The Chastity Suit

Part 4

Sharon sat on her bed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her left leg was dangling off the edge of the bed while her right was tucked under her left knee. She had removed the nightgown, but was still wearing the T-shirt.  Her hair was in a mess and her skin was pale and stretched.It had taken a while to get rid of Annette. She'd been surprised and offended by Sharon's unwillingness to talk. After almost an hour of prodding and probing she'd finally left in a flurry of anger, hurt that Sharon would keep the details from her. Sharon felt too tired to dwell on the incident. The stress and shock was taking its strain and she could not deal with Annette's hurt emotions as well. Besides, she did not have a plausible explanation for her sudden disappearance.

For the first time she looked at herself in a almost detached and critical manner. She could not believe how well the suit fit her body. For practical purposes she was wearing a corset, bra and chastity belt at the same time and yet it was so smooth and tight that it was invisible. The thought of a chastity belt gave her a start and she became uncomfortable. Where did that thought come from? Was that what she was wearing? A modern-day chastity belt? The idea made her so distressed she stood up and walked around the room.

Finally she ended up in front of the mirror. She hugged her body with her hands and stood looking at herself. The only sign that all was not well was the glint of metal from between her legs. She'd not really had a chance to think about her predicament, and now she mulled it over in her mind. She had obviously been abducted and had been kept drugged for two whole days. Whomever had taken her had for some reason seen fit to encase her body in a strange suit that she was unable to remove. Sharon tried desperately to think of a reason for doing this, but she soon realized that it was futile. The whole situation seemed to be frustratingly illogical. All she had to go on was that her captor had obviously added some sexual overtones to the suit as well. It was hard to ignore the dildo and the padding over her breasts.

Sharon suddenly realized that she had absentmindedly been stroking the inside of her thigh. She was surprised and angry to find that she was aroused by the whole experience. Her body was not only responding to the stimulation, but in the dark deep recesses of her mind her erotic dreams had also come alive. For a while she stared at the foreign glint of metal coming from between her legs. It looks so strange and yet... alluring? She hated to admit it, but it was a pretty erotic sight. She turned around and admired her rear. She could see no sign of the suit. The thin wire ran deep in her crack and emerged high up in her tail-bone where the T-shirt hid it from view. She moved her body a bit and tested the resistance of the suit. It was uncomfortable, the waist was to tight and the wire up her crack took some getting used to. She slid her hands under her T-shirt and cupped her breasts. Again she was surprised at the hard foreign resistance to her touch. She scratched the false nipples but not even a hint of sensation was transmitted through the suit. She had wanted to examine the suit more closely, but there was not much more to discover. Using her fingers she found three small holes at the bottom of the suit, positioned under the dome. Except for the holes the suit was as smooth as glass, no trace of a seam or a break could be felt. It was only then that another worry started to nag at her, how would she urinate. She could not imagine urinating while wearing a garment, much less with a dildo in her sex.

With the worry still nagging at her mind she decided to investigate the holes. She managed to find a paperclip and straightened it out. She stuck it into all three holes, but it would not go in. She presumed the holes were either a decoy or they were blocked by something. Wait... Usually, every morning after waking up, her first job was to pee. But today, she didn't feel anything. She hadn'e had the urge to pee since she had woken up. And it had been quite a few hours. How was this possible... With a disgusted feeling, she ran towards the washroom.