Cynetta's Chastity Belt

"Cynetta, I've given this, A LOT of thought. I want you to get a chastity belt..., for yourself."

"Why? You know that I'd never fool around with other women, Karen."

"I trust you there. I want it to insure you can no longer do unlady-like things with what's still between your legs. Despite your promises not to play with yourself, I know you still do. Don't lie to me about it either. You do and I know it."

My wife and playmate was right. Sure I could try lying to her, but since before we'd been engaged, I tried hard never to lie or hide too many things from her.

"You are pretty quiet, not going to argue about it, Cynetta?"

"I could state that I don't want to."

"You could. I wouldn't expect that you would. From all I've read on the Web, few 'girl's', like you, really do, at least, at first. I can believe that they take quite a bit of getting used to living in, but then..., that is supposed to be 'FUN' for submissives, isn't it? Doing, rather, being made to obey orders that they pretend they don't really want to?

"You've asked me, quite often to dominate you more. I've decided that I'll start granting more of the wishes you've asked for."

"Can we really afford four or five hundred bucks for a real stainless steel chastity belt?"

"Silly, you know that we can, but nothing I've seen on the websites really fits my picture. You can make your own.

"Before you tell me how hard it is to work stainless steel and that you haven't learned welding or some of the other skills needed, let me state a piece of my philosophy on this. 16 gage stainless, with even a hacksaw, no special tools needed, can be cut almost as easily as plastic, it just requires the correct blade and more strokes before you are thru. That is FACT! There's a lot of PGS written about being trapped, for life, if you don't have the key because your belt is metal, but that's all it is, Pony Girl Shit and we both know it. Those that write this are either woefully ignorant and don't know a wrench from a screwdriver or are just on their fantasy trip.

"I also must admit that stainless steel chastity belts have a very high aesthetic quality. The pictures of them, especially those for the female anatomy look VERY nice. In contrast, those for a male's, do not, in my opinion, especially if its on a pretty pre-op TS, like you, I no more want to see a prick shaped of polished stainless, than I want to see it in the flesh, on a femme guy and the female designs just won't work on those like you. There's also the psychological aspect of being 'locked in stainless steel'. Locked in plastic, just does not have the same ring to it.

"Then too, a lot of what's written, real and fantasy, echoes snobbishness, especially from those who just jerkoff reading these things and never actually come close to being belted." She paused and smiled at me.

"I'll get off the soapbox.

"Seriously, if we put both our heads together, I'm confident that we can design and put together an effective belt, for you in accord with these design requirements:

• You can not take it off without destroying it, just as one has to destroy their stainless steel belt to get it off, without the key.
• It must be one that satisfies the shape of a what I think a girl's belt, for you, should have. I don't want any ungirlish contours and bulges, just a simulated mons.
• It must permit the elimination of waste and be cleanable when you won't have access to taking a bath or shower.
• It must be non-corrosive, waterproof, bodyproof, etc.
• It must be tolerable for extended, long term wear. I realize there will need to be an adaptation period, I'll be a little patient, there and that it probably, though it doesn't have to intentionally be, mildly uncomfortable. I don't want any chaffing, blisters, raw spots, bruises, etc. It will, without any doubt, require you to adopt new habits and apparel, just like your breasts did, when they started to grow.
• It must be 100% effective in preventing intercourse and/or masturbation.
• Along the same line, I want it to prevent an erection. If you do start to get hard, not that you really do, much, anymore, with all that estrogen in your body, I do want that to be uncomfortable and frustrating, until you're flaccid again. The only sexual relief you'll get, wearing it, is a non-hard, nocturnal emission, an unsatisfactory, wet dream.
• It should go without saying, but I will say it, I hold the key and after your orientation, I'll be putting it where you can not get it, a safe deposit, maybe. The belt comes off, only when I want it to. First time you ask, it will stay on one month longer than I'd planned, second time, two months, third time 4 months, etc., doubling from the previous and consecutive, not concurrent. Don't test me on this. You HAVE been warned."

Submissive and with a masochistic nature, her talk was exciting me, though I was tucked up and back, between my legs, under my tight briefer, prevented any, real, erection, like the chastity, Karen was describing, would.

Not really going for art, Karen had sketched out some different ideas, that she'd worked up. Moving closer, we went over her designs, together, we developed one that might fit all her requirements and we'd the skills to execute. That Saturday, I'd gathered the materials and we began working on my belt.

We started with the waist belt from a 4" length of white conveyor belting used in food processing plants, making it to ride on my hips, below my waist and assume the body contours by careful, trial fittings of several cardboard pieces the same width. The belting wouldn't stretch anymore than the cardboard. We used an office stapler to join the pieces of cardboard to fit my body. The belt would be sewn like leather, by hand, saddle stitching with awl and needles than riveted for extra strength. The rivets would also hinder any ideas about simply cutting the stitches to remove the belt and resew it on my body before Karen found out I'd done this. They'd be extremely difficult to reset while wearing the snug belt.

The belt was the easiest part to develop a pattern for and put together, later. Using 1" nominal gray PVC electrical conduit, (the white, plumbing, kind is very brittle, easily cracking and breakable) the penile tube was cut and bent. This stuff cuts with a hacksaw, filed and sanded to smooth and round the edges and bends, easily, in your oven after several minutes at 300 degrees F, plus or minus. Wear gloves when bending hot.

On hormones for 3 years, I'm a little less than 3" completely flaccid, measured along the top, and just the right size to slip inside the 1" tube thru the bell socket end. When finished the tube would be 7" long over the outside of the backward, downward curve, with a stainless steel, 1/4" diameter pin thru its diameter, 3-1/2" from the base, along the same line and flattened, (squeezed together to a 3/8" wide flattened oval and the outside edge beveled sharply. The pin at 3-1/2" prevented any erection but didn't touch when flaccid. The narrowed end prevents a finger from ever touching or anything, to stimulate, from entering, while allowing urine to freely exit, and air to circulate.

The front shield/cup took quite a lot of trials with different materials after the penis tube was done to that stage. What worked and was finally incorporated was to take a length of 3" conduit, slit it with a saber saw, soften it in the oven so it was almost flat when cooled, pressed between two boards to yield enough material, about a 1/4" thick by 9" by 15". We used the same source of plastic for the back piece too. Karen suggested making a mold of paper machie of my crotch with the tube in place. When thoroughly dry, this was sanded, the contours smoothed on the inside with more machie, sanded and filled, until of the desired shape and look. Dry again, our mold was varnished and coated with Vaseline which we poured plaster of paris into. These steps, with the necessary drying required between took three weeks.

Softening our plastic more than for the tube to be bent, it was pressed over the plaster cast and kept in place until cool. I used a saber saw to rough shape the hard plastic then a file to get the edges rounded. Successively finer grit sandpapers brought them to a smooth surface with several places requiring lots more filing as the shape got closer, in between. The front shield fit from the top edge of the belt where its 8" wide and curved to the shape of my abdomen there. it curves, side to side while going downward and narrowing to form a deep spoon shape ending below my anus. The tube is inside, centered on my scrotum, back between my legs. It would be attached, full length, inside, using clear PVC conduit cement, when the belt was completed.

When in the design, talking stage, I wanted the rear of the crotch piece secured to the belt using flat chains inside of flexible tubing as on a commercial belt, over the middle of my cheeks. Karen insisted that was unacceptable, as they'd show under pants or a snug skirt when I bent over. She wanted a back piece that went up between my cheeks, opening, in its center, over my anus. Using thick corrugated cardboard for different patterns first, the plastic was then cut, bent to shape, a slit made, then softened, again, and widened so feces could pass thru. All its edges were rounded and sanded smooth.

