do anything about it. The injustice of it
rankled and she wanted to murder David.

The cause of her discomfort came waltzing into her room with a broad
smile on his face.
“Hi sexy – have a good night?” he said cheerfully. She could scratch
his eyes out.
He rolled her onto her back and slowly rubbed the palm of his hand
over her crotch.
“Hmmmm.” He said appreciatively. “I see you have been enjoying the
effects of the Karada.” Referring to the slick, wet surface of the
rope. Sharon growled loudly and her stomach muscles twitched. His
other hand slowly slid over her 
body and onto her right breast, his fingers twisting and teasing her
nipple. Sharon was both in heaven and in hell at the same time. Her
muscles were aching, her ligaments straining from the night’s abuse.
Her body wanted to participate in the delicious torment, her hands
trying in vain to snake their way to the front. Her breathing was hard
and labored as the sensation flooded through her system. She arched
her back, trying to squeeze every ounce of possible friction out of
his hand. She desperately wanted him inside her, to feel her clit
rubbed and her passage forced open. But her mind was reeling with
anger and disgust. How could she allow herself to be so easily
manipulated? How could she surrender herself so quickly to his
manipulation? Where was her pride? What had become of her dignity? 
His finger found a way into her sex and all these questions were
washed away as a wave after wave of pleasure flowed though her. David
stroked and tickled her clit, sending her mind into space. She moaned
loudly in desperation as he withdrew his hand but he was just undoing
some of the ropes. As soon as he’d cleared a passage for himself he
was on top of her, his hard member penetrating her. It was a matted of
seconds before she screamed into the gag in passion, his throbbing
member driving her insane. Together they climaxed in a fury of sounds
and movement and they both went limp, exhausted by the brief but
intense activity.

Sharon closed her eyes and let the warm water flow over her body.
David followed her into the shower and they stood side by side, the
hot steam engulfing their bodies. Although her legs had been released
her body and arms were still firmly bound by the Karada. David had
re-fastened the knotted rope through her crotch and she tried
desperately to ignore its continual stimulation. With his naked body
moving so close next to hers it was an impossible task and her whole
being longed for some attention. She ground her teeth against the
rubber gag in frustration, she couldn’t even complain about the
treatment. Not that she thought it would make any difference, David
knew exactly what the knots were doing to her.
Guiding her by the shoulders David turned her around and started
washing her hair. His strong but gentle hands massaged her scalp and
soon she was going limp and relaxed as the enjoyed the treatment. 
David rinsed her hair and started washing her body. It felts so
strange, the slick soap gliding over the coarse hemp rope and the
slick surface of the suit. His hands invaded every part of her body as
he washed and scrubbed her from head to toe, playing behind her ears,
tickling her under her arms, rubbing firmly over her nipples. His
hands glided over her crotch, rubbed her thighs, invaded her
butt-crack. By the time he’d finished with the backs of her legs and
was washing her feet her body was back up to it’s former state of
arousal. 

David led her from the shower and wrapped her body in a large fluffy
towel. He quickly toweled the worst of the moisture from her hair and
body and then he removed the gag. She was still flexing her jaws in
relief when he stepped closer, circled her body in his arms and gave
her a hard, long kiss. He drew back and as she stood waiting in the
middle of the bathroom he quickly toweled himself dry and put his
clothes back on. Despite regaining the power of speech she couldn’t
think of anything to say and she remained quiet.
With the towel still hanging over her shoulders he took hold of the
ropes between her shoulder blades and guided her to the hand basin. He
carefully brushed her teeth before helping her to rinse. Their tasks
done in the bathroom he guided her back into the bedroom.
David made her sit down at the dressing table and she pulled a blow
dryer from one of the drawers. Before turning his attention to her
hair he quickly used the blow dryer to dry the small patches of skin
that was still covered by the suit. 
He retrieved a soft hairbrush from the drawer and started drying her
hair, the towel lying around her feet. Once again she closed her eyes
and as the hypnotic brush flowed over her scalp she traveled back to
her youth when her mother would do the same, her voice singing softly
as she took care of her little girl. By the time he’d done with the
brush she was in a sleepy, almost hypnotic state of relaxation. With a
soft sigh of regret her eyes fluttered open and she returned to the
present. 
David turned her around and to her surprise started applying a light
layer of makeup. She’d never met a man that knew how to apply makeup
and as he gave her a light lip gloss she couldn’t help but wonder
where he’d learned to do it. Finally he drew back and inspected her
face with a critical eye. She turned towards the mirror and looked at
his handiwork. He’d applied a very light layer of makeup, a little
eye-shadow here, a light blush there. It looked very professional.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she asked.
“Practice.” he answered in his usual enigmatic way.
David helped her up and guided her to the center of the room. Telling
her to stay in place he turned away and retrieved some clothes from
the cupboards. Sharon had no idea how the clothes had so mysteriously
appeared in the cupboards, the last time she’d looked they had all
been empty. David returned with a few garments and dropped them on the
bed.
“Can you please untie my hands,” she said, fidgeting to make her point
“My arms are getting sore.”
“Not yet.” He said after a brief inspection.
“When then?” she pleaded. “I’ve spent the whole night like this.”
“Don’t nag.” He replied, “It’ll only make me postpone your release.”
He was tying a very stringy black bikini top onto her chest. The two
small patches of fabric hardly covered half of her breasts.
“I don’t understand why you need to keep me tied up like this? You
know I can’t leave the room without you.” She retorted, her voice
sounding sulky. The sharp slap to her rump was completely unexpected
and she shrieked in shock. Her mouth hung open in surprise and her
blood rose to her face as the anger built up inside her. Rather than
wither in her ferocious gaze David acted as if nothing had happened
and he turned to the bed to retrieve the bikini bottom. Sharon almost
threw a tantrum there and then but luckily she managed to keep herself
under control. In a complete and rather chilly silence she stood
patiently and waited as David fastened the g-string bikini bottom onto
her hips. Using her shoulders as leverage he turned her around a few
times as he inspected her ensemble. He seemed to be totally impervious
to her icy cold anger and that infuriated her even more. Finally he
tied a long piece of rope to the karada where if crossed over her
belly button. He tied the other end of the rope around his waist and
despite her anger Sharon couldn’t help but notice the symbolism as
their bodies were linked by a length of rope. David led the way to the
door, and exited the door. A few moments later a very hard pull on the
rope told her that her act of defiance wasn’t appreciated and she had
little choice but to follow.

Sharon sat next to the pool and sighed. She was bored and horny at the
same time, a rather confusing state to be in. David had first fed her
a nice fruity breakfast before he finally relented and untied her
arms. However, he still had her bound in the karada and he’d used the
leash to guide her down to the pool. They have been spending the
greater part of the morning there while he sat on a deck chair with a
book and she amused herself in the pool. She probably could have
untied herself and made a break for it, after all, the only thing
keeping her there was a couple of knotted ropes. However, even if she
could rid herself of the karada without him noticing she doubted she
could out-run David and besides, he’d just force her to come back by
using the remnants of the suit to control her. Instead she spent the
morning floating around in the water, using every opportunity to play
with herself. Once she’d come very close to an orgasm but David had
given her a look that immediately made her stop and reconsider. His
eyes had been hard as nails and she had no doubt that a line had been
drawn in the sand. Despite her efforts to be secretive about what she
was doing David had known exactly what was going on. She’d known that
he didn’t approve but he had made no effort to stop her. Only when she
approached orgasm did he make a move and she had instantly realized
that she was approaching the boundaries of what he would allow. After
that incident she’d spent the rest of the morning in frustration as
she hovered between the arousal caused by the rope and her almost
overwhelming desire to climax.

Sharon felt a firm tug on her leash and she woke from her dreamy gaze
out over the valley. David was still seated in his deck chair but he’d
put the book down and was devoting his attention to her. Again he
pulled on the leash and she slowly got up, wondering what it was he
wanted. As she allowed herself to be reeled in he rose from his lying
position until he was seated upright in the chair. As she reached his
side he pulled her down onto his lap and gave her a hard, long kiss. A
part of her wanted to rebel, to ignore his advances and make him
understand how insulted she’d been at the slap, but as soon as their
lips met she caved in. Her resolve was blown away by the morning’s
long frustration and the sensation of his arms circling around her
body. Instead she melted into him, moaning softly as his warm lips and
probing tongue drove her to new heights. She could feel his hands
untying the bikini bottom and the ropes running through her crotch.
She returned the favor by untying the knot in the front of his
swimming trunks. They rolled over onto the deck chair and still
kissing, started probing each other’s bodies. Sharon growled loudly as
his hands slipped in under her bikini top, cupping her breasts and
squeezing her nipples. They removed the last of the clothes in their
way and she helped him guide his member inside her. As they slowly
rocked in unison she felt a momentary thrill at making love out in the
open but shortly afterwards her mind left her.

Sharon took the boiling noodles off the stove and drained the water
into the sink. David was seated at the dining room table pretending to
read his book but she could feel his eyes on the back of her neck.
Evidently he didn’t trust her with so many knives within her grasp and
he was keeping a close watch on her activities. She had actually
considered using them but somehow she got the feeling that she was
being tested. She was in no mood to make a rash move only to be
thwarted and then punished for her actions. Besides, she still had the
afterglow of their lovemaking by the pool and she was in a contented,
relaxed mood. Being assigned the task of making lunch was keeping her
hands occupied and it helped to shift her attention from the karada’s
knotted ropes that he’d refastened into her crotch. Shortly after
withdrawing from her he’d re-fastened the karada and told her to put
on her bikini. The rope keeping them attached to each other had not
been removed and as she worked in the kitchen she would occasionally
find herself snared by it’s strands twisting around her ankles. She
added some sliced salami and diced sausages to the pasta and added a
rich creamy sauce over the top. While she waited for the pasta to cool
a bit she set the table for lunch.

