Sharon killed the alarm clock's insistent bleeping and sighed. She

rolled over on to her back and rubbed her eyes to wake up completely.

She'd had a restless night and her sleep had never reached the depths

necessary to dream. She groaned as two problems immediately presented

themselves. First she had a maddening itch all over her sex, and second

she had to take a dump. She rolled out of bed and stepped into the

bathroom, trying her best to ignore the itch. She seated herself on the

toilet and concentrated. After a while the urine started flowing and she

relaxed, enjoying the simple pleasure of urinating. Soon she was empty

and she waited patiently for the next part. She could feel the waste

inside her, ready to come out. The problem was the wire over her anus.

Her spinchter was clenched closed tightly, unwilling to relax. Sharon

tried to squeeze, but that hurt so she just sat there. She leaned back

against the toilet, closed her eyes and tried to relax the muscle. The

pressure was slowly building and she knew sooner or later it would

happen, there could be no other way. The itching around her sex was

slowly getting worse and it took all of her willpower not to try and

scratch it. Quite unexpectedly the feces started to emerge and again she

sighed in relief. She realized that her mind needed to be distracted for

mother nature to take it's course. Patiently she waited until she'd done

and she stood up. She could not avoid a curious glance into the toilet.

As she had expected each chunk was neatly split in half by the wire. She

cleaned herself and inspected the bottom of the suit with a small

mirror. She had to be very careful not to have any of the feces slip in

under the suit, if it reached her sex it could have disastrous medical

consequences. She was happy to see that the wire only flared into a

plate once it was well removed from her anus. Her suit differed from

conventional chastity belts in that it prevented rear entry into the sex

with the stem of the dildo, rather than a plate. Satisfied that she was

clean she stepped into the shower to cleans the rest of her body.

Sharon stood at her front door and took a deep breath. She opened the

door and peeked down the hall. She could not see anybody and the breath

in her lungs came out in a deep sigh of relief. She straightened her

back (figuratively), gathered her courage and stepped through the door.

Trying to act as normal as she could she locked the door and walked down

the passage. Rounding the corner at the end of the passage she saw two

young men standing at the elevator. All her courage disappeared and she

almost fled back to her apartment. Pausing for a moment she waited for

her heartbeat to settle. When she was finally calm enough she took a few

steps forward and stood in the corner of the foyer. Both men had noticed

her approach and as she stood looking at her feet she could hear them

softly whisper to each other. She blushed deeply as she imagined them

discussing her figure and again she almost fled. Instead she stood

quietly, longing for the elevator to arrive. Her clothes were all wrong,

but she had little choice in the matter. She was dressed in a brown

knitted bodysuit with long sleeves and high turtleneck. With the

bodysuit she wore a flowing gray skirt and pantyhose. On her feet she

wore dark brown pumps with modest 3 inch heels. The bodysuit was tight

and the knitted fabric stretched over her figure, revealing every curve.

She'd wanted to wear a dress but none of her dresses would cover her

chest and neck. She'd thought of combining a dress with the bodysuit,

but besides looking strange it would also be way to hot. It was going to

be a warm day and she could already feel her body growing hot under the

knitted wool and metal. She cursed her boss again, he had refused to

give her a few days off. She'd claimed that she was sick but he had

insisted on a doctor's note. He was clearly not happy that she'd taken

Friday off without telling anybody. As she stood waiting, her mind

started playing tricks on her. She grew convinced the men were

discussing her suit. They must be able to see it, after all it was just

below the surface of the bodysuit. Maybe there was a seam or ridge that

she'd not noticed. She glanced up at the men and caught sight of them

both staring intently at her breasts. She blushed even deeper and

started moving back to the passage when the elevator arrived. As the

doors opened she saw that it was almost full and her courage failed.

There was no way she would be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with

the other people. She could hear the surprised remarks as she fled

through the nearest door. It took her to the stairs and by the time she

had regained control of herself she had rushed down two flights. She

stopped and leaned against one of the walls, taking deep breaths of air.

Finally she felt calmer and she walked down the stairs at a normal rate.

She had another 14 flights of stairs to go and as she walked her mind

began to wander.

It took her six more flights before she realized that she was growing

seriously horny. She stopped for a moment and looked around. Certain

that she was alone she lifted the skirt and felt between her legs.

Already the stretched fabric of the bodysuit was damp, and she blushed

at the thought of walking around with her juices flowing. She realized

that the mere presence of the dildo was keeping her exited, whether she

noticed it or not. It was actually surprising that she could even walk

normally with her stuffed sex, but then it was a very thin dildo. When

she'd worn her own dildo's she had a tendency to roll her hips or waddle

like a duck. With the assistance of the strip down her spine and

restriction around her waist her posture had actually been very good. On

flat ground she could walk quite normally, however the steps had forced

her hips to roll, causing a small amount of friction. For a while she

wondered what she would do. In order to go back to the flat she would

have to use the elevator. She was already so late that climbing the

stairs back up would be disastrous. She was still trying to gather the

courage when she realized that her finger had slipped in between the

damp bodysuit and slippery dome. She withdrew her hand in angry disgust

and continued down the steps. What was it with her! She felt like a

nymphomaniac, unable to resist touching herself every five minutes!

