Story - The Suit, Chapter IX - BDSM, Mf

THE SUIT

Chapter IX

She stood looking at the wall for a moment, unsure of which whip to
use. Finally she smiled and took the cat-o-nine-tails off the wall.
It’s longs strands of woven leather swung lazily as she tested it’s
grip. Satisfied she walked over to the bench and looked down at her
bound victim. He was admiring her she posed with her hand on her hip,
the whip twitching slightly. Her latex catsuit left nothing to the
imagination and already she could see his pathetic little cock begin
to stir. The light danced over her perfect curves as she slowly walked
around his body, his eyes following her every move. The high boots she
was wearing had 6” heels, making her hips gyrate with every step.
Suddenly she lashed out with the whip, the strands snaking over his
bare flesh with a loud crack. She saw him scream into the gag, his
eyes bulging and his face turning red. She bent down, enjoying the
power she had over him. He was stretched over a hobble horse, his
naked hips and stomach exposed to her every whim. His hands and feet
were bound behind his back and several straps kept his arms and legs
bound to the horse. His cock didn’t appreciate the whip and it was
shrinking quickly. She straddled him and looked down into his face.
She slowly and deliberately rubbed her breasts with her black, gloved
hands. Her nipples were straining against the tight latex and she
played and teased them, licking her lips suggestively. His cock was
coming alive again and she slowly lowered her abdomen until it was
hovering inches over the hard, throbbing flesh. Teasing him her hips
made large lazy circles just out of his reach. She jumped up and
stepped onto his chest. The bastard didn’t deserve her, not after what
he’d done. She liked teasing him however, just to show him what he’d
be missing. He was a rotten boss and a even worse person. "Would you
like some?" she said in her most seductive voice, indicating her pussy
by rubbing it shamelessly. He nodded eagerly and moaned through the
gag. She stepped off her chest, gratified by the marks her sharp heels
were leaving. She placed her gloved hand on his cock, feeling his hard
exited manhood quiver. She slowly bent over, making sure he caught
full sight of her latex covered breasts. Slowly she bent over till her
head was only inches from his face. She purred over him, her hot body
hovering ever so close to his skin. "Well" she said in a voice that
just about dripped sexuality "You can’t have any you FUCK!"

Sharon stood still for a moment and listened. All she could hear was
the rustling of the wind and the chirping of birds in the trees. She
was by no means a woodsman, but she felt pretty confident that she was
not being followed. That meant he was probably already waiting for
her. Looking at her watch she saw that she had been walking for almost
half an hour. She had another hour left to complete her tasks and she
had no idea how much further she still had to go. She had been
climbing a steep hill and was sweating buckets. The tight collar of
the tracksuit was bothering her and she decided to unzip the top,
there was nobody around that would be able to see the suit. She
shifted the weight of the backpack she was carrying and continued up
the mountain. 
The backpack contained the devices and instructions she had received
the previous week. It had stated that she was to rise early on
Saturday morning and dress for a hike. She was then to pack the
devices in a backpack and also to include food and water. The
instructions included a map with a spot marked with an X. 
The X turned out to be next to a road in the middle of a large nature
reserve. The instructions had stated that she should arrive no later
than half past six in the morning. Arriving at the spot she had found
a small enclave where she could hide her car. After hiding the car she
had followed a foot-path down to a river where the next set of
instructions had been taped to the under-side of a small bridge. The
new set of instructions had ordered her to cross the bridge, follow
the trail and then look for a cliff face. She’d located the cliffs
easily and had started walking up the steep hill towards them. The
route was taking her away from the path and any other signs of
civilization. Blazing her own trail through rough terrain she slowly
made her way up the mountain.

It took her another twenty minutes before she reached the cliff.
Turning around she saw that she was now well above the road and a
beautiful valley was sprawled out in front of her. All she could see
of civilization was the distant road as it wound it’s way down the
valley. Sharon found that the sweating had again made here slippery
and uncomfortable. She sat down on a rock and looked around. She was
in an isolated part of the reserve and it was unlikely she would be
discovered. She looked down at her chest and the metal suit. It was
the first time she had ever been “naked” outside of her house. She was
amazed that she was both horrified and aroused by the thought of being
discovered. 
Suddenly she realized that the suit must be shining like a mirror for
all to see. Quickly she zipped the tracksuit shut. Blushing deeply at
the thought of somebody seeing the reflection she got up and looked
around. She could not see a tree with a ribbon around it so she
followed the base of the cliff. After a few minutes she found the tree
and another set of instructions. 

