LIZ - Part 2

Liz sat back feeling stunned. Now that the act was done, she couldn't help wondering what she had let herself in for. Did she really want to wear a chastity belt permanently? Of course she could still back out, but she had to admit that the idea was beginning to grip her. Had she really just shared some of her innermost thoughts with a man she knew nothing about? Was he really going to make her a belt or was he right now enjoying a good orgasm and an even better laugh at her expense? Was he even a he? What was he like? Where did he live? Oh God, what if he lived locally? Please God, let him live in Alaska or Singapore or somewhere. The more she thought about it, the more she decided that Jenny's dismissive comments were probably right and that no belt would ever materialise

Even so, she had to admit that she may be getting as much stimulation from the idea as she attributed to her anonymous correspondent. She lay in bed that night, fingering herself to a frenzy, feeding her excitement with the thought that in a few weeks this might not be possible for her. As she drove herself to work the next morning, she imagined how the belt would feel, pressed hard against her by the seat. Suppose the outline showed through her office clothes, what could she possibly say if someone noticed? And what if one of the men asked her out? Well, she could perhaps go to dinner or the cinema, but there would never be a question of allowing him more than a peck on the cheek, and she would have to be sure not to let him even put his hands round her waist. Somehow there was a comfort in the thought that she would never have to decide whether to let a guy make love to her, but everything else just seemed to be making her more and more excited. How about.

BAARRP! A large truck scythed across her nose, horn blasting. Jolted back to reality, she realised she'd run a red light and nearly ended her fantasies forever. Ignoring the damp patch on the seat and hoping there wasn't a visible stain on her skirt she arrived, shaking, at work.

That evening she took herself to task and made some decisions. She had to admit that this business was turning her on more than she could ever have imagined, and if she did finally get a belt there was no way she could resist wearing it. That didn't mean she wanted it forever, though. After all, there wasn't much point in having it get her excited if she couldn't do anything about it. She would help the guy all she could with the design, and then wear it for a decent length of time to make him happy. How long could she stand? A month? Shouldn't be too hard. 3 months? Probably. 6? Hmm, that would be tough. A year? No, she just couldn't contemplate something as long as that. Maybe 6 months then, and if she found she liked wearing it anyway, she would get Jenny to unlock her - say - once a week after that.

Let's face it, this was all fantasy anyway. It would probably never happen. He hadn't even replied.

She found herself staring at the screen again.

Dear Liz,

Thank you for your last message. Sorry to take so long to reply, but I've been taking some time to research information and also have much to discuss.

First of all, I want to thank you for your honest reply, and for having the courage to realise your fantasies in the flesh, or rather the hard, unyielding, enclosing, protective stainless steel ;-).

Concerning the design of the device, I have two possibilities in mind; it is up to you to choose which you think is the best for you.

Choice 1.
The first design is not a belt, which is why I have been careful to refer to a device up to now. It consists of a plate curved to fit over the vulva, extending approximately half an inch over the labia majora on either side. The plate is held in place with pins passing through a series of piercings (probably 4 per side) through the labia. Above the clitoris it would be retained by either a Christina or hood piercing (your piercer would advise on the best for your anatomy). The pins would be shouldered where they meet the plate to prevent undue pressure on the lips, but would be short enough to prevent anything being inserted between the two surfaces. I have ideas for an unobtrusive locking device, but the details are not important at present. What I do think is vital is the provision of one or more spraybars mounted on the inside of the plate, connected to tapered holes on the outside. A flexible bulb pump with a nozzle to mate with the holes would permit cleaning while still seated on, or at least crouched above the loo. If the pump, a bottle of water and some wipes were kept handy, it should be reasonably convenient to use any er. convenience. The bulb could also blow air to help dispel any water more quickly. I am hopeful that after development this system would provide sufficient hygiene for both urinary and menstrual purposes. I do not think that the plate need extend right to the bottom of the vaginal opening. A shorter length would provide for easier hygiene and with the addition of a small grill at the bottom would prevent the insertion of any naughty tickling sticks ;-).

Advantages. The plate should be invisible under almost any clothes, even swimsuits perhaps with the addition of a little discreet padding. It offers almost no restriction on freedom of movement, though some care might be necessary when sitting on saddles. Probably (I stress probably!) won't activate airport metal detectors. From my point of view, this is also the easiest to make.

