Chapter XIII
As his mouth found her nipple she closed her eyes and arched her back. "Oh
Leonardo, oh, ooooh!" she whispered as he skillfully coaxed her to new heights.
She wriggled and squirmed in the confined space as his tongue flicked
deliciously over her skin. The hot musky odor of their combined sweat mingled
with the scent of lovemaking. Both his hands groped her breasts as he kissed
and licked her under her chin and behind her ear. His mouth found hers and
again they kissed passionately while his hands teased and coaxed her nipples.
She giggled out the side of her mouth as they both tried to shed their clothes
in the confined space. Feet, hands, elbows and knees were everywhere, dancing in
frantic loops and circles to get rid of the garments that stood in their way.
Finally they lay bare against each other, their hot skin burning with
excitement and desire.
Again she closed her eyes as they kissed and she could feel his hard cock rest
between her thighs. While they were kissing his hand snuck down to her sex and
his fingers slid into her crack. She gasped as he coaxed and teased her, his
fingers rubbing her clit.
When he was certain that she was ready he gently slid his member inside her,
filling her completely. She gasped as he slowly started rocking and his
enormous manhood filled every inch of her. At first they slowly rocked in union
but soon he increased the pace. Her moans mingled with his grunts and they
became frantic. Finally the whole world was shaking and moving as they both
came in an gigantic orgasm.
It took several minutes before she realized that the world hadn't stopped
shaking. Her nails dug into the leather upholstery of the car as she tried to
steady herself. Leonardo's tense body spoke volumes as she covered her ears in
an attempt to block the torturous screaming of metal being torn apart. After an
eternity things seemed to calm down and she opened her eyes. Leonardo was
frantically wiping the fog off the windows in an at- tempt to see outside. She
clung to his body, her eyes wide in fear. "W-What was that?" she asked, his
wide eyes scaring her more than the sound and the shaking. "Shit - I think we
hit an iceberg!" he replied and darted from the car.
Sharon walked down the sidewalk, lost in thought. It was still early on a
Saturday morning and the streets were quiet. She was on her way to the corner
grocer to get some milk and bread. Dressed casually in a thick brown jersey,
cream ski-pants and brown slacks she folded her arms around her chest to keep
her hands warm.
As she reached an intersection she was suddenly surprised as her left nipple
came to life. The brush over her nipple was slowly stimulating her, it's
bristles rubbing and teasing her like a lover's tongue. It was so unexpected
that her legs immediately became weak with shock and she had to lean against a
street lamp. As she hung on to the pole she tried to look nonchalant as she
pressed her right wrist hard against her breast. She could already feel her
body respond, her breathing coming faster and deeper.
She could not understand why only her left nipple were being stimulated but she
enjoyed it thoroughly. Hoping that the stimulation would last long enough she
turned around to rush to her home. She was very surprised when the stimulation
suddenly switched to her right breast. She started walking briskly back to her
flat, but after a few yards the stimulation stopped. She walked on for a while
in the hope that the it would return, but her suit was as quiet as a grave.
Disappointed and frustrated she turned around to head back to the shop. Her
nipples were both throbbing with desire and she instinctively rubbed her wrists
against the unyielding surface of the suit. As she reached the intersection the
stimulation returned to her left nip- ple and again she turned around to flee
back to her room. Again it vanished as soon as she had covered a few yards.
This time she walked all the way back to the entrance of her building in the
hope that the stimulation would return, but it was in vain.
She stood outside her building for a while, but when nothing happened she set
out for the shops again. As she reached the intersection her left nipple again
started buzzing. She now realized that the stimulation only happened when she
stood at the intersection and she paused for a while. What was so special about
this specific corner? She stood around, trying to look as casual as one could
while having your nipple played with. She turned to her left and suddenly both
her nipples were being stimulated. Gasping at the wonderful sensation she
realized that she was being directed. Curious to test her theory she turned
around and both nipples went quiet. Turning to her right her suspicions were
confirmed as only her right nipple was being stimulated. She turned back down
the street and again both nipples were being stimulated.
