The Chastity Suit

12. Small Pleasures

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 its 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 its firm embrace before sleep took her.