My belt was nearing completion. Instead of like many commercial belts with their locks in front, Karen wanted mine in back. Using a jeweler saw, I cut a rounded rectangle 3" high and 5" wide from 11 gauge (about 1/8") stainless sheet, rounded and smoothed all edges then had a machine shop fabricate a 3/4" diameter piece of stainless rod with a 5/16" hole centered thru the diameter. They welded this to the middle of my plate with a 5/16" stud on either side toward the sides of the plate. Basically, the design was like the older Tolleyboy, locking mechanism Karen had found a brass padlock she liked, with a flat case. Its shackle determined the size of the cylindrical piece that I had the shop turn a cylinder large enough to cover the center stud and two smaller ones, turn a groove the diameter of the lock's shackle, drill a 5/16ths hole thru this, then mill one side flat and make a 5/16" pin. The outside end was chamfered, to the edge of the groove, to minimize the sharp contour as this would show, too prominently.

The lock works with the stainless plate against the base of my spine, the top of the rear plastic piece goes over this, then the edges of the belt lapped over. The belt and rear piece have holes to go over the three vertical pins. The large steel piece with blind holes in back fits over the pins too, the flat side at the bottom. The 5/16th pin is inserted thru this piece in the groove, goes thru the center pin, and to the bottom of the groove on the other side. The grooves dimensions are such that the shackle of the lock can be rotated into it. The flat top of the case closes near the flat underside preventing rotation, locked and laying flat. The shackle traps the inserted pin which holds the whole thing together.

Several fittings and reshaping the end of the penis tube. We glued the tube into place, inside, cut thru the front shield to match the open end of it and smoothing this slit so it resembled a female's slit. Before riveting the top of the front shield to the belt, Karen wanted a solid ring to be added to hang down there, outside. The ring, she selected, from a marine catalog, is of 1/4" stainless, 2" in diameter. It is held to the belt with a strip of the 11 gage stainless, bent into a deep U passed thru slits in the belting and plastic front shield, (heating the steel with a propane torch they easily melted their way thru the plastic) the legs of the U bent at 90 degrees away from each other, then these were riveted thru holes like everywhere else.

The time came for the first real fitting with the lock in place. Karen liberally coated my crotch with K-Y (she wanted it to be readily soluble, right away, eliminating the lubrication which would take awhile for Vaseline to duplicate. I've kept my body entirely hairless with depilatory cream since I started hormones and electrolysis to remove my facial hair and worried about it growing when I could no longer use it inside the belt. Her fingers applying the grease had gotten me excited. To remedy this, a Baggie of crushed ice was applied over a thin cloth, then she fitted the belt, very carefully assuring that everything went where it was intended to.

I warmed, rapidly, as all was snugged and I felt her close the lock, causing my first ATTEMPT at an erection with the belt secured. Playfully swatting my cheek. "Not one complaint for three hours. Try to pee, potty too, if you can. I'll listen to you tell me about your belt and determine if what I'll hear justifies anything be done about it." It was about noon on Saturday.

Karen listened to my complaints and let me remove some plastic from the front shield's edges where they passed, high, in my crotch. I had been able to potty, but deferred widening the hole there when I stated how hard it was to clean. When relocked, the 1/4" or so I'd removed from those edges was a definite improvement and stated that, when asked. "Same rules, 24 hours, this time."

Since I'd made my commitment with hormones to femminizing my body, I've been sitting to pee, but wearing my belt, now I HAD to, and, somehow it was different. Also, especially when in a hurry, at work, my breasts suppressed with a wide elastic bra I'd made and dressed male, I used the urinals. Thinking as I squatted, 'If Karen makes me wear this to work, I'll have to use the stalls.' Realizing what a silly thought it was, immediately. Of course she was going to do that! The way we'd designed the front shield, I couldn't wipe, the tissue, inside to dry there.

Most of the K-Y had dissolved before bedtime and I'd been constantly aroused, finding myself in the bathroom, with my dress raised, frequently, ineffectively, seeking a way to get some relief. Didn't work.

Knowing how aroused I get when she plays my games, actively, Karen decided to dress me in red garterbelt, black stockings and ankle strap heels for bed. "Go take off your makeup and do whatever else in the bath, Cynetta." She was dressed, identically, in her own things, when I came back, laying atop our bed, spread-eagle on her back.

