Chapter XXIX
Sharon slowly came to life and she stretched out with a happy, satisfied yawn.
For the first time since she'd discovered the suit she had a good night's rest
without any appliances invading her body, no cuffs binding her limbs, no little
cables plugged into the wall, noth- ing. Yes - she was still wearing the
skeleton suit but without the strategic domes in the way that hardly counted.
With a happy sigh she cupped her breasts and teased them until they were rock
hard and aching. They were still tender from the previous night's mastur- bation
but she didn't care, this was too good an opportunity to pass up. Her pussy
quiv- ered invitingly and she allowed herself the unbelievable luxury of playing
with her clit. She took it slow and steady, for once dictating her own pace
rather then being dictated to.
Sharon giggled to herself, how many times had she masturbated in the last twelve
hours? She had no idea, she'd lost count some time during the night. Her
appetite had been insa- tiable and she'd finally slipped off to dreamland with
her palms lying on top of her breasts, exhaustion demanding that she give her
body a chance to recover.
Slowly her hands roamed her flesh, tickling here, pulling and pinching there.
Her torso slowly started squirming on the bed as she twisted and turned in the
throes of her passion. She slowly started to climb the hill, her body and
instinct taking over from her conscious mind.
Just as she was about to reach orgasm the door opened and David came walking
into the room. Too far gone to stop herself she rolled away but continued with
her stimulation, her face blood red from shame.
With a hard shudder she finally came, the electrifying shock waves running up
and down her spine.
When it was done she lay with her back to him, waiting for some kind of remark.
Her breath caught in her throat as she felt his hand on her ankle and she
turned around to watch him sit down. For a while he sat next to her, his hand
resting quietly on her leg. He was looking down at the floor and seemed to be
in deep thought.
After several minutes of anxiously waiting Sharon finally drew her leg back from
his grasp and sat upright in the bed. Despite the many times he'd seen her
naked she still felt the need to draw the covers over her body. David seemed
not to notice, his gaze still firmly stuck to the floor. It was obvious
something was bothering him and she wasn't sure if it had anything to do with
him catching her in the act.
After several more minutes during which nothing happened she finally grew bored
and stood up from the bed. With a final glance she entered the bathroom and
started her daily cleansing ritual.
Sharon emerged from the bathroom to discover that David had left the room. She
couldn't understand what was up with him, it seemed as if he had something on
his mind but he couldn't bring himself to say it.
Whatever it was she wasn't going to push the issue, thus far he'd done whatever
he felt like doing anyway.
Her bed had been made and several articles of clothing had been laid out upon
it. While still toweling her hair she walked to the bed and quickly looked each
item over. There was a strange leather garment that looked like a combination
body suit and corset. It was made entirely from dark brown leather that looked
heavy and hard. The garment was sleeveless but had a high, narrow neckline that
could be closed with a buckle at the front. From her neck down it would cover
her entire torso and it seemed to be cut along the same lines as the metal
suit. Besides the buckle around the collar there were another twelve horizontal
leather straps that each had to be closed with a big brass buckle. The straps
ran down the front of the garment and became progressively narrower so that it
created a V effect down the front of her body. The V reached all the way from
her shoul- ders down to her belly button. The sides of the garment was layered
and seemed to be ribbed in the same manner a corset would be.
There was also a long, flowing leather skirt, tanned the same dark brown as the
top. It would fasten around her waist with a big brass buckle at the front.
From the cut she could see that the skirt would be very tight around her waist
and buttocks but would flare out once it reached her thighs. From the length
she guessed it would hang down all the way to the floor.
There was also a set of matching leather boots, so long that she immediately
knew they would cum up all the way to her thighs. The heels were extremely long
and the toes pointed. The boots looked like they would be torture to wear and
she didn't relish the thought of putting them on. A set of black stockings
accompanied the boots.