Clenching her hands behind her back she continued down the stairs. For

now the sanitary pads in her car would have to solve the problem of the

damp.

Sharon finally reached the underground parking level and she sighed in

relief as she walked on the flat concrete floor. As people and cars

moved about the large open space she kept her head down and walked

straight to her car. She got in and leaned back in relief. The car

created the illusion of isolation and she closed her eyes for a moment.

Her sex was throbbing, both from the stairs and the itching. She could

also feel that a small amount of chafing between her thighs was going to

be inevitable. Already the skin right next to the dome was getting

inflamed. She again made sure nobody was watching and pulled her skirt

up. She released the clips of the bodysuit and stuck a sanitary pad over

the holes. Re-fastening the clips she straightened her skirt and applied

some deodorant for good measure. Before she could set off she had to

adjust her driving position, raising the back of the chair to compensate

for her spine's straight back. She set off into traffic, her nipples

throbbing mercilessly from all the activity.

Morning traffic was always heavy and she made her way slowly down the

streets of the city. A few blocks from her office building she came to a

stop behind a police cruiser. With a start she realized that she'd not

even considered going to the police. Why was that? Had she been robbed

or assaulted it would have been her first stop, why not now? The traffic

moved on and she had to concentrate on her driving so she dropped the

issue for now. Reaching her destination she parked and started walking

to the office. She worked as a junior accounts manager for a large

accounting firm. As she neared the office her trepidation grew. How was

she going to spend the day in the close company of other people? Her

stunt at the flat had already proven that she was in no position to deal

with people, she was still to ashamed and afraid. Standing outside her

building she pretended to rummage through some papers as she debated

with herself. She could leave now, go home and claim she was to sick to

come in, no matter what the boss said. After all he couldn't fire her

for taking a few days, could he? She should quit anyway, any boss that

acted like he did was just trouble. Get herself a nice new job, maybe

working from home? Sharon scolded herself for being so weak. She'd

always been a strong woman, not standing back for anyone. Just because

she was wearing a strange garment did not mean anything should change.

She was still the old Sharon, no piece of shiny metal would change that!

How were they going to know anyway. Today she'd go to the cops and

they'd be able to help her. For now she had to act as if nothing was

wrong. Flinging her hair in defiance she stepped through the revolving

glass door. As soon as she entered the building her courage fled. The

place was packed and she could feel people jostling and pushing her

towards the elevators. She tried to get out but was swept up in the

stream of humanity. Finally she ended up in a large crowd waiting for

the elevators. Clenching her jaws she willed her legs to stop quivering

and stood staring at the floor. She'd simply wait until the next

elevator and quietly slip to one side. As she stood she prayed nobody

would accidentally touch her body. The lift arrived and she prepared to

make her move. The crowd started pushing forward and she quietly slipped

to one side. She was about to walk away when she heard her name called.

She turned around and almost fainted as a spotty young man stood inside

the elevator, holding a space for her. His name was Mark and he had a

terrible crush on her. Realizing everybody was waiting for her she tried

to think of an excuse but none came to mind. Cursing Mark she stepped

into the elevator and quietly turned around. As she stood staring at the

door she could feel Mark's eyes on her. "You look nice today" he said

and immediately blushed a deep shade of red. "Thank you." she said

tersely, cursing the little twerp in her heart. She was intensely aware

of the other bodies around her and she longed to get off the elevator.

The blasted thing stopped on virtually every floor and each time she had

to quickly step out to prevent the departing passengers touching her.

She was all elbows and hands, trying to keep a bigger personal space

around her. Finally she reached her floor and she sighed in relief as

she got of. "See you around." said Mark as the elevator doors closed.

The little bastard would probably go through the whole day in a daze

just because he'd spoken to her. Her old spunk had returned and she set

off for her office.

Sharon leaned back and rubbed her tired eyes. Immediately she became

aware of the itching over her sex. Groaning she tried to return to her

work, but she was just to tired. She'd been working full-blast for the

whole day, her eyes straining as she stared at the computer screen.

She'd discovered that the work could distract her enough to forget the

itching but as soon as she took a break she'd be reminded off it. It had

definitely grown worse since the morning and she dreaded having to go

back to her lonely apartment where she'd have nothing to keep her

attention focused. She glanced at her watch and was very surprised to

see that it was past 7 p.m. She packed up her stuff and left the office.

