She crested the hill and drew the reigns in. The stallion was skittish

and she patted his white mane to calm him down. She looked down the hill

to the distant harbor, and sighed. There was still no sign of his ship.

Her beloved was already two weeks late and still no sign of his galley.

She turned the horse around and headed back to the castle. Where could

he be? Thinking of him made her flush and she became exquisitely aware

of the stallion's rippling muscles beneath her thighs. She thought back

to their first encounter and soon her breathing became heavy and she was

lost in a daydream. It was only when the stallion halted that she came

out of her reverie and she looked out in front of her. They had entered

the forest and the path was a narrow trail, tall trees lining the route.

A large black stallion stood alone in the middle of the path, saddled

but rider-less. Her own stallion was already snorting and pawing the

ground and she held a tight grip on the reigns. For a few moments she

looked around, searching for the horse's owner, but the forest was as

dark as it was quiet. She dismounted and tied her own horse to a tree.

Calling out she started searching, going ever deeper into the forest.

She was about to turn back when her body was rushed forward by a hard

force from behind. As her feet left the ground she screamed in fear and

tried to turn around. Somebody had a hold of her waist and in a moment

she was flung to the ground. As quickly as she'd been tackled she was

turned over onto her back and her wrists pinned down. For a few moments

she fought viciously, but she was held in a firm grip. At last she was

spent and she looked up into a grinning mouth. Her assailant was seated

on top of her, his hands keeping her wrists in place. His eyes were

masked and she froze in fear. A bandit! For a few long moments they just

stared at each other, she breathing as hard as her tight corset allowed,

him grinning like a cat with a mouse. She tried to protest but he merely

bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. For a moment she struggled

and then recognition came flooding in. It was her beloved! Giggling and

weeping she kissed him as hard as she could, relief flooding all over

her body. He let go of her wrists and still kissing she embraced him,

hugging him as tightly as she could. She could feel him pulling at her

coat and soon he lay between her legs, only the chastity belt keeping

them apart. Finally they stopped kissing and he raised his head to look

at her. She had so many questions, but for now it could wait. With a

mischievous grin he produced a small key and she grinned back at him. He

fiddled around between her legs until suddenly she felt the tension over

her abdomen released and she sighed in pleasure. For the first time in

almost a year she was without the constant pressure and she felt as

light as a feather. He tested her readiness with his fingers and found

her as wet as she's ever been before. He was just as ready and she

quickly helped him undress, gasping as his cock finally sprung loose

from his tight breeches. Not even bothering to undo her corset he

mounted her again, and as the hard warm flesh entered her all she could

do was moan. For a second she wondered why he was still wearing the mask

but then all rational thought left her.

From: Nobody@anonymous.net Subj: New instructions

You are to go to the beach one Saturday out

of each month.

You are to wear only the supplied bathing suit.

You are to stay there for a minimum of three

hours during daytime.

You are to mingle with the crowd and may not

attempt to hide.

These instructions include the current month.

Sharon sat back and read the instructions again. She'd written them down

word for word and by now she knew them by heart. She looked out the

windscreen of her car and onto the beach. The message had come last

night, and since this was the last weekend of the current month she'd

had no choice but to come down. She felt so nervous she was sure she was

going to be sick. Just the thought of getting out of the car was so bad

she started to shiver. She'd decided to come down early in the hopes

that the beach would be deserted. To her dismay there was already a

crowd and even more people were arriving every minute. She seriously

considered going home and trying later, but she knew it would only get

worse. Taking a deep breath she prayed her legs would hold out and she

got out of the car. She knew he'd be around somewhere and she scanned

every face she could see. A few men were glancing her way and

immediately she felt her knees go weak. Surely they must see the suit,

for heavens sake it was as large as a house! She looked down and

inspected herself. She knew what to look for and still she couldn't

notice anything strange. Realizing that she was only putting off the

inevitable she started walking to the beach. She'd wanted to wrap a

large towel around her body but she felt certain he'd not accept that.

Instead she walked with it flung over her shoulder, carrying a canvas

bag in the other hand. She blushed deeply as several men openly stared

at her body, following her every move. She entered the crowd and

selected a clear spot on the sand. Opening her towel she sat down and

pretended to stare out to sea. That walk had been the most difficult of

her life! She was still blushing, waiting for her heart rate to settle.

She had a hard time resisting the urge to inspect herself again. Her

mind was playing tricks and she felt convinced that the suit must be

visible. She rolled over onto her stomach, inspecting herself as

casually as she could. After several minutes she had calmed down enough

to think straight and she opened her bag. Three hours in the sun was

going to cause havoc with her skin and she started applying sunblock

generously all over her body. The bathing suit covered her back so at

least she could get to every bit of exposed skin. As she covered herself

with the cream she kept a lookout for her captor, but nobody drew her

attention. Several men were watching her, but none of them even looked

into her eyes. Satisfied that she'd protected herself as best she could

she lay down and started reading a book.

For the next forty minutes she tried desperately to concentrate on the

book. She was just getting into it when she realized that she was

getting uncomfortably hot. The black bathing suit drew the heat like a

magnet and soon she was baking. She tried lying on her back, but soon

her stomach was frying as well. She looked at the sea and realized that

she'd have to go for a dip. She put the book down, made sure nobody was

staring, and casually stood up. The walk down to the beach wasn't as bad

as she'd thought and as soon as she entered the cool water she felt a

lot better. She was surprised to find that she was actually enjoying

herself. She spent a long time in the water but soon she grew tired. The

suit kept pulling her down and she had to keep kicking to stay afloat.

Finally she'd had enough and she started walking back up to the beach.

As she looked up she suddenly realized that everybody was looking at

her. For a moment she almost fainted and she then she realized that they

were just facing the water. She was merely walking into their line of

sight. She relaxed somewhat but could not resist jogging back up to her

towel. It only drew more people's attention as she came jogging past. By

the time she was lying on her towel her whole body was burning with

shame. As before it took her several minutes to calm down. Acting as if

nothing was amiss she started reading the book.

Sharon leaned back and enjoyed the warm sun. Her three hours was almost

up and by now she'd regained her confidence. She'd just returned from

her fourth outing to the waves and she had to re-apply the sun tan

lotion. As she unscrewed the top she looked around and she smiled to

herself. A teenage boy had been staring at her and he'd blushed a deep

red as she caught him in the act. The teenager had quickly looked away

when she'd seen him but she knew he'd be watching her for some time.

She'd always been attractive, but with the suit she looked down right

gorgeous. Feeling mischievous she innocently started smearing her arms

and shoulders, pretending to concentrate on her work while keeping an

eye on the boy. He was lying on his stomach, about twenty paces away. In

a matter of seconds his head turned back and his eyes followed her

hands. Satisfied that she had his full attention she moved to her feet,

smearing the rich cream in slow luxurious movements. As slowly as she

could she started working her way up her legs, spending a lot of time on

her calves. Her hands did a slow dance over her flesh, moving higher

with every turn. After a long time she'd reached her thighs and now she

had the boy's full and unblinking attention. She turned away from him,

rolling over onto her side. She could imagine the boy's irritation at

having his view blocked, but she was not about to disappoint him. With a

faint smile she slowly applied the cream on to her rump and hips,

imagining the thoughts that must be going through his head. When she was

done she rolled over onto her other side and she did the other cheek as

well. She was now facing him and she took a quick look to make sure he

was still looking, Satisfied that she had his undying attention she

opened her legs ever so slightly, giving him a unobstructed view between

her thighs. As innocently as she could she started applying cream to her

inner thighs, keeping a close eye on the boy. As she'd expected he was

riveted, his mouth hanging slightly open. She could just imagine the

glorious view he must have as the black fabric of the suit stretched

tightly over her dome. She wasn't at all surprised to see his knuckles

turn white as he fisted some sand in each hand. Finally she lay back and

pretended to sunbathe. One of his friends tossed him a soft drink and

she had to suppress a giggle as he slid over the sand to get it - he was

to ashamed to get up!

Sharon was heading home, cursing all the way. Her stunt with the boy had

back-fired and her whole body was throbbing with lust. The slow

caressing of her flesh and the adoring stares of the boy had made her

extremely exited. By the time she'd packed her stuff and left she'd been

so hot she had to resist the urge to fondle herself. She could just

imagine the scene - she'd wink at the boy, licking her lips and smiling

at him. In the wink of an eye he would be at her side, ready to become

her life long slave. She'd gently take his hand, leading him up to her

car, his muscular young body following her obediently.... For the

hundredth time she swore at herself and beat the steering wheel in

frustration. She'd never acted like this before! What in heavens name

was going on with her! She'd always been fond of sex, who wasn't? But

what she'd done on the beach was a first. She felt like a old whore,

skillfully picking up clients on the beach. And her body! Used to be she

could go months without sex, the occasional finger keeping her in

control. Now she was so charged she couldn't think straight! Surely the

lack of masturbation couldn't have so severe an effect? After all, some

nuns spent years without even touching themselves, and she could not

even last two weeks. At last she was home and she undressed in the

bedroom. She was still as horny as ever and the sight of the suit made

it even worse. In frustration she again attacked the suit with her

fingers, but as before it was of no use! She stood in the middle of the

room, jumping and crying like a spoilt little girl. Suddenly she had a

brilliant idea and she cursed herself for not thinking of it earlier.

She got a long piece of rope from her secret box and threaded it through

underneath the wire. She let go of the ends and bent forward, grabbing

hold of the two ends hanging between her legs. She pulled the two ends

forward and the loop of wire slid down the wire. Wriggling her hips it

finally came to a rest against the stem of the dildo and she pulled

upwards as hard as she could. It moved slightly! The movement was so

faint she could hardly feel it, but it had definitely moved! Again she

pulled as hard as she could, and again it moved. The movement was not

nearly enough to get off on, but it was encouraging. She flung herself

onto the bed and rolled over onto her back. She took firm hold of both

ends and pulled with all her might. As before the movement was there,

but it was an minute amount. A few more times she tried this trick, but

it was useless. Soon she was too tired to make it move and she

desperately searched for an alternative. Striking upon another idea she

quickly rushed into the bathroom. She stood on the toilet and tied the

two ends to the railing of the shower curtain. Slowly she lowered

herself until the rope pulled taught and she stepped of the toilet. She

was now hanging with her full weight on the rope, and still it was not

enough. For several minutes she tried swinging and jiggling and twisting

and turning - all to no avail. Finally she was so tired she could just

hang there, her feet dangling a few inches off the ground. Sharon was

now facing a new problem. She'd tried to reach the toilet, but suddenly

it was just beyond her reach. She could place her foot on the toilet,

but could not swing over far enough to push her weight onto that leg.

"This would almost be funny if it wasn't so pathetic" she thought. Again

she tried, and again she couldn't get her weight over to the toilet. She

tried to swing over by pushing away from the side of the shower but her

hand slipped and she toppled over backwards. Hanging upside down with

her head and hands resting on the floor she started to giggle. This was

absurd! She tried to pull herself up but her body was too tired to fight

the stiff strip down her back. All she could do was lay back and rest

for a while. She looked so funny, hanging upside down with her hips

thrust into the air by the rope. Her legs were hanging down the other

side, making her pose in a most un-lady like fashion. She could just

imagine the firemen discovering her hanging there. The great big brute

of a man would stop in the door, gasping in surprise and shock. Then

he'd chuckle to himself and move over to her side. Ignoring her pleas

he'd place his humongous hands on her .... NO dammit! She uttered so

many swear words her mother would think she'd married a sailor! She

rolled over and stood on her hands. The loop of rope slipped back from

her sex until it was as high up her rear as the suit would allow.

Kicking and swearing she tried to pull away from the rope, her feet

waving uselessly in the air. Finally she realized it was useless and she

rolled over again. Gathering all the strength she could muster she gave

a huge shout and reached up for the rope. She just managed to grab it

and for a moment she just hung there, too tired to do any more. After

another short rest she managed to pull herself back up. Sharon hung from

the rope and gently swung from side to side. What was she going to do?

What she needed was something to cut the rope, but where would you find

a knife in a bathroom? Suddenly she remembered the razor in her medicine

cabinet. If she could get to those she could cut the rope! The cabinet

was on the other side of the shower and she hung from one hand as she

peeked around the corner. She felt certain that she could reach it, all

she had to do was push the rope over to the other side of the railing.

Reaching up she grabbed hold of the rope and placed her legs against the

side of the shower. Pushing with all her might she was gratified to see

the rope slide along the railing. She was just about ready for her

second push when the railing suddenly gave way, dumping her on the

ground like a sack of potatoes.