Taking the backpack off her shoulder she placed it on the ground and
zipped it open. She first took out a bottle of water and drank deeply.
Sitting down on a nearby rock she read the instructions. First she had
to search for a black hook attached to the tree. After a brief search
she discovered the hook hanging from a high branch in the tree. She
was supposed to attach a red ring to the hook in the tree. She opened
the back-pack and removed a large black box. On one end was a bright
red ring while on the other there was a blue hook. At her house Sharon
had discovered that the blue hook was attached to a thin metal cable
that pulled into the box. She could pull the blue hook out but as soon
as she let go it drew back into the box. 
With a resigned sigh Sharon started climbing the tree. The weight of
the box and her tired muscles did not make it easy and she battled to
reach the hook in the tree. After a long struggle she managed to hook
the red ring onto the tree and start down again. The instructions had
told her to pull the blue hook down with her and she was soon on the
ground again, blue hook in hand. She wrapped the hook around a branch
to prevent it from pulling up again and read further. Next she was to
take off all her clothes. Sharon did not at all like the sound of
that, but she knew that she had no choice. Looking up she realized
that she was still visible from the road. The only salvation was that
the large tree threw ample shadow and that she would no longer shine
like a mirror. Standing behind the trunk of the tree her shaking hands
got to work on the tracksuit. She could not resist the urge to cover
herself with her hands and she stood behind the tree watching the
road. Sharon knew she was being irrational but she still felt naked
and exposed. Careful not to come out from behind the tree she removed
her shoes and socks. She finally plucked up the courage to remove her
pants as well. Standing behind the tree she realized that she’ left
the instructions on a rock on the other side of the tree. 
Cursing she crouched down and crept to the rock. Retrieving the
backpack and instructions she was soon seated behind the tree. With
her legs drawn up tight against her body she waited for her heartbeat
to settle down. 
It was amazing how aware she suddenly was of the suit. For months
she’d been wearing the garment, getting so used to it that she forgot
of it’s existence. And yet, sitting outside in the cool air it fit
about as well as a new shoe. She could feel every seam, every bump in
it’s surface. She briefly rubbed the hard dome - was the dildo
suddenly feeling larger? She leaned her head back and rested for a
moment before continuing with her tasks.

Her next instruction was to put on a harness. She retrieved the jumble
of straps and inspected it. The harness was made of black material
that looked and felt like the safety belts you find in cars. Reading
the instructions she started to put the harness on. First she had to
find two straps that were joined by two metal clasps, a small one in
front and a larger on at the back. There were several clasps and
straps in the jumble of the harness but after a while she located the
right ones. As soon as she lay the two short straps over her shoulders
she understood how the harness worked. She did it up, referring to the
instructions to make sure she was doing it right.
The harness had three belts circling her body and a strap over each
shoulder. There was a belt just below her armpits, another just under
her breasts and a broad one around her waist. Each belt had a metal
clasp at the front and another at the back. Short sections of strap
ran vertically from each clasp to the next. Together these short
sections formed a long belt that ran from between her shoulder blades,
down her spine, between her legs, over her stomach up to her cleavage.
Two straps ran from her hip bones, down her rump to between her legs
where they crossed over and continued up her stomach to the opposite
hip. 
She twisted and turned her body, making sure everything was in place
comfortably. Looking down at herself she thought how ironic it was
that she was wearing not one, but two bondage garments. 
Sitting down she read further. Now she had to retrieve the blue hook
and hook it onto the clasp between her shoulder blades. Looking around
she realized that she would again have to expose herself to get to the
hook. Rushing to the branch she grabbed the hook and brought it back
with her. Once safe behind the tree she struggled to reach behind her
and get to the clasp over her shoulder blades. After a while she
managed to hook it in place and it clicked home. She was now tethered
to the tree and she felt a chill run down her spine. Although she
could remove the hook and harness she suspected that pretty soon she’d
be helpless. Next she had to fix two leather cuffs around her ankles.
They were fixed to each other and would allow no movement at all.
Testing the cuffs she found them tight but comfortable. 
The instructions told her to eat and drink as much as she could. She
finished the sandwiches she had brought and drank a lot of water. 
She finished reading the instructions and sighed. The next part was
easy but worrying. Taking a leather harness from the backpack she
placed it over her head. It was a complicated blindfold and gag
combination similar to the one she’d been wearing each night. It had a
standard leather blindfold that covered the eyes with two large eye
patches and fastened at the base of the skull. A triangular rubber gag
completely filled her mouth with two grooves for her teeth to bite
into. Everything attached to a broad collar around her neck. It slid
over easily and fit quite comfortably. Sitting in the dark Sharon felt
very lonely and vulnerable. She almost took the blindfold off again,
but in the end she calmed down. Finally she was calm enough to do the
last step. 
She had to grope around a bit to find the cuffs that would bind her
hands. They were made from the same material as the suit but had a
soft inner lining. They were the only part of her ensemble she could
not unlock. They were connected to each other by a thick black box.
She suspected the box housed the mechanism that would unlock the cuffs
when the time was right. A short metal tube pointed out from the box
in a T shape and it had a strange point at the end. She fastened the
shackles to a clasp in the small of her back by pressing the strange
point into a hole in the clasp. They stuck out from the harness and
she could imagine them looking like a bow-tie sitting in the small of
her back. Sighing she paused before she placed her wrists in the
cuffs. The moment those cuffs snapped shut she would be unable to free
herself again. She would need her tormentor to free her, or she would
die. 
She sighed and placed her wrists in the cuffs. She backed up until she
felt the rough bark of the tree against her shoulders. Backing up
against the tree she pushed the first cuff closed. With a soft, morbid
click it closed. She paused for several moments and then pressed
again. A shiver ran up her spine as she heard the second click. 