Also on the bed was a strange white bodysuit. Its torso was sheer and looked
like expen- sive lingerie but its full-length sleeves were made from puffy
linen. The garment was ac- cessed from the bottom and closed with small metal
hooks between her legs. Finally there was a simple cotton g-string and some
golden ear rings.
Sharon finished with her hair and returned to the bed. Starting with the
g-string she slowly got dressed, thorough inspecting each garment before she
put it on. The panty was quite ordinary and because she was used to the wire
through her crack she was used to it.
After the panty she put on the bodysuit. There was nothing sinister about the
garment but as she adjusted and smoothed it down she wondered why the sleeves
were so much at odds with the rest of the suit. They weren't sheer at all and
looked more like the normal puffy sleeves of a linen shirt.
Following the suit she put on the two stockings. They were the silicone kind
that stuck to her upper thighs and didn't need a garter belt. She loved the
feel and the look of a nice pair of stockings.
Sliding her hands up and down her legs she smoothed them out until they were
perfectly even and smooth. They made her legs look gorgeous and she felt like a
million bucks. She got off from the bed and made a few turns in front of the
mirror. The white suit and black stockings made a startling contrast as she
posed for herself in the mirror.
Ignoring the aching in her breasts she returned to the bed and inspected the
leather suit. As she'd suspected it was stiff and heavy, its polished leather
sides hard with the ribbing inside. Although the garment looked new she could
well imagine it being worn by some- body deep in the Middle Ages.
She loosened all the buckles and shoved her hands inside. David's garments
always held some little unexpected surprise and she was pleased but puzzled to
discover that this out- fit was the exception to the rule. There were no dildos,
no ribbing, nothing that could drive her crazy with desire while she wore the
garment. With a resigned sigh she climbed into the garment and pulled it up. It
was a bit of a struggle to pull the narrow waist over her hips but once she was
past that point it went easy. The garment was snug and obviously custom made,
but with her already clinched waist she hardly noticed the snug fit.
She started fastening the buckles and wasn't in the least bit surprised to
notice that each strap had only one hole in it, dictating how tight it had to
be pulled. It was a bit of a strug- gle pulling against the straps but she
managed without too much swearing and cursing. The garment was particularly
tight over her naked breasts and she twisted and turned her body to get
everything settled in place.
Unlike the domes she'd been wearing the pressure was directly onto her nipples
and she was acutely aware of how tight her breasts were being held. She
finished by closing the collar around her neck and walking back to the mirror.
The sight in the mirror reminded her of those red breasted toy soldiers you see
in the shops and on the movies. A thick and stiff layer of leather straps
crossed her chest from her throat down to her stomach. The body suit's puffy
sleeves made it look as if she was wearing a shirt underneath, the dazzling
white fabric in stark contrast with the dark leather of the corset. The tight
straps over her chest and the shine from the polished brass soon had her going.
The faint smell of leather reminded her of her own toys and her hands roamed
over her body as she daydreamt about her previous adventures.
With a deep sigh and a shudder she forced herself back to reality and she
returned to the bed. The boots took a lot of struggling to put on and when she
was finally able to zip them up she felt as if she was standing on stilts. If
it weren't for the stiff ankles she would cer- tainly have toppled over, as it
was she moved around slowly and unsteadily. The pointed shoes were torture on
her toes and the stiff leather resisted her as she tried to bend her legs.
Everything about the boots was uncomfortable and she seriously considered taking
them off. The only thing that prevented her was the reflection in the mirror.
She looked spectacular. The boots formed and held her legs, the high heels
making her look even taller than what she really was.
She looked like something out of a fashion catalog, the boots and corset
combining to create a dazzling effect. The lacy band of the stockings stuck out
above the edge of the boots, giving her image a feminine touch.
After another long session of admiring herself she finally returned to the bed
and retrieved the skirt. It was much lighter and supple than it looked and she
loved the cool feeling as she stroked her hand over the surface. Stepping into
the skirt was a problem because she couldn't bend her legs enough to bend down.
