Suddenly she was awake and for a moment she was completely

disorientated. Her arms and legs had been tightly bound and her mouth

was gagged. For a few panicky moment she tried to fight but then she

remembered where she was. Slowly her heart-rate settled down and she

relaxed. The equipment and instructions for her nightly bondage had

arrived three days earlier and she was still getting used to sleeping

under these new circumstances. Her head was encased in a leather

harness, two patches covering her eyes and a thick rubbery gag filling

her mouth. She’d never liked gags and the aching of her jaws each

morning has proven her dislike founded. The gag and patches were held in

place by a host of straps, all attached to a broad leather collar around

her neck. The collar plugged into the black box via a thin black wire.

Once locked it would only release her at 5 am. Her wrists and ankles

were bound by large padded shackles, a thin wire running from each set

to the small black box. As with the collar they would only open at 5 am,

keeping her bound throughout her night of restless sleep. She had a

tough time falling asleep whilst wearing the erotic ensemble. Her body

wanted to do a lot of things, but sleep wasn’t one of them. The last

three evenings had been a struggle of restless rolling around till she

could finally slip away, exhaustion overcoming frustration. She rolled

over onto her other side and tried to fall asleep again. If she could do

so quickly she might fool her body and it would forget all about the

.... damn. She rolled onto her back and screamed into the gag in

frustration. Her nipples were already throbbing, her lust fired by the

mere realization that she was helpless. Her bound wrists were pressing

into the small of her back and she rolled onto her stomach in

frustration. This was just like discovering the suit all over again! She

couldn’t find a position that would not be an erotic reminder in some

perverse way. She twisted and turned her wrists behind her back. She

would have preferred having her arms bound in front of her body, but the

instructions had been clear. At long last she managed to slowly drift

away when once again she was jerked awake. This time she’d heard what

had woken her - somebody was doing something with her front door! She

froze as she heard the faint metallic sounds coming from the door - what

the hell was going on? Suddenly everything grew quiet and after a while

she relaxed. She had just about convinced herself it had been her

imagination when she heard the familiar sound of her front door opening!

She had a thick carpet at the door and it made a distinctive brushing

sound every time the door was opened. As she now heard the familiar

sound her heart throbbed in her throat. Somebody was inside her

sanctuary, invading her privacy! For a moment she panicked but then a

thought came to her - what if it was him? She froze, her breath caught

in her throat. It made sense, he would quietly slip into her room. Next

he’ll grab her as she lay on the bed, her defenseless body would quickly

be stuffed into a bag. He’d drag her to his home and soon she’d be free

of the suit, his warm flesh ... or maybe he’d do it right here! Maybe

he’d free her right here and now, his rough hands traveling all over her

body as she lay bound on the bed. Sharon got herself worked into such a

state she could feel her legs quivering in expectation. After a long

while of nervous anticipation and fantasizing she realized that nothing

has happened. Suddenly the old fears returned. What was he up to? Was it

really him? Maybe it was just a common burglar! Why was he taking so

long? She could hear some faint movements in her kitchen. That can’t be

him! What would he want in her kitchen? It WAS a burglar! Some common,

dirty thief had broken into her house and soon she was going to be

discovered! What would he think when he saw her? What would he do? What

a sight she must be - her perfect silver body in stark contrast with the

erotic black devices on her limbs. What would go through his mind when

he saw her - exposed and naked? Suddenly she blushed all over and wished

she’d not rolled around so much. She was no longer covered by the linen

and he was going to discover her lying there in all her naked glory! But

what then? When he discovered she was not available, what would he do in

his frustration? Would he use his fists, taking his rage out on her?