Sharon was becoming seriously worried. The last instruction was for
her to be ready and waiting by 8 am. She had forgotten to check her
watch before she bound herself, but by her reckoning there could not
have been more than a half an hour left until that time. That meant
that he should have been there ages ago. At first she had just sat
there, waiting. After a while she became bored and she kept herself
busy by testing the restraints. She was truly and thoroughly bound,
with not the slightest hope of escape. After a while she had even
calmed down enough to start fantasizing. She daydeamt of being rescued
by a big handsome ranger. Finding her bound and gagged in the middle
of nowhere he would drag her off to his cabin where he would make love
to her until she could stand it no more. Or maybe he would decide not
to free her immediately, but keep her tethered to the tree, all the
while fucking her brains out. 
Realizing that she was just torturing herself she decided to think
about something else. But her body would not be put of so easily. Her
backside was aching from the long sit and she rolled over onto her
side. She could feel the wet slickness of her pussy, and the foreign
object within. Lying on her side she tried to ignore the sensation but
the movement had made her aware of the steady pull of the wire
attached to her back. It got her going again and she groaned in
frustration. Finally she had managed to doze for a bit. She woke with
a start and tried to sit up. For a moment she panicked in confusion
and then the memory of the morning came flooding back. 

Relaxing she tried to roll onto her back but the huge clasps and wire
made that uncomfortable. With difficulty she managed to sit up and
lean against the tree. She was now certain that he was late, it would
be well into the afternoon by now. She listened intently for any sound
of him, but all that she could hear was the slight breeze rustling the
leaves in the tree. She was just about to doze off again when a loud
beeping sound frightened the shit out of her. It sounded like an
electronic watch alarm. She hardly had time to think when it stopped
and a whirring sound took it’s place. The next moment something was
slowly pulling her backwards. In a blind panic she tried to get away,
but it was futile. She was ever so slowly being dragged across the
ground! She struggled with all her might but it was no use. After a
moment she remembered where she was and she realized that the cable
was being reeled in. For a moment she calmed down and then she
realized she would be dragged into full view of the road. The thought
was so horrifying she fell into another panic and she again tried to
get away. She could feel herself being dragged around the trunk of the
tree, the rough bark scarping against her skin. She kicked and
screamed, but the gag made her sound like a little kitten mewing in
the dark. She tried to roll away, but like a fish on a hook she could
just move sideways. At last she realized that she must now be in full
view of the road. She struggled until she was so tired she could just
lie there. Sobbing she could do nothing but be dragged along. 

At long last she could feel by the angle of the pull that she was now
right under the hook. Slowly she was being hoisted upwards and she
could hear the pitch of the electric motor change as it took the
strain. It felt like hours went by as she slowly rose inch by inch.
She managed to get her feet under her and stood up. Realizing that
there was nothing she could do to resist she just waited for the
machine to whine away. After what felt like another eternity she felt
the harness starting bite into her fork as it was pulled upwards. Soon
she was dangling from the end of the wire with only her toes touching
the ground, and then it was gone. She felt herself twist slowly around
as she dangled at the end of the wire. 
She was still being hoisted upwards and as the time passed her mind
began playing tricks on her. She felt certain she had reached the end
of the cable, but it just kept on going. She started thinking that
somebody had repositioned the hook in a higher branch while she had
been sleeping, and that she was now dangling yards above the ground.
She could just not believe how long the motor kept going, and she was
about to think she was going crazy when it suddenly stopped. Dangling
in the wind she listened to the sudden and deafening silence. She
calmed down and tried hard not to think of the road. Instead she tried
to analyze her predicament. She was hanging from a wire in the middle
of nowhere. She was gagged and bound and utterly helpless. She had no
food or water and no idea as to what would happen next. She did not
even know if she would ever come down from this tree again. All she
could do was hang there. 
Sharon realized that the position of the hook on the harness had her
slumped over forwards. Like a old man with a cane she was bending
forward in a bow. She could feel the tight pressure as her weight bore
down on the small section of flesh between her legs. Although some
weight was being carried by the strap around her waist, most was
carried by her fork. Sharon also noticed that despite all the weight
on that section of the suit she could still not feel any pressure on
her mound, instead the pressure was being transmitted to the flesh on
either side. Tired and worn out she dropped her head. Soon she was
dozing again.