In the end she settled for sitting on the bed and laboriously pulling the skirt
up her stiff legs. Holding on to the skirt she stood up and pulled it up to her
hips. The skirt was much tighter over her hips and buns than she'd an- ticipated
and she couldn't get used to the strange sensation as the it held her in its
firm embrace. It wasn't unpleasant, just weird. It was much tighter than any
other garment she'd ever worn and she decided she liked the feeling.
Surprisingly walking wasn't made any harder by the skirt and after walking
around the room a bit she began feeling confi- dent that she could stay upright
in her new boots.
Sharon did her hair up, applied a light layer of makeup and put the jewelry on.
It was a simple but elegant set of earrings and three thin bracelets, all made
from gold. Finally ready she walked up to the mirror and looked herself over
one last time. She actually looked pretty 'normal'. With the leather skirt and
corset on she looked like some english duke's daughter on her way to the
stables for an afternoon of fox hunting. Smiling to her- self she gave a final
turn and headed for the door.
Sharon slowly walked into the main living room of the house. The guider was once
more following her like an obedient lap dog, it's oiled gears wooshing softly
behind her. She'd only remembered the guider when she'd tried to open the door
and it had refused. It had been fitted with a simple waist belt that locked
automatically as soon as she'd put it on. Once the belt had been put on the
door had unlocked and she'd been free to leave the room.
David was standing in the kitchen frying some eggs and bacon. The table had
already been set and her mouth watered as she spotted the fruit and cereal laid
out on it. David glanced around for a moment and then did a double take. She
couldn't help but smile as he turned around completely and gave her outfit a
good hard examination.
"Morning." She said, blushing deeply as she remembered their meeting that
morning.
"You look spectacular" he said as he walked up to her. He held her in a firm
embrace as he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"I'd known that outfit would suit you, just not how well." he continued as he
stepped back.
A little shaken by the warm greeting she just nodded and walked to the table.
David held the chair for her and she slowly sat down.
"Help yourself to some cereal, the eggs will be done in a moment." he said as he
returned to the stove.
Sharon was encouraged by the friendly atmosphere and slightly puzzled as to what
had changed his mood. As she added some milk to her cereal she decided to take
advantage of the situation.
"We need to talk." She said, carefully watching his reaction.
David was standing with his back turned to her and she could see his shoulders
stiffen. After several seconds during which he kept his back turned and his
hands busy with the eggs he nodded.
"Yes, I suppose we do." He replied, turning around with a plate of eggs.
"My leave is almost over. Did you intend letting me go back to work or am I now
a perma- nent fixture in your house?" David carried the food to the table and
seated himself oppo- site her.
"If you had a choice what would you choose?" he asked.
Her mouth opened to answer but then her brain kicked in and she closed it again.
What did she want? Certainly not to be somebody's sex slave.
But did she want to go back to her old life? Her shitty job and her small
apartment? Her boring old life where the most exciting prospect was the
choosing of her wedding gown? She was rapidly growing to old for adventure,
hell she'd already given up on going to Europe some day. Could she give up the
adrenaline rush she'd been living on the last few months? Every time she'd
glimpsed the suit in the mirror her heart would jump, her breath catch in her
throat. Yes it's had been frustrating, and scary, and humiliating. But it had
also been exciting beyond her wildest dreams. She'd done things she'd never have
imag- ined, let alone consider doing.
She looked up at David as he poured himself some cereal. Would leaving him be
forever? That she'd never see him again? For some strange reason she would miss
him. He'd been her constant companion for close on a year, watching over her,
caring for her, pro- tecting her. Could she simply let it all go?
"Are you saying I have a choice?" she asked and her pulse raced as she waited
for the answer.
"We always have choices." He replied cryptically through a mouth full of cereal.
"Even when it doesn't seem like we do."
"What does that mean? That you'll let me go completely free? Allow me to go back
to my old life?"
"Maybe." He said, frustrating her no end.
"And risk me going to the police? Risk everything you have worked for." She said
skepti- cally.
"Would you go to them?" he said, looking her in the eye.
"Maybe." She said, playing his game right back at him. "But what is it that you
want?" she said, throwing the ball back in his court. He had to think about it
for a while before an- swering.
"I want you to stay." He said. "I have grown... fond of you. I want you to be my
companion and playmate and lover. But I want you here on your own free will. I
have told you before, I don't want or need a slave. I don't want to control
your every breath, own your every thought. I want you to have your own life, to
retain control of your own affairs." He shifted to his other side and hooked
his arm over the back of the chair.
"But at the same time I want to have the final say. I want to own your chastity,
your movements, your choice in clothes. I want to keep you on a very long, very
flexible, but ultimately unbreakable leash. I want to know that even though you
make your own deci- sions that I can always over-ride them."
She nodded and looked down. In many ways he was still an enigma but this she'd
already figured out for herself.
"David, you are asking me to become a toy." She said earnestly. "You are asking
me to willingly give my mind and body over to you and I just don't think I can
do that. What kind of life would I lead if you held all the cards? How could I
live with myself knowing I'm just another one of your precious pets?"
"I know." He said. "But it won't be like that. For the last year I've been
getting to know you. I have lived with you, watched you, listened to you. As
I've told you before, I never in- tended to take it this far. Each step just
followed upon the next. But over the months something happened. I had gone from
mere curiosity to..." He looked down and for the first time since she'd met him
he looked uncertain. For a while they sat in silence as she waited for him to
continue. Without any warning he stood up and walked away from her.
"I'll start the process tonight." He said over his shoulder. "By Monday you'll
be rid of the suit."
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Sharon stood with her back turned to her car, the engine ticking quietly as it
cooled down. In front of her rose the colossal building where she worked.
People were pouring into the lobby like ants returning from a foray, each too
concerned with their own little lives to even give her a second glance. Did
they even know of the other world out there? That world where money and power
and the struggle to win had absolutely no meaning? What did these so-called
power brokers know about real power? How would they react to some- body like
David? What would they say if they heard about the life she'd led? She looked
up to the twenty-third floor. Had she made the right decision? Was she going to
regret it for the rest of her life? What if it had been the biggest mistake
she'd ever made? She thought back to the moment she and David had said goodbye.
They had embraced, kissed, and then so quietly she had almost missed it he'd
whispered in her ear "I love you." Squaring her shoulders she took hold of her
briefcase and slowly started walking towards the big revolving doors. The
briefcase was light, after all it contained only one en- velope. In the envelope
was a letter to her boss, her resignation typed in one brief formal paragraph.
The decision to resign had been easy for her, no matter what had happened over
the last couple of months she knew things would never have worked out with her
boss. David and his suit had just proven her point for her that's all. It was
time to make a change, to grab hold of her destiny with both hands and do what
she wanted to do, rather than what life expected of her.
As she entered the revolving door she stumbled for a moment and her eyes glazed
over. The brushes had unexpectedly come to life and it took her a second before
she could re- gain control of herself. She'd begged David not to replace the
domes and other accesso- ries but he'd been unflinching. She'd almost backed out
of her decision but the pact had been made, all bets were now off. She smiled
quietly to herself in the lift, she had to be mad! What the hell was she
getting herself into? After their conversation over breakfast everything had
gone wrong. David had returned to his cool, controlled self. She couldn't seem
to breach the walls and she'd truly though it was over. She'd return to her old
life and her adventure would all be a dim memory. It was only that night that
she'd finally been able to face herself with the truth.