Standing in the lift she thought back over the day's events. It had

started with a very unpleasant conversation with her boss. The man had

accused her of slacking off and doing what she liked. She fumed as she

though back to the argument. The bastard had had it in for her ever

since she'd ignored his advances. He was a egotistical pig that still

believed women didn't belong in the work place. She could not believe

that such people still existed, and here she worked for one! The rest of

the day had been fairly routine. She'd had some conversations, drank

some coffee, worked and had lunch. Within the first hour she'd relaxed

and been able to function normally. During her lunch hour she'd gone out

and bought virtually a complete new wardrobe. It was mostly blouses, all

of them with tight little collars. She had groaned at the selection,

these kinds of clothes she'd always associated with prim little

librarians, now she'd be forced to wear them as well. She'd bought a few

bodysuits as well, but she still felt uncomfortable with such

tight-fitting garments and she doubted she'd wear any of them soon.

Finally she'd bought a dress, the only one in the store that would suit

her needs. She'd been forced to try a fitting as she was no longer sure

of her collar size, and there had been a tense moment when one of the

sales ladies had stood outside the cubicle, inquiring if she'd like some

assistance. She'd had to really concentrate to keep the quiver out of

her voice as she declined the offer, a thin curtain separating her from

discovery. It was only back at the office that she'd thought of the

security cameras and her legs had turned to Jell-O. Out there might be a

stranger that knew her secret and as she walked through the lobby she

was still very distressed by the idea. She quickly made her way to her

car and got in. During the day she'd twice gotten very close to calling

the police and every time she'd backed off. Her rational mind had thrown

several good reasons at her for not phoning the police. Firstly she

doubted she could go through the ordeal of baring her body to a

stranger. Just the thought made her shiver. Secondly had been the suit's

creator. Surely he had to know that was what she'd do. Somehow he'd

prevent her from going through with it. After all, he'd planned

everything else to perfection. Thirdly she was not yet convinced she

couldn't remove it herself. She'd intended buying some tools after work,

but obviously it was now to late for that. She'd have to do it tomorrow.

There was a fourth and final reason as well, but she refused to even

admit it to herself. On her way home she passed a pharmacy and she

pulled over. Approaching the counter she explained that she had an IUD

and that the contractions had started again. The pharmacist explained

that he could not give her the regular medicine as she needed a

prescription, but he could provide a weaker alternative. The medicine he

gave her was for night pains and he felt certain that it would do the

job. She also claimed to have acquired a rash from hiking and wanted to

know if he could recommend something. He gave her a salve and explained

that it was a mild anesthetic. She also bought some more sanitary pads

and disinfectant for her shoulder. Finally she happened to see some

sleeping pills and took those as well. Well stocked up she set of for

home.

Sharon lay back in the bath and soaked. The warm water seemed to relieve

some of the itching, though she could not be completely rid of it. All

in all her second day in the suit had gone well. She'd been happy to

discover that the wound on her shoulder seemed to be healing without

complications. If she cared for it properly it would be gone within a

week. The itching did worry her though. She was worried that it was not

going away. Would every itch she had be so insistent? She was actually

surprised that the rest of her body seemed not to itch. The cast she'd

worn had been torture and she'd expected the suit to be the same. Maybe

it was because most her skin could breathe that she didn't itch so much.

Her lower back and stomach ached from the constant pressure, but she

felt certain that she'd get used to it within a day or two. She was even

becoming used to the dildo. Although she could still feel it, the

sensation had shifted from constant pressure to a dull reminder. She was

confident that soon she'd not even notice that any more. Her biggest

problem at this stage was keeping control of her mind rather than her

body. As soon as she let her guard down she'd start fantasizing and

she'd get horny again. She'd always had an active imagination and it was

very difficult for her to control it. Of course she'd not always been

thinking of sex, but now her body was constantly reminding her of it.

Where she used to fantasize about clothes or money or adventure she now

found herself constantly fantasizing about sex. Her mind was being

bombarded by subtle queues, the glint of metal in the mirror, the

pressure of the suit around her waist and of course the constant

throbbing in her sex.

She climbed out of the bath and quickly toweled herself dry. As soon as

the warm water drained from the suit the itching returned and she

groaned in frustration. As she dried her hair she tried to think of a

way to alleviating the irritation but none presented itself. She applied

some medication to the wound on her shoulder and prepared to see to the

rash as well. She sat staring at the tube of salve when she had an idea.

Returning to the bathroom she mixed some salve with warm water and

dropped a few drops onto her stomach. It seeped into the gauze and ran

down her stomach. She could not make a gap between her skin and the suit

- it was much to tight for that - but she was convinced she could

wriggle and twist until some of the liquid found it's way under the

panty. It was slow, exhausting work. She'd apply a little fluid and then

twist and turn until it had penetrated. She repeated the steps so many

times she lost count but after a while she could detect a big

improvement. Satisfied that that was the best she could hope for she

returned to her bedroom and applied some salve to he inner thighs. She

was exhausted by the previous night's lack of sleep and she got ready

for bed. Just to make sure she took two of the sleeping pills as well

and crawled in under the covers. She had just enough time to marvel at

the weird sensation of the suit holding her in it's firm embrace before

sleep took her.