Sharon had walked two blocks and she was in heaven. Both her nipples were being
steadily and relentlessly rubbed and she was so high she could come at any
moment. She longed for the dildo to join in the fun, but she had to be content
with only her nipples working. As was now the norm she'd become intensely aware
of the suit. Normally she could go around and not even think about it, just
like she would any other piece of cloth- ing. But in situations like these she
grew aware of every inch of it's confining surface. She could feel the hard
dome between her legs as her inner thighs rubbed over the smooth polished
surface. She could feel the tight restriction around her waist, the pressure of
her ribs pressing into the stiff gauze. She could feel the strip over her
spine, gently resisting her body's motion as she walked. She could feel the
hard cups of the bra, cupping her breasts like the firm hands of a lover. She
rolled her head and her neck rubbed against the tight collar circling it. She
rolled and swayed her hips and her sex responded as the faint- est tremors of
movement were passed on to the dildo. Soon she realized that although pleasant
she was not going to be able to come while walking. She spotted a bench and sat
down, only to find that the stimulation immediately stopped.
As soon as she rose it returned and she continued on her way. She was floating
along on a plateau of pleasure, her breasts sending a steady flow of
stimulation down her body. She had to physically clinch her hands under her
arms to prevent them from roaming.
Suddenly the left nipple went quiet and she awoke from the erotic daze she'd
been in. She looked around and realized that she was now standing halfway down
a city block. Won- dering what was going on she turned right towards the street.
The left nipple started up again, but now both of them were buzzing very
slowly, just enough to keep her interested. She walked forward, but as soon as
she started crossing the road the stimulation disap- peared. Turning around she
walked back to the sidewalk and looked around. Only then did she notice the bus
stop.
Realizing what it meant she waited impatiently for the bus to arrive while the
suit slowly drove her to pieces. She'd hoped that the chance to rest would
allow her to come, but the slow pace of the brushes made sure she was only
simmering, not boiling.
After about fifteen minutes a bus arrived and she tried to board but as soon as
she climbed onto the bus the stimulation stopped. What in heavens name was
going on? She ignored the bus drivers exasperated look as she got off and as
soon as she got off the sensation returned. She was confused and frustrated and
for a few minutes she stood around looking impatient. When nothing happened she
sat down again, wishing with all her being that the stimulation would increase
it slow pace. After a few more minutes an- other bus arrived and this time the
stimulation increased before it had even stopped. Her legs weak with desire she
got eagerly on the bus and paid her fare. She walked to the back of the
deserted bus and sat down. The stimulation had returned in full force and as
she was seated she could sit back, close her eyes and give her nipples the
serious atten- tion they deserved. It was amazing how she could spend so long on
the brink of orgasm, the final climax just beyond her grasp. Looking to see if
anyone was watching she slid her hands underneath the jersey and stroked her
body. The smooth sensation of her hands sliding over hard metal brought her
back to reality.
She was obviously being guided, but where and why? With a start she realized
that he'd had to have been watching her in order to guide her along.
Frantically she searched out- side the bus for any sign of him, but nobody
seemed to be following the bus. The city was coming alive and there was already
too many cars around for her to be able to spot any single suspect. Realizing
that the effort was futile she gave it up and concentrated on her predicament.
He was playing with her like a small boy playing with a remote controlled car.
With the simple press of a button he could make her turn left or right, stop or
go. He had in effect his very own walking breathing robot that would do
whatever he wanted. Sharon had to admit that for the first time she was
participating willingly, nobody had forced her to follow the directions. Was
she becoming so addicted to sex that she would do anything to be stimulated?
Had she sold her soul to the devil? She wanted to tell herself no, but she
could not bear the thought of getting up and leaving the bus. She knew the
moment she got off the stimulation would stop.
While she'd been speculating the brushes had continued their devilish
stimulation and suddenly she knew she was going to come. She clenched her jaw
and pushed her legs out as it hit and waves of pleasure rolled over her body.
She could not stop a little growl from escaping and she blushed a deep red as
the bus driver looked at her in his mirror. Her sex was vigorously pumping the
silent dildo and she wished she could lay down to enjoy the sensation. She
still had her hands under her arms and it took an enormous effort not to let
them wander. Slowly the orgasm abated and she could relax her whole body. She
sighed a deep, satisfied sigh and melted into the seat, all the while grinning
like a Cheshire cat.