Disadvantages. You would have to get some genital piercings. I'm not sure that this device would reduce stimulation enough to prevent orgasm. With the outer lips attached directly to the plate, the sensations from a vibrator may even be enhanced (I can't be sure about this, I'm just not equipped to visualise it properly). Anal penetration would still be possible.

Choice 2
This is basically your standard chastity belt with the addition of the spraybar arrangement detailed above. Obviously I would incorporate the features I thought best out of the various designs available. The waist belt I envisage curving over the hips then drooping towards the front and rear, in a similar manner to the Goethals design. This should interfere with breathing and movement less than a straight loop around the waist. The use of the spraybar arrangement should eliminate the need for a slit in the front plate, hopefully making it possible to reduce the width slightly in that area too. Rear protection would be via a stainless steel band, somewhat similar to the Tollyboy FGA2000, but using a solid bar of changing cross section. Where it passed over the anus it would be of teardrop section, but as it curved round the coccyx should change to a flat band to provide more comfort and a smoother outline. I understand that the bar can be pulled slightly sideways while evacuating and it can then be cleaned with tissues and perhaps the assistance of the bulb pump. The lock should definitely be built in rather than a padlock (I still need to do some research to find the best lock) but apart from being pretty sure that it doesn't want to go on the waistband I'm not yet sure of the best position for it. If it's possible, I would like to avoid the use of a neoprene lining for the belt. This adds bulk and must be removed for cleaning. With the attention to detail that simply would not be practical with a commercial design, and using rolled edges at critical points I hope that sufficient comfort could be obtained.

Advantages. With the full belt design it should be possible to reduce stimulation sufficiently to prevent orgasm via the genitalia, even with a vibrator. Rear entry is prevented.

Disadvantages. Movement impeded much more than with Choice 1. Clothing choice more restricted. Metal detectors definitely activated. More likely to be noticed during intimate contact. Development time much longer. Construction more complicated.

OK. If you're still with me after all that, how do we go about fitting? I note from the newspaper you held up that you live in the USA. As I'm from England it's unlikely that we're going to get together for fitting sessions (I presume you'd prefer to hang on to your anonymity anyway). The idea I have in mind is that you make a casting of the appropriate part of your body (vulval area for Choice 1, full body wrap from high waist to knees for Choice 2) and send the mould to me. I'll take a pattern from that and use it to form whichever device you've chosen. Initially a test piece or two (hopefully no more :-)) in soft copper (stainless steel is a real swine to work), followed by a fully functional item in stainless. To permit accurate adjustment I will mark a grid on the pattern which will be replicated on each belt. The pattern can then be altered wherever you have a problem and a new piece made to suit. Going back to the casting, this can be in plaster of Paris (cheap, easy and VERY heavy) or fibreglass (more expensive, messier, but much lighter and far more durable). To learn how to do it, enter "plaster casts" or something similar on your search engine and you'll soon find your way to one of the recreational plastering sites (people who get a kick from wearing casts). They give plenty of how-to and sourcing information.

Finally Liz, a few points which I need to stress. I stress again that I am looking for someone who seeks permanent denial. You've been honest about some reservations over this and I can understand that you can't possibly know for certain until you've experienced the reality. However, I expect you to inform me if you decide that this is not what you are seeking after all. I will be putting considerable time and effort into this project on the understanding that this is the goal for both parties.

You will have noticed a great many "I think"s and "it should be possible"s in the writing above. I've already said I'm not an expert in this field, just handy with tools and blessed with a warped mind. If you need something that you can simply step into and snap the lock shut, let us part now. What I can offer is not so much a free belt as a partnership in a project.

Please would you let me have your flatmate's e-mail address. It is important that I am able to discuss some of her duties as keyholder with her in private. From a security point of view there are some aspects of the design which must be for her ears only, in addition to agreements we must reach concerning your physical and psychological wellbeing. I appreciate that I am still a stranger to you and that you may be uncomfortable with this, but I can only ask you to put your trust in your future keyholder.

And, the very end, a few notes concerning the protection offered by a chastