Message-ID: <15628eli$9809260531@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Don Quixote Subject: (Don Quixote) The Suit : Chapter XXVII {Mf bd nc} 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980926055406.16697.rocketmail@send1b.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 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.” ---------------- All the previous Articles are now available at my homepage. Check out http://members.theglobe.com/D_Quixote 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 E-Mail : D_Quixote@Yahoo.Com Chat : AOL Instant Messenger - D Quix Don Quixote == ____________________________________________________ Just erotic. Nothing kinky. 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