Chapter VIII
Suddenly she was awake and for a moment she was completely disorientated. Her
arms and legs had been tightly bound and her mouth was gagged. For a few
panicky moment she tried to fight but then she remembered where she was. Slowly
her heart-rate settled down and she relaxed. The equipment and instructions for
her nightly bondage had ar- rived three days earlier and she was still getting
used to sleeping under these new cir- cumstances. Her head was encased in a
leather harness, two patches covering her eyes and a thick rubbery gag filling
her mouth. She'd never liked gags and the aching of her jaws each morning has
proven her dislike founded. The gag and patches were held in place by a host of
straps, all attached to a broad leather collar around her neck. The collar
plugged into the black box via a thin black wire. Once locked it would only
release her at 5 am. Her wrists and ankles were bound by large padded shackles,
a thin wire running from each set to the small black box. As with the collar
they would only open at 5 am, keeping her bound throughout her night of
restless sleep. She had a tough time falling asleep whilst wearing the erotic
ensemble. Her body wanted to do a lot of things, but sleep wasn't one of them.
The last three evenings had been a struggle of restless rolling around till she
could finally slip away, exhaustion overcoming frustration. She rolled over onto
her other side and tried to fall asleep again. If she could do so quickly she
might fool her body and it would forget all about the .... damn. She rolled
onto her back and screamed into the gag in frustration. Her nipples were
already throbbing, her lust fired by the mere realization that she was
helpless. Her bound wrists were pressing into the small of her back and she
rolled onto her stomach in frustration. This was just like discovering the suit
all over again! She couldn't find a position that would not be an erotic
reminder in some perverse way. She twisted and turned her wrists behind her
back. She would have preferred having her arms bound in front of her body, but
the instructions had been clear. At long last she man- aged to slowly drift away
when once again she was jerked awake. This time she'd heard what had woken her
- somebody was doing something with her front door! She froze as she heard the
faint metallic sounds coming from the door - what the hell was going on?
Suddenly everything grew quiet and after a while she relaxed. She had just about
con- vinced herself it had been her imagination when she heard the familiar
sound of her front door opening! She had a thick carpet at the door and it made
a distinctive brushing sound every time the door was opened.
As she now heard the familiar sound her heart throbbed in her throat. Somebody
was in- side her sanctuary, invading her privacy! For a moment she panicked but
then a thought came to her - what if it was him? She froze, her breath caught
in her throat. It made sense, he would quietly slip into her room. Next he'll
grab her as she lay on the bed, her defenseless body would quickly be stuffed
into a bag. He'd drag her to his home and soon she'd be free of the suit, his
warm flesh ... or maybe he'd do it right here! Maybe he'd free her right here
and now, his rough hands traveling all over her body as she lay bound on the
bed. Sharon got herself worked into such a state she could feel her legs
quivering in expectation. After a long while of nervous anticipation and
fantasizing she realized that nothing has happened. Suddenly the old fears
returned. What was he up to? Was it really him? Maybe it was just a common
burglar! Why was he taking so long? She could hear some faint movements in her
kitchen. That can't be him! What would he want in her kitchen? It WAS a
burglar! Some common, dirty thief had broken into her house and soon she was
going to be discovered! What would he think when he saw her? What would he do?
What a sight she must be - her perfect silver body in stark contrast with the
erotic black devices on her limbs. What would go through his mind when he saw
her - exposed and naked?
Suddenly she blushed all over and wished she'd not rolled around so much. She
was no longer covered by the linen and he was going to discover her lying there
in all her naked glory! But what then? When he discovered she was not
available, what would he do in his frustration? Would he use his fists, taking
his rage out on her? Maybe he'd have a knife! She shivered at the thought and
became seriously afraid for the first time! The next mo- ment she felt a warm
hand slide over her leg and she cried out in fear and surprise. For several
minutes she rolled around, fighting and screaming. Her wails came out as soft
kitten mews, her fighting made impotent by the shackles. Through the blindfold
she sensed that the light had been turned on, and again she rolled around -
this time in shame. The man was watching her struggle! She'd never felt so
ashamed and vulnerable in her life! Not even on the beach has she been so
exposed. Her hands opened and closed as she desperately grabbed the air. Here
she was, not only naked but bound and helpless as well. For a while she
continued her rolling and moaning but soon she grew tired and rational thought
took over. She'd just settled down when he grabbed hold of her ankles, lifting
them into the air. He held onto them easily while she struggled anew, her tired
body unable to dislodge his hold on the shackles. She rolled over onto her back
but his wrist just followed the movement.
After a few seconds she calmed down, her ribs straining against the sides of
their tight prison. Satisfied that she'd calmed down her tormentor placed his
other hand above her knee, rolling her over with a firm push. She was too tired
to resist and as she lay on her stomach she felt him push her ankles upwards
until they pressed against her buttocks. The tinkle of chains should have
warned her, but by that time she was too scared and tired to think straight.
The next moment her wrists and ankles were tightly bound together. As he let go
of her she tested the restraints but she was firmly bound in a hog-tie. She
could feel her hips and abdomen strain against the inside of the suit as all her
weight rested on her lower abdomen. Her spine was bent backwards in a curve,
lifting her chest and knees off the bed. She felt his weight disappear off the
bed as he stood up. For a while nothing happened and she started twisting and
turning her fists inside the shackles. Once she'd been hog-tied most of her
fear had disappeared and she knew it had to be him. He knew exactly what he was
doing, he'd even brought the equipment to hog-tie her with. She turned her head
this way and that - trying to locate him. He was keeping quiet and after a long
while she began to feel convinced that he'd left. She moaned into the gag - the
bondage and excitement had set her whole body on fire. Where was he? She was
extremely excited by the prospect of what lay ahead. If he was to have her he'd
have to remove the suit! She twisted her hips and rubbed her thighs together,
nervous sexual en- ergy coursing through her like electricity. She toppled over
from her stomach on to her side.
As she lay there she slowly became worried. Why wasn't he touching her? Was he
still in the room? She moved as much as the bondage allowed, her breathing
ragged and exited. Finally she could stand it no more and she pulled as hard as
she could, every muscle, every tendon straining against her confinement. For a
while she kept it up, her body a bowstring of tension, pulling desperately to
free her hands. But muscle and tendons can't defeat cold hard steel and soon
she had to let go, defeated. She rested her head uncom- fortably on the bed and
breathed deeply through her nose. He gently placed his warm hand on her naked
buttock, making her jump. She was so tired she could hardly move and yet she
felt little spasms of pleasure course through the tired muscle under his hand.
He sat down next to her and gently rolled her over from her side onto her
stomach. She moaned into the gag - she was so ready for him! He slowly slid his
hand down her butt crack, following the wire as it went down. The sensation was
pure heaven and she arched her back even further, her butt cheeks squeezing his
fingers. He slowly forced his hand in deeper until it was cupping her dome from
behind, the warm flesh between her thighs driving her wild! She felt his weight
shift and he bent down next to her. With his other hand her brushed her hair
away, exposing her collared neck. She gasped as his warm breath tickled her ear
and he gently covered it with kisses. His arms slipped in around her waist,
just below her breasts. All she could do was moan as his feather light kisses
covered her neck and ear.
Suddenly she was lifted bodily into the air, surprising and disorientating her
completely. For a panicky few moments it felt as if she was flying through
space! He lifted her upright, balancing her body on his hand between her
thighs. His other hand was still holding onto her chest and kept her balanced.
She'd never been manhandled like this, and the feeling of losing all control
was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced. He was still seated and he
lowered her until her knees rested on the top of his thighs. He freed his hand
from between her cheeks and started roaming her body. After several detours
both hands ended up around her throat. His fingers were under her chin, his
thumbs placed over her spine. Gently he pressed and she tilted her head
forwards as far as the collar allowed. He again kissed her exposed neck and
head, sending shock waves down her spine as each warm kiss touched her for a
brief moment. As he kissed, his hands slowly started roaming her body. Despite
the hard metal she could feel his palms cup her breasts. She could imagine him
squeezing the hard metal and she wanted to cry in frustration. For a moment he
rested his hands over her breasts and then he moved on, stroking and rubbing his
large hands along her sides and over her rib-cage. The suit was dampening the
sensation and yet it was enough to drive her up the wall.
Again he surprised her by lifting her up, his hands circling her waist. For the
second time she became disorientated as her whole body was moved and rotated as
easily as if she was a doll. When he put her down she had no idea which way she
was facing, all she knew was that her knees were again resting on his thighs. A
sudden hot breath on her cheek told her that she was now facing him, and as he
kissed her nose and brow she longed to melt into his chest. His hands still had
hold of her waist and now they slid down until they were holding her hips.
Gently his thumbs rubbed her hip bones while his fingers dug into her
butt-crack. With a firm pull he drew her body into his chest, his fingers
pulling her cheeks apart. She cuddled his neck with her face, his musky odor
filling her nostrils. She could smell the sweat on his body and she knew he was
as excited and horny as she was. If she'd been free she'd have coupled with him
long ago, instead she was forced to endure as every second built her higher in
her desperate need. With her weight leaning against his chest his hands were
once again free and they started roaming. Soon both his hands had slid down her
hips and thighs and was holding onto her calves. Each hand took hold of a leg
and he gently pulled her open. As she opened she slid down onto his lap and
soon she was half seated, her inner thighs straddling his legs. She could feel
their abdo- mens touch and she longed to feel his warm manhood throbbing against
her. Instead she had to be satisfied with the empty, quiet dome where not even
her outer labia could feel anything. She cursed at the injustice of it, moaning
as she tried to make her intentions clear. When was he going to take her? Why
was he dragging it out so much? She longed for him to free her, to give her
what she'd not had for months now.
She froze in shocked silence as the dildo suddenly started to move. She had
gotten so used to it's quiet presence she never noticed it any more. Now she
became intensely and exquisitely aware of the thin rod. It was expanding, ever
so slowly growing bigger. As if by magic it's sides were filling and stretching
her purse. She knew it could only be a few frac- tions but it felt as if it
already filled her whole body! Everything else was forgotten, her whole being
concentrated on the unexpected pleasure. It kept on growing until she felt she
would burst. She could feel her slippery skin slide over it's surface as it
expanded, filling her to beyond what she'd thought possible. At last it reached
it's apex and she realized she'd bitten deep into the rubber gag. Suddenly the
dildo started moving up and down and for a moment she blacked out from the
overwhelming sensation and shock. She regained her consciousness in time to
feel him tilt her over onto her back. She hardly noticed as he stood up, the
dildo driving her crazy. It was moving extremely slowly, going up and down by
only a few fractions. And yet the slight movement was enough to discover that
the thing was ribbed with thousands of tiny knobs rubbing her walls. She barely
noticed him lower his weight down onto her, the dildo demanding her full
attention. With a bit of prodding he managed to get her attention and she
opened her legs as far as she could. He lowered himself into her fork, and she
groaned as his weight stretched her bound limbs to their limits. Despite the
tension she didn't feel any pain, her mind oblivious to all but one sensa- tion.
She felt his hard cock throbbing against her inner thigh where it was wedged be-
tween her skin and the dome. The head was sticking out past her arse like a
short little tail. He stroked her hard metal breasts and she screamed into the
gag as the brushes came alive. He slowly started moving his member up and down,
rubbing it between the fleshy thigh and hard dome. Soon the tempo inside her
increased as well and they started rocking together, animal instinct taking
over.
Sharon sat bolt upright with a start. She was sweating and her pulse was racing
away. At last she calmed down and she removed the restraints over her head. As
usual the shack- les on her wrists and ankles had fallen off as soon as the
deadline passed - it was only the collar the she needed to remove herself. As
she blinked in the morning light she rubbed her aching jaw, cursing the damn
gag. Finally she dragged herself out of bed and took a shower. The dream had
been the most erotic yet and she knew she must've come in her sleep. She longed
to remember what it felt like, but as with most things the memory could not
compensate for the experience. She dried herself off and looked herself over
with a resigned sigh - because of the dream the day was bound to be spent in
impotent frustra- tion. She dressed and got ready for work. It was only when she
made the bed that she noticed the sticky glob stuck to the linen.