“Tell me how you managed to take me out of the house.” She said as she
placed the pasta on the table. “I can’t remember a thing of what
happened that day.”
David smiled to himself as she handed him a plate.
“What was the last thing you remember?” he said cryptically and
started digging in.
“Well, it’s so long ago, but I do remember coming home, switching on
the TV, and starting with dinner. After dinner I undressed and took a
long bath. The next thing I remember is waking up and feeling as sick
as a dog while wearing my new metal companion.”
He nodded, obviously this wasn’t news to him.
“What you don’t know was that I’d been at your house several times
before that. I had to install the cameras so that I could keep an eye
on you. I did that long before I even thought of the suit, at that
stage I just wanted to know more about you.”
She couldn’t say that she was happy about the invasion but after all
that had happened it was just another fact that was beyond her control.
“Then, when I had finally perfected the suit and made my plans I had
to find a way of keeping you under. I had no intention of assaulting
or confronting you in the flat, that would have been messy and
potentially dangerous for both of us. Instead I studied your routine,
watching and waiting for a clue as to how I could get hold of you.”
“I couldn’t give you drugs because it is both dangerous, and contrary
to popular belief, very difficult to hide. In the real world of
espionage and criminals such drugs are usually given with liquor since
that’s the only way to hide the taste. I had to find a safe, easy way
of getting you asleep without you knowing what was happening.”
His face beamed with a self-satisfied smile. “When I eventually found
the method it was so simple I burst out laughing. You see, I soon
discovered that you liked to take long, luxurious baths as you
returned from the office. I suppose you found it relaxing. All I did
was add a little ‘spice’ to your bubble bath liquid. The drug is a
complicated concoction of chemicals that slowly turns to vapor when it
is released into water. There is a smell but with the strong scent of
pine needles coming off your bubble bath you never even noticed. You
were asleep in a matter of minutes after getting into the bath.”
Sharon sighed deeply and with resignation. It seemed that her fate had
been sealed from the moment he’d discovered her photo and nothing she
could or would have done would have made the slightest bit of
difference.
“And after that? What did you do that stole more than two days out of
my life?”
“Well,” he said as he finished the last of the food. “For one I had to
remove every hair from your body. That was quite a task in itself and
I’m quite proud of the job I did.”
She nodded confirmation, after all this time her armpits, legs and sex
was still as bare as a newborn baby’s bottom. “Then there was the
whole issue of building and refining the suit around your body. I
could do some things beforehand but for most of it I needed your body
and that meant doing everything in one hard push. I have to tell you I
didn’t get a wink’s sleep that whole weekend.”
“And the large breasts?” she asked as she removed the cutlery from the
table. She’d tried to sound casual about the question but for her it
was a painful and sensitive issue. Rather than wait for his answer she
turned around and busied herself with the dishes. After several
minutes of silence she finally couldn’t stand it any more and she
turned around to face him. His chin was resting in his hands and he
was staring her directly in the face. He waited patiently until she
plucked up the courage to look him in they eye. Only when he had her
gaze locked into his did he finally answer. 
“I know you are ashamed of your breasts. I know you think them small.
But I’m telling you, and I’m completely honest, that they are perfect.” 
She blushed and looked down at her feet. It was the first time she’d
spoken to anyone about her insecurity and his answer made her heart
sing. She couldn’t help but smile as the tears formed in the corners
of her eyes.
“They are the perfect size and are have the ideal shape. You should be
proud of them, not ashamed and insecure.” The compliment made her
light headed and she felt the relief flood through her body. 
“I have never, in all my life, seen a more shapely set of hooters.” He
said with a broad, infectious smile. She giggled and turned back to
the dishes, her body trembling as the relief flushed over her. Instead
she was pulled around as he reeled her in with the leash. He had also
risen and as she reached him he cupped her face in his hands. 
“Do you believe me?” he asked and when she nodded yes he tenderly
kissed her forehead and her eyes. With a ferocious passion she grabbed
onto his body and kissed him hard on the mouth. After several minutes
of hard kissing he bent down and lifted her body into his arms. She
clung to his neck as he carried her to the bedroom, her heart pounding
away in her chest. Something was still bothering her but it was only
when he lay her down on the bed that she could finally manage to ask
the question.
“I believe you, honestly I do,“ She said breathlessly as his hands
roamed over her burning flesh. “But I still don’t understand. Why the
large breasts on the suit?”
By the time he answered her she could almost not hear his voice, her
heart’s pounding was almost drowning out everything. Yet she managed
to make out the words and as he entered her she had to admit it made
sense. After all, where else could he have put the suit’s batteries?




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