Holding up her hand to stop me jumping on top. "Not tonite, Lover." Standing, Karen gripped my elbow, "We need to test your belt. That includes stimulating you. Hands behind." Obediently I crossed my wrists, she repositioned them, palms to elbows. As she strapped the armbinder to hold my forearms parallel, "You'll sleep better with them this way." I gyrated my hips to somehow create some friction. Didn't work.

She was grinning and was watching me carefully. "Doesn't help? Too bad.

"I think I'll make you my pillow for tonite." She pointed to the bed crossways at its head, where the pillows had just been, after she tossed them in the corner. "Lay down, on your back."

Frustrated at trying some way to just even become erect and the pressure from my swelling inside the tube and the crosspin preventing any forward enlargement. I desperately wanted it to be instead inside of Karen, not inside hard plastic. "please Kar', unlock it and let's make love. I'll let you put it on me, when we finish. PLEASE?"

Slapping my rear, not so playfully. " 'LET ME PUT IT ON'???? You don't accept that I already locked it on you, little girl?" Hitting me harder still. "Get in pillow position!" Another slap, "NOW!!", still another.

I sat on the bed and lay back. We'd never played this game before. Karen had prepared. A wide, leather collar, already secured with chain to the bedframe, under the mattress, was buckled, after she lifted and pulled my shoulders so I lay across our king-sized bed with my head unsupported over the side. Hearing the click of a lock and tinkle of chain, Karen walked in our closet and returned, then similar sounds. "I was going to use the padded leather anklecuffs, now you'll wear the steel ones." These ratcheted closed above the anklestraps of my pumps keeping my feet spread to the limit of their connecting chain with the chains to the bed. "Let me? Humph."

She held a large rubber gag, so I could see. "No pleading, begging, nothing or this goes where designed." she fastened the strap, loosely about my neck. "Warned you, Cynetta, that goes in, if you do."

Turning out the lights, Karen got in bed, pulling up the covers, then laying her soft blonde head on my naked belly. "Don't wiggle, don't move and wake me. If that happens, your punishment will not be fun. Nites."

The constant pressure inside the tube was torture, my wife's hair tickling, smelling her perfume, unable to get the rest of my body comfortable, my desire to, at least, satisfy her sexually. I barely slept. Many times during the nite, I wanted to talk, and, YES, beg HER for relief! We'd played, enough, for me to know, when she threatened, Karen meant it and carried thru.

"Take a bath, be sure to use your hair drier under your belt, best you can. Any residual moisture will develop a nice rash and I'll have no reason to remove your belt, if that happens, because you were negligent. We'll go to the mall and get David pants to wear at work so he doesn't show his new panties much, CYNETTA." Her emphasized word told me I'd be going femme. I go out frequently as Cynetta and have never had any problem passing, Karen and everyone who knows Cynetta, even those I know, who don't know, state that Cynetta is a very attractive girl. "I'll lay out something cute for you."

I was in the tub when Karen just opened the door and walked in with a new shower head on a hose. "Reading everything on the Web, this may help you clean underneath." Closing the lid and sitting, she slipped the rubber funnel end over the spout and turned on the water. "Try squirting it up your cunt, all around the edges and around your asshole." While I did, she pulled the hairdryer out and plugged it in for later.

"I compliment you for trying hard not to disturb my sleep, but I know you didn't sleep well. You can complain. What was your problem?"

"The pressure, trying to get erect, in this, bent back between my legs. I can't."

"A girl isn't supposed to get a hard clit, thinking about sex. I don't and no other girl, I've ever heard about, does. Your hard clit earned you that belt, you just couldn't keep your little hands off of it. Now you WILL.

"More?"

"I wanted to at least satisfy you, Kar'."

"I was quite satisfied, knowing you couldn't. To many nites, I've come to bed, ONLY wanting to go to sleep and you insisted on playing, even when told I didn't want to. From now on, you can play and satisfy me, when I want to. You can spend the nite on my bed or..., you can move to the guest room. I'll help you set it up as Cynetta's own bedroom."

I got her meaning, "ON your bed, like last nite, ON your bed, Karen?"

She lifted the hose, so it sprayed in my face, "Very good." giggling, "You got it right first time! That's right, I'm thru with your very, very frustrating impotence. Yes, your hormones still let you come when you screw or play with yourself, but you've probably no idea, none, how frustrating it has been, for me, being fucked, without feeling a big, stiff cock inside of me. Don't get any ideas that I'm Bitchin', I'm not. I just find it VERY stimulating, to know, that half hard thing is never coming in my twat, my ass, my mouth, or even my hand ever again. Forget, erase that idea, Cutie."

Toying with the key, displaying it in the necklace about her neck, Karen opened her blouse, made a show of tucking it down, into her bra then rebuttoning her blouse to her neck. Patting her breasts, "That goes away, soon, but I did promise you an indoctrination period, an orientation, a time while we can make adjustments, modifications and alterations, so your belt will be livable and not cause me any undesirable problems.

"Other than unable to get an erection, which was my intent, any other problems you've discovered, that we might need to deal with, Cynetta?" "Going potty is still a problem, the hole needs to be larger."

"Exactly, what is the problem there? You've shit, it has come thru?" Reluctant to say it exactly, Karen chuckled when I told her again, that the hole was to small. "So, just don't make big ones. Maybe you'll want to enema so everything is loose, watery and passes easily. We'll get you a bag when we go out. "Any other REAL problems, so far?"

Monday morning, early, Karen supervised my underthings for work which, then, still required I present myself as a semblance of a male. We'd shopped together, as Cynetta and Karen, Saturday for new things and spent a few hours, Sunday, disposing of a lot of David's things, especially all of his jockey shorts, undershirts and socks. Karen had been looking at a rack of thigh-hi's when she'd informed me about the socks. "You can wear these. They'll be more than satisfactory." handing me a pack of black opaque ones.

My dressing started with a pair of white plastic adult incontinent pants, no we're not into the diaper scene. Karen had decided these would be much more 'practical' than nylon panties. Her reasoning was that when I had to use the toilet at work, I wouldn't be able to thoroughly wash or use a hair dryer to remove all the moisture, waterproof panties would deal with the problem of anything I couldn't wipe away with toilet tissues. Over these, I hooked a white garter belt, put on the new, opaque stockings and one of the bras I'd made to flatten and help hide my C cups.

I'd not seen her purchase some of the things she'd bought for me. What came next was like a white satin nylon, one piece jump suit. With long pantlegs trimmed with 6" of tiny lace tiers at the bottom, and a top like a camisole, I started to pull it up after putting my legs thru and discovered no opening in its crotch. "Karen, I can't wear this."

"Remember, I explained to you the difference between 'I can't' and 'I don't want to'? Pull it up." Her hands pulled the lace shoulder straps into place. There were tiers of lace covering my suppressed tits.

"But there's no way to go to the bathroom in this."

"Of course there is. You just pull it down, as easily as I pulled it up. You'll learn why other girls take so long to powder their nose, now. I don't want to hear about this. Its not a problem and you can easily realize that it isn't too. Keep complaining and I will punish you."

Resigned that she was serious, I put one of the new white men's dress shirts. Purposefully, Karen had selected ones with French cuffs and collars that used a tie bar. We'd had to look in several stores to find them. Wearing the nylon undersuit, I now knew her plan, using the toilet was not going to be very easy, any longer, I'd have to almost completely undress to get my chastity belt anywhere close to the bowl. My suit, tie and shoes were David's. "If you keep your jacket on all the time, no one will ever see the lock in back, Cynetta."

As she had coffee, I decided it in my best interests to give it up, starting immediately, when we sat in the kitchen. "It will be OK with me, if you find a job where you can dress in more practical things, like a dress or skirt, Cynetta. Until you make that decision, the way you are now, is just the type of things you will wear to the office." Her blue eyes sparkling over the rim of the cup.