Maybe he’d have a knife! She shivered at the thought and became

seriously afraid for the first time! The next moment she felt a warm

hand slide over her leg and she cried out in fear and surprise. For

several minutes she rolled around, fighting and screaming. Her wails

came out as soft kitten mews, her fighting made impotent by the

shackles. Through the blindfold she sensed that the light had been

turned on, and again she rolled around - this time in shame. The man was

watching her struggle! She’d never felt so ashamed and vulnerable in her

life! Not even on the beach has she been so exposed. Her hands opened

and closed as she desperately grabbed the air. Here she was, not only

naked but bound and helpless as well. For a while she continued her

rolling and moaning but soon she grew tired and rational thought took

over. She’d just settled down when he grabbed hold of her ankles,

lifting them into the air. He held onto them easily while she struggled

anew, her tired body unable to dislodge his hold on the shackles. She

rolled over onto her back but his wrist just follow the movement. After

a few seconds she calmed down, her ribs straining against the sides of

their tight prison. Satisfied that she’d calmed down her tormentor

placed his other hand above her knee, rolling her over with a firm push.

She was too tired to resist and as she lay on her stomach she felt him

push her ankles upwards until they pressed against her buttocks. The

tinkle of chains should have warned her, but by that time she was too

scared and tired to think straight. The next moment her wrists and

ankles were tightly bound together. As he let go of her she tested the

restraints but she was firmly bound in a hog-tie. She could feel her

hips and abdomen strain against the inside of the suit as all her weight

rested on her lower abdomen. Her spine was bent backwards in a curve,

lifting her chest and knees off the bed. She felt his weight disappear

off the bed as he stood up. For a while nothing happened and she started

twisting and turning her fists inside the shackles. Once she’d been

hog-tied most of her fear had disappeared and she knew it had to be him.

He knew exactly what he was doing, he’d even brought the equipment to

hog-tie her with. She turned her head this way and that - trying to

locate him. He was keeping quiet and after a long while she began to

feel convinced that he’d left. She moaned into the gag - the bondage and

excitement had set her whole body on fire. Where was he? She was

extremely exited by the prospect of what lay ahead. If he was to have

her he’d have to remove the suit! She twisted her hips and rubbed her

thighs together, nervous sexual energy coursing through her like

electricity. She toppled over from her stomach on to her side. As she

lay there she slowly became worried. Why wasn’t he touching her? Was he

still in the room? She moved as much as the bondage allowed, her

breathing ragged and exited. Finally she could stand it no more and she

pulled as hard as she could, every muscle, every tendon straining

against her confinement. For a while she kept it up, her body a

bowstring of tension, pulling desperately to free her hands. But muscle

and tendons can’t defeat cold hard steel and soon she had to let go,

defeated. She rested her head uncomfortably on the bed and breathed

deeply through her nose. He gently placed his warm hand on her naked

buttock, making her jump. She was so tired she could hardly move and yet

she felt little spasms of pleasure course through the tired muscle under

his hand. He sat down next to her and gently rolled her over from her

side onto her stomach. She moaned into the gag - she was so ready for

him! He slowly slid his hand down her butt crack, following the wire as

it went down. The sensation was pure heaven and she arched her back even

further, her butt cheeks squeezing his fingers. He slowly forced his

hand in deeper until it was cupping her dome from behind, the warm flesh

between her thighs driving her wild! She felt his weight shift and he

bent down next to her. With his other hand her brushed her hair away,

exposing her collared neck. She gasped as his warm breath tickled her

ear and he gently covered it with kisses. His arms slipped in around her

waist, just below her breasts. All she could do was moan as his feather

light kisses covered her neck and ear. Suddenly she was lifted bodily

into the air, surprising and disorientating her completely. For a

panicky few moments it felt as if she was flying through space! He

lifted her upright, balancing her body on his hand between her thighs.

His other hand was still holding onto her chest and kept her balanced.

She’d never been manhandled like this, and the feeling of losing all

control was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. He was still

seated and he lowered her until her knees rested on the top of his

thighs. He freed his hand from between her cheeks and started roaming

her body. After several detours both hands ended up around her throat.

His fingers were under her chin, his thumbs placed over her spine.

Gently he pressed and she tilted her head forwards as far as the collar

allowed. He again kissed her exposed neck and head, sending shock waves

down her spine as each warm kiss touched her for a brief moment. As he

kissed, his hands slowly started roaming her body. Despite the hard

metal she could feel his palms cup her breasts. She could imagine him

squeezing the hard metal and she wanted to cry in frustration. For a

moment he rested his hands over her breasts and then he moved on,

stroking and rubbing his large hands along her sides and over her

rib-cage. The suit was dampening the sensation and yet it was enough to

drive her up the wall. Again he surprised her by lifting her up, his

hands circling her waist. For the second time she became disorientated

as her whole body was moved and rotated as easily as if she was a doll.

When he put her down she had no idea which way she was facing, all she

knew was that her knees were again resting on his thighs. A sudden hot

breath on her cheek told her that she was now facing him, and as he

kissed her nose and brow she longed to melt into his chest. His hands

still had hold of her waist and now they slid down until they were

holding her hips. Gently his thumbs rubbed her hip bones while his

fingers dug into her butt-crack. With a firm pull he drew her body into

his chest, his fingers pulling her cheeks apart. She cuddled his neck

with her face, his musky odor filling her nostrils. She could smell the

sweat on his body and she knew he was as exited and horny as she was. If

she’d been free she’d have coupled with him long ago, instead she was

forced to endure as every second built her higher in her desperate need.

With her weight leaning against his chest his hands were once again free

and they started roaming. Soon both his hands had slid down her hips and

thighs and was holding onto her calves. Each hand took hold of a leg and

he gently pulled her open. As she opened she slid down onto his lap and

soon she was half seated, her inner thighs straddling his legs. She

could feel their abdomens touch and she longed to feel his warm manhood

throbbing against her. Instead she had to be satisfied with the empty,

quiet dome where not even her outer labia could feel anything. She

cursed at the injustice of it, moaning as she tried to make her

intentions clear. When was he going to take her? Why was he dragging it

out so much? She longed for him to free her, to give her what she’d not

had for months now. She froze in shocked silence as the dildo suddenly

started to move. She had gotten so used to it’s quiet presence she never

noticed it any more. Now she became intensely and exquisitely aware of

the thin rod. It was expanding, ever so slowly growing bigger. As if by

magic it’s sides were filling and stretching her purse. She knew it

could only be a few fractions but it felt as if it already filled her

whole body! Everything else was forgotten, her whole being concentrated

on the unexpected pleasure. It kept on growing until she felt she would

burst. She could feel her slippery skin slide over it’s surface as it

expanded, filling her to beyond what she’d thought possible. At last it

reached it’s apex and she realized she’d bitten deep into the rubber

gag. Suddenly the dildo started moving up and down and for a moment she

blacked out from the overwhelming sensation and shock. She regained her

consciousness in time to feel him tilt her over onto her back. She

hardly noticed as he stood up, the dildo driving her crazy. It was

moving extremely slowly, going up and down by only a few fractions. And

yet the slight movement was enough to discover that the thing was ribbed

with thousands of tiny knobs rubbing her walls. She barely noticed him

lower his weight down onto her, the dildo demanding her full attention.

With a bit of prodding he managed to get her attention and she opened

her legs as far as she could. He lowered himself into her fork, and she

groaned as his weight stretched her bound limbs to their limits. Despite

the tension she didn’t feel any pain, her mind oblivious to all but one

sensation. She felt his hard cock throbbing against her inner thigh

where it was wedged between her skin and the dome. The head was sticking

out past her arse like a short little tail. He stroked her hard metal

breasts and she screamed into the gag as the brushes came alive. He

slowly started moving his member up and down, rubbing it between the

fleshy thigh and hard dome. Soon the tempo increased inside her as well

and they started rocking together, animal instinct taking over.

Sharon sat bolt upright with a start. She was sweating and her pulse was

racing away. At last she calmed down and she removed the restraints over

her head. As usual the shackles on her wrists and ankles had fallen off

as soon as the deadline passed - it was only the collar the she needed

to remove herself. As she blinked in the morning light she rubbed her

aching jaw, cursing the damn gag. Finally she dragged herself out of bed

and took a shower. The dream had been the most erotic yet and she knew

she must’ve come in her sleep. She longed to remember what it felt like,

but as with most things the memory could not compensate for the

experience. She dried herself off and looked herself over with a

resigned sigh - because of the dream the day was bound to be spent in

impotent frustration. She dressed and got ready for work. It was only

when she made the bed that she noticed the sticky glob stuck to the

linen.