The Chastity Suit

3. The Suit

Sharon's mouth hung open in surprise. She was wearing a unfamiliar garment, something that definitely did not happen every day! The shock of seeing a strange garment on her body made a cold chill run down her back. What the hell was she up to last night? She looked the garment over. At first she thought it might be a teddy or other kind of negligee. It was cut like a spedo bathing suit, with a tight turtleneck and high-cut hips. Its surface was gauzy and sheer, the weave of the fabric unbelievably fine. It seemed to be made of a strange silver fabric that glittered like metal. The gauzy material made up most of the garment but a built-in panty and bra was solid and not see-through. They glittered and shone as the light played over the solid surfaces. 

The neck and arms of the suit had thin solid seams, rounding the suit off. Turning around she discovered that the suit was cut like a g-string that bit deeply into her butt crack. A thin wire came riding up between her cheeks and then flared out as it reached her tailbone. The flare continued around her waist, becoming the belt of the panty. A broad solid strip ran from her tailbone up over her spine to the seam around her neck. As she looked at her profile she was surprised to see that her breasts were padded by almost half an inch. Puzzled at the purpose of the padding she also noticed that the surface had the faint outlines of two nipples built into them. She cupped her hands over her padded breasts and was surprised at how hard and unyielding the surface was. Running her hands down her sides it felt smooth and slick, but with a strange stiffness to it. Twisting her shoulders from left to right she noticed that the suit was flexible, but that there was a noticeable resistance to her movements. The suit fit her tighter than a second skin and drew her waist in sharply. It was almost as tight as a corset and she felt slightly uncomfortable.

The strip down her back seamed to pull her shoulders upright and forced her back to stand straight. Bending over she confirmed her suspicion as the strip resisted the curve and it tried to pull her back to her upright position. Running her fingers down the thin wire in her butt crack, she was shocked to discover that the panty was also rock hard and stiff. It was much harder than she'd expected and she began to suspect that it was indeed made of metal. She pulled and twisted at the thin wire, but it would not even bend. 

The movement reminded her that something thin and hard was still stuck into her pussy, and she tried to get to it. Rubbing her hand over her sex she realized that her mound was covered by a hard dome. She was surprised to discover that the dome was so hard that she could not feel the sensation of her hand stroking her sex. A cold feeling of dread suddenly overcame her and she frantically began searching for a zipper to remove the garment. When she discovered there was none she panicked and completely lost it. She could not even find a seam where the suit would open, much less a zipper. 

Twisting and turning in desperation she searched for some means to rid herself of the suit, but she could find none. For a while she fought with her body in a blind panic but she soon tired and was forced to calm down. Crying in desperation and in fear she flung herself onto the bed.

Lying on her bed Sharon desperately tried to remember the events of the previous night. She had calmed down and had stopped crying. She could remember nothing about going out nor anything about the suit she was wearing. The fact that she had to concentrate very hard not to think about the object in her pussy did not make things any easier. A cold knot of fear twisted her innards as she realized that the suit was deliberately constructed not to be removed. Sharon almost hit the ceiling in fright when the doorbell suddenly rang.

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By the time she had managed to put the nightgown on the doorbell had rung three more times. She relaxing as she realized that it had to be her friend Annette who was at the door. She always rang the bloody thing as if there was a fire somewhere in the building. Glancing at the mirror she realized that the suit was visible through the cleavage of the nightgown. Blushing a crimson red at the thought of being discovered in the exotic garment she looked for something else to wear. 

After several hasty experiments she settled on an old T-shirt to cover her chest and neck. It was almost the only thing in her whole closet that was high enough to hide the suit. A part of her distractedly admired the effect the suit had on her breasts, not only were they bigger, they looked hard and firm. Wearing the nightgown over the T-shirt she walked to the door.

By the time she opened the door Annette had rung the bell more that a dozen times. She came bouncing into the room with her usual vigor and excitement.

"So babes, how's it hanging?" she joked as she came in. She stormed into the kitchen. Sharon blushed as she realised how close she'd come to Annette giving her a hug. She would immediately have felt the hard pressure of Sharon's breasts.

"Jeesh girl, you look like a wreck" Annette said as she poured them each a cup of coffee, "You sick or what?". Sharon collapsed on her couch and looked at Annette. Perversely a part of her wondered if she'd notice her bigger breasts.

"I'm OK, I just had a rough night." she replied. Annette came over with the coffee and sat down across from her.

"So you going to tell me who he is or am I going to have to drag it out of you?" She said with a mischievous smile.

"What do you mean?" Sharon replied, genuinely confused by the question.

"I mean who is he? You disappear for two days without saying anything to anyone. You must have gone away with a lover or something. So come on, own up, who's he and why haven't you told me about him?" she said, leaning over in a conspiratorial way.

Sharon sat in shocked silence. She'd not heard a word beyond the "two days" bit and she was thoroughly confused. After several seconds she noticed Annette looking at her expectantly.

"Uhm.. I'm a bit out of it Annette - what day is it today?" she replied, ignoring Annette's mischievous grin.

Annette sat back and looked genuinely surprised. 

"Fuck me! You must really have had a rave. Its Sunday of course" She replied. 

Sharon felt her world come crashing down. The last thing she could remember was coming home on Thursday evening and taking a bath. Two full days had been cut out of her life and she shivered at the thought. All of a sudden she felt sick all over again.

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