After a few seconds she noticed that the stimulation had not stopped and she
groaned as she realized it could go on for the whole day. The weeks of
continuous stimulation was still fresh in her memory and she was loathe to go
through that again. With her need satisfied she played with the idea of getting
off the bus but soon her body convinced her that it was ready for more.
Sharon sat staring out of the window, her jaw clenched so tight the muscles were
starting to ache. Her whole body was shivering and her brow was covered with
sweat. In the three quarters of an hour that she'd spent on the bus she'd come
twice and was well on her way to her third. She longed to get off the bus but
every time she rose to get off she'd receive a sharp shock in her abdomen.
Clearly only the beginning of her adventure had been vol- untary, from now on
there would be no turning back. She groaned as her tortured nipples send
shockwaves through her body. How the hell did he know when she tried to get off
the bus? She had the bus all to herself and yet every time she rose she'd be
shocked. Could it be the bus driver? She immediately dismissed the idea, he was
a elderly man with a bored look on his face. Clearly his joy came from his
grand-children, not his sex-life.
All of a sudden the tempo on her nipples changed. For two seconds one nipple
would be stimulated, then two seconds of silence, then two seconds on the other
side and so on. Clearly she was being signaled and for a moment she was
confused as to the meaning. They were heading into town and she realized this
meant she had to get off. She rose and this time she didn't get a shock.
Sharon stood looking as the bus pulled away and she shivered in the cold. She'd
been dropped off near the docks and this was a bad part of town. Already she'd
drawn the at- tention of some scaly looking characters across the road. They
were probably pimps or drug dealers and she blushed as they laughed and pointed
to her. Suddenly she was not so happy to be wearing tight ski-pants or that the
suit made her breasts large enough to be appreciated even under a baggy jersey.
Her right nipple came alive and she turned to walk down the street. By the time
she'd walked half a block she was all worked up again and her audience was
forgotten.
She leaned against a pole and almost cried in humiliation and anger. She'd been
walking now for almost two hours and her feet was killing her. A shock warned
her that resting wasn't allowed and she continued on her way. Every time she
tried to rest she'd be shocked and she'd have to continue. If there had been a
purpose to her trek she could've understood but she'd been zigzagging around
the city like a drunk aimlessly wandering around. He was playing with her,
sending up and down the streets of the city in a endless wander. It was
extremely humiliating and frustrating to feel like somebody's toy. The feel- ing
of impotence as she wandered without a clue as to where she was going really
stuck in her throat. She had no choice but to obey and could do nothing to
resist. Besides, her body had turned traitor.
She was on a raw edge of desire but her wanderings never ceased and she wasn't
al- lowed to come. Her sex was swollen and ready, her juices making the dildo
slick as she rolled her hips in an attempt to get some friction going. Every
part of her throbbed with the potent mix of exhaustion and arousal. She had
nothing to occupy her mind and images of him standing around the corner, the
remote control in his hand, kept flashing through her mind.
She'd wandered out of the bad part of town into the heart of the city. Twice
she'd passed her office building as he led her on her drunken journey. All of a
sudden, as quickly as it had arrived, the stimulation stopped. For several
seconds she stood around, looking lost and confused. She let out a grateful
sigh and sat down on a nearby bench. Her feet and legs were throbbing with the
abuse and she leaned back to rest. After a few minutes the throbbing in her
feet gave way to a different kind of throbbing. She groaned a frustrated groan
as she realized what was in store. Her body's needs had not been met and for the
rest of the day it was going to keep on nagging her about it.
She looked around carefully to see if she'd missed anything but there was no
sign of what she was to do next. She felt very confused. Her mind was ranting
and raving about the humiliation of being led about like some dog on a leash,
but another, stranger part of her was disappointed that the game was over. She
sighed, she knew herself well enough by now to know which one of the voices
would come to her in the dark hours of the night when she lay bound in her bed.
She stood up and hailed a taxi, she might as well go home.
