I spent time in the pool and time in the gymnasium, hoping that exercise would lessen my need. I went to the work-shop and looked at the computer grinding out the moulds for my chastity belt parts, and at the girl who was filling one of the mould-sections with mats of fibre bound with the special plastic resins. I spoke to her, asking if she wore one of them. "Yes, of course," she said, "it goes with the job. Nobody works here otherwise. It means that we properly understand the need and do a good job. You are getting a 'total denial' type, and only those wearing one are allowed to make up the crotch-plate, which is what I am doing. It is an exacting business."
"When did you last . . . .?"
"Spend time out of the belt? Or orgasm? The Inaccessible Man recommends that wearers of the 'total denial' belt should be allowed to climax every three months. Not every owner does that, but a person denied every orgasm eventually becomes frigid, and seriously depressed with it. The spikes that deny orgasm can be disengaged. Every three months, the belt is removed, the spikes are disengaged and the belt is replaced. I generally get an orgasm within a week, usually through a wet dream. Then the spikes are put back again. I have been wearing this one, other than for that disengagement and re-engagement, for two years now. My last orgasm was nearly three months ago. I get the spikes disengaged tomorrow. I used to try to orgasm with the spikes engaged, but the pain is so terrible that I would pass out first."
Keith, beside me, grinned. My stomach fell and my arousal and need increased until I was starting to clench. I tried to suppress the clench, imagining what it would be like in just a few hours to wear this device that she was making, and this just about made me climax.
Keith saw my reaction and sensed my arousal. "I think it is time for a brisk session on the exercise bicycle. You've been getting very unfit recently." He led me away.
Day 3: First fitting
That evening, before dinner, was the first fitting session. I had not managed to have another orgasm, for Keith had watched me carefully, even accompanying me on my visits to the lavatory. I went to the measurement room, and there on the table were the several flesh-coloured plastic parts of my belt. First The Inaccessible Man described the pieces.
"This is the crotch-plate. These two parallel plates fit down between the inner and outer lips, and contain the flow of urine and menstrual fluid, preventing it matting the pubic hair and causing problems. By minimising the volume of this area, we prevent fluid being retained by the belt, thus avoiding problems of irritation and smell.
"The front edges of these plates are important as they follow the pubic bone down either side of the clitoris, right across the sensitive spot we found. Concealed within the plates are the two spikes. When these outer parts are deflected inwards by the clench, like this, a tiny movement causes these spikes to emerge. There is a strong spring to return them when the clench is relaxed. For a short period every three months, the spikes should be disengaged, unless you want to lose all interest in sex. This is done by moving this catch, here, with this little key or with a tiny pair of pliers. Now, the clench does not move the spikes. Re-engage by moving the catch back, like this. She cannot move the catch, even if she could reach it, because the spikes stick right out as the catch is moved across. Do you want to try it?"
We both looked at the arrangement, which we had seen described in pictures and reports, and moved the little catch to and fro. Without the special key, it would require a strong grip with a tiny pair of pliers, for the spring was very strong. I squeezed in the outer plates, to sense how strongly I would be clenching before the spikes came in. I found that they came in very suddenly when the pressure reached a certain critical level. The spikes were not sharp, designed to inflict pain but not injury. They would produce a very concentrated pressure against a sensitive nerve-focus. I felt the familiar intensity of fluttering down below but remained outwardly calm.
"The urine hole is opposite the rear of the vaginal opening, so that the flow goes across the whole length of the inner lips. This helps to sweep away any menstrual fluids. You will see that it is of quite large diameter, so as to take the full flow, but is shaped to have no direct access from outside to inside for any penetrating object. The outlet has a simple flap-valve made of a synthetic rubber to prevent back-flow or ingress of fluids from outside. By sealing this area, air is prevented from entering; it is the exposure of the residual fluids to air that causes problems of irritation and smells.
"At the rear of the crotch-plate is the hole for faeces. This does not have the wire barrier across it; that has been manufactured, here, and can be added at any time if you need. To the rear of this is the point where the hip-bands engage. They fit in to it like this, pointing out sideways, and then you rotate them forwards and inwards to engage on the hips." He performed the action. "Once the front parts of these are together, they will drop down into the front part of the crotch-plate, just above the pubic bone, where the lock snaps shut, holding them in place." He snapped the belt shut, and handed it to me to examine.
It was a work of art. It was light, smooth and elegant. The joints between the different parts looked smooth and only a hair-line crack was visible. I rubbed my finger across the join and could feel nothing. I handed it to Keith; he examined it, and nodded approval.
"The only metal parts are the lock, no bigger than a small ladies watch, the springs for the spikes, which are even smaller, and, if you have them fitted, the rear barrier wires. They will not set off most security screens. I supply three keys; keep them safe: without them the appliance has to be destroyed to remove it, and that would be expensive! I always keep a fourth key in a safe here.
"As you know, the belt is made of plastic. A few moments with a good pair of shears will remove it, but it will also destroy it. It cannot, however, be removed without detection: if it is in place and intact, it has not been removed. You can, as you have seen, shower, bath, swim, perform any body functions except for sex with it in place. For hygiene purposes, a good soak in the bath from time to time will be beneficial. Any questions?"
We were both silent. I wanted to get on and try it. I was not really taking anything in; far too apprehensive about this momentous step, about how it would feel. I was also somewhat breathless and aroused at the prospect.
"Right. For fitting, you should preferably be completely naked, and with an empty bladder. Please, Miranda." I took off my hospital gown. I did not need to pee. "You should hold onto a solid object, the foot-board of the bed, the back of a chair, a table; in this case the measuring couch. You should get your legs as wide apart as possible and crouch with your knees well bent, and with your torso erect. Press the front of the crotch-plate well into the base of the belly above the pubic bone, and rotate it down until the inner plates start to touch the labia. Make sure that they go between the inner and outer lips, like this. Part the bum-cheeks to let the rear opening fit snugly against the bum-hole. Now, put the two hip-bands in place in the rear mounting, facing outwards. Rotate them inwards together, they are linked, and you will find that they seem to be nearly an inch below the top edge of your hip-bone. Pull the whole thing up firmly, and it will close over the top of the hip-bone so that the fronts of the hip-bands meet and engage, like this. The top of the crotch-plate is just clear of the hip-bands now; draw them firmly together so that the lock engages." I heard the snap of the lock closing.
"You can stand up, now, Miranda. How does it feel?" How does a new pair of shoes feel when you first try them on? A new bra? I stood up, raised one leg and then the other, bent and straightened. It was tight, pressing in with an even pressure all over. It seemed to search deep into my crotch, and I was decidedly aroused, but there was no pain, no sense of any point having undue pressure or roughness.
"I will have to see how it goes, but, compared with other belts I have worn, my initial impressions are very good. I feel very aroused by it. It presses deep into me at a point that is very . . . sensitive for me and this makes me feel aroused. Also the idea of it. I need to clench, but I am afraid to."
"You can clench to find out how it feels, for the spikes are disengaged. You were clenching as I put it on, as you felt the outer plates press into you. This is why there was some difficulty getting it over your hip. You will have to learn not to clench at this point, or you will be hurt when the spikes are engaged."
I clenched, and felt the outer plates first resist me and then move inwards slightly. This was the point where the spikes would bite. I felt the strange fluttering sensation in my belly again: that terrible wonderful dread-desire combination.
"First, I want you both to fit and remove the appliance several times until you are confident in what you are doing. Try to concentrate on your internal relaxation to prevent the clench when it goes on, Miranda. For removal, it is the reverse procedure. Fit the key and rotate anti-clock-wise a quarter turn and the hip-bands pop out at the front. Rotate them outwards, and they disengage at the rear. Lift them out, and then you notice that the crotch-plate is held up by its fit over the pubic bone. Crouch, a little, please Miranda. Rotate it down and forward to release it. Miranda, you try first."
The first time I put it on, I caught one of the inner lips on the wrong side of the inner plates, and that hurt as I tried to pull up the hip-bands. After that, I got it right, and practised two more times, learning how to prevent the spontaneous clench as the crotch plate was pulled into its final position. Then Keith tried. He got it wrong too the first time, but he soon had the knack. After that, the belt was left on.
"What about the spikes?" asked Keith.
"How long does it take her to climax in a belt without touching? Nearly a fortnight? We take the fitting process in easy stages. First it is worn for half an hour, just sitting, standing and walking, then we check the fit. If it is OK, it goes on again over dinner, and gets checked after about two hours of wear. If it is OK again, it goes on over-night. Then tomorrow, we do some gentle exercise, then some more vigorous exercise, checking each time, and making adjustments if necessary. Sometimes we have to re-manufacture parts at this stage.
"There is a process of education of spike awareness. If we didn't do that, she could be taken by surprise at awkward times: when driving a car, or at work perhaps. During this process, the spikes are at first engaged for only a few minutes at a time, and then for increasing periods. Only when we are satisfied that both of you can handle the whole thing are they in place full time.
"So just now, Miranda, you can walk gently, sit down, stand up, but do nothing vigorous, and come back in half an hour for a check-up."
At the check-up, it was found that one of the inner plates was exerting slightly too much pressure on the under-side of my pubic bone. This was taken out and re-manufactured during dinner, so I did not wear it over then. After dinner, the belt with the new inner plate was fitted, and checked again an hour and again two hours later. There were no more problems.
That night I moved into the room with Keith. He was very affectionate, wanting to get me really aroused. I was well aroused already, though, because of the belt. Its smooth and gentle intransigence really got to me in a special way. I felt it deep inside me. I responded to him, giving him head which he liked, and trying to come as this could be my last chance for some time, but he came very quickly, turned on by my plight, and I didn't. I lay awake for a long time wondering what "education in spike awareness" might signify.
I had expected a lot of discomfort and annoyance from just lying in bed and rolling over. This had been the case with previous belts, but there was nothing worse than lying on a slightly creased sheet.
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