David had led her down to his secret room and had tied her to the bed. She'd not
resisted, after all he was going to free her, not do her harm. But as he'd
bound the leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles things had slowly started to
change. A strange nervous pit had formed in her stomach as he'd led her to the
center of the room. He'd raised her hands above her head and bound them to a
chain hanging from the ceiling. Tenderly and with great reverence he'd started
undressing her, his gaze riding over her curves like the ca- ress of the wind.
If David was calm and reserved she was exactly the opposite. The pit in her
stomach was getting worse and she somehow couldn't stand still, stepping around
as much as the chain on her wrists allowed. By the time she'd been stripped
she'd developed a strange shiver as if the room was freezing. She'd tried to
convince herself it was the ex- citement of being set free that had her going
but that excuse just didn't wash. David had released her hands and had carried
her to the bed. It was only when he'd gurgled some- thing to her that she'd
realized how tight she was holding on to him. He'd tenderly lowered her onto
the bed and within moments she was bound spread-eagle on the bed.
Lying on the bed with a pillow under her head she'd watched him come and go.
David had collected all the tools necessary to begin the process and had placed
them on the table next to her head. As she'd watched him move she'd suddenly
realized how dry her mouth felt. David had turned his back while he inspected
the tools and she'd stared at him as if she'd never seen him before. Once more
she'd tried to imagine life without him and for some reason her reaction had
been even worse than that morning. Had he drugged her or what? Why was she so
confused? Maybe he'd slipped something into the glass of wine they'd had that
evening before they came down. She tore her gaze away from his back and looked
up at her bound wrist. What was going on with her? Here she was bound on a bed
and it was his doing! For God's sake think of all the things he'd done to her!
Think of the humiliation and fear she'd had to endure. David turned back to her
and she watched as he held a strange implement in his hand. It was a weird
contraption made of steel rods and straps. He lowered the thing to her torso
and she'd squirmed nervously as he'd fas- tened it to her chest. From what she
could gather it's purpose was to stretch the suit open, the rods using the
leverage of her chest to open it up like a ripe orange.
David picked up the control and sat looking at her for a while. She couldn't
breathe as their eyes locked onto each other and he stared deep into her soul.
After several seconds he bowed his head and typed a long sequence of numbers
into the control. His finger hovered over the last key and he looked back up to
her again. For another eternity they watched each other and then he set the
control to one side.
Moving around the contraption he came to stand next to her and lowered his mouth
to hers. Their lips touched and she almost melted as they had the longest,
tenderest kiss she'd ever experienced in her life.
With a final sigh he withdrew from her and returned to the foot of the bed.
Picking up the control he paused for a moment and then he pressed the button.
"No wait." She said. "I need to think."
Sharon walked down the passage to her boss's door. The brushes were still doing
their thing and she cursed David as he sat in his big house, his eyes roaming
over the monitors that told him everything about her life. He had no intention
of making this easier for her it seemed. Didn't he realize how difficult this
was for her? Did he think abandoning her old life was a synch? As she stood
with her hand on the door doubt once more assailed her. Had she made the right
decision? Was she going to regret it? What did her future hold in store? David
had not been willing to answer any of her many questions and doubts, re- plying
to all her queries with a "Wait and see." Was she going to move in with him?
Wait and see. Was she going to keep working? Wait and see? How much longer was
she going to have to wear the suit? Wait and see. She closed her eyes and tried
to think clearly but the damn brushes were too distracting. Rather than
fighting it she decided to give in. For the first time she allowed herself to
enjoy the sensation, to feel it without fear or shame. She surrendered to the
sensation and ignored the rest of the world. So what if someone saw her? So
what if she was discovered? She refused to read anything into the stimula- tion,
to try and analyze its meaning. For quite a few minutes she stood there, just
concen- trating on the sensation flowing though her breasts. And as she opened
her eyes she suddenly realized that the world had changed. In one brief moment
everything had a dif- ferent meaning, a different purpose. She looked down at
her breasts and then out the window at the end of the passage.
"I love you too." She whispered to the distant hills and pushed the door open.
The End.
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