Sharon entered her apartment and cursed as she realized she'd forgotten to do
her shop- ping. She felt too tired to venture out again and she tossed the keys
onto the kitchen counter. By now it was second nature to undress as soon as she
entered the apartment and by the time she'd reached the bedroom the jersey was
already off and she was reaching for the strap of her shoes. She froze in mid
pose, her mouth hanging open in surprise. A large white box was sitting on her
bed, neatly bound with a broad red ribbon. She forgot the shoe and looked
carefully around the empty apartment but she was alone. She slowly walked to
the box, looking at it as if it would jump up and bite her. She gingerly sat
down next to the box and pulled the bow open. Holding her breath she lifted the
lid off and stared inside. It contained a dark red dress and with a start she
realized it was the same dress that she and Anette had been admiring in the
boutique. Amazed she lifted it out of the box and measured it over her body. It
was the right size and she quickly stepped up to the mirror to look at herself.
The dress was even more attractive than what she'd remembered and suddenly she
was eager to feel it on her body. She quickly got rid of the shoes and ski pant
and was about to put the dress on when she realized how dirty she was. A couple
of hours of walking had not been kind and she could feel her arms and thighs
slide over the suit at those parts where it touched. It would be unthinkable to
ruin the dress with her sweat and dirt and she quickly jumped into the shower.
Sharon stood next to the bed, her wet hair wrapped in a towel. While showering
she'd had time to think about the implications of the unexpected delivery and
she came to a very disturbing conclusion - her fate had been affected by more
than one person. Clearly the same man could not have followed her about town
and break into the house at the same time. That meant two or more people had
been involved all along. The thought made her very nervous and for the first
time in several months she again felt truly threatened. To be owned by one
person was personal and intimate, to have more people involved made her truly a
toy. She sat down on the bed and quietly sobbed, the tears coming freely as she
envisioned a group of men laughing and haggling over her fate.
After a while the tears dried and as has happened so many times before she could
only sigh in surrender. If there had been anything she could've done she would
have done it ages ago. Her inability to resist didn't make her burden any
easier, it just meant that she had no choice. Again she sighed and decided it
was time to try out her present. It no longer had the allure that it had
previously but she was still curious. She lifted it and for the first time
looked at it's back. During her shower it had occurred to her that she might
never be able to wear the garment, after all it's open back was hardly suitable
to be worn in pub- lic. She was therefore very relieved to see that it had been
slightly modified. The key-hole back had been covered with two layers of
fabric. The outer layer was a gauzy fabric with the same color as the body of
the dress. Underneath it was another fabric that had the color of flesh. A
small black zipper ran up the spine and under the velvety collar. A few of the
familiar plastic strips had been sewn in as well and she could confidently wear
the dress in public without fear of being found out. She un-zipped the dress
and stepped in- side. As she pulled it up over her body she could not help but
notice that the day's ad- venture still had a lingering affect on her body and
she was intensely aware of the soft fabric riding up over her skin. She
squeezed her arms down the narrow sleeves and her middle fingers into the
little loops provided. The bodice was tight and showed every curve of her body,
had it not been for the velvet it would have looked as if she wasn't wearing a
bra. She pulled her usual stunt with the coat hanger on the zipper and closed
the collar around her neck, tucking the plastic wings into place. Finally she
stepped up to the mirror and looked herself over. The effect was a little
spoilt by the towel around her head but there was no doubt that she looked
spectacular. She twirled and the light danced over the velvet as she moved. She
rubbed her hands down her sides and was rewarded with the wonderful sensation
of her hand sliding over the smooth, soft velvet. The chiffon twirled and
billowed around her as she moved and she loved the feel of it rubbing against
her skin.
For several minutes she oohed and aahed over the image shining back from the
mirror but soon the novelty wore off. She returned to the bed and sat down, her
hands playing with the hem of the dress. Last night she would have jumped at
the chance to take her new dress out for a spin - her time spent on the beach
and in the bondage club had given her back her confidence. But today had
brought new insights and worries. What did the gift mean? What new tasks was
she going to have to perform? Where was all of this leading? She looked down at
the ribbon that lay discarded on the floor. One thing was for certain - she
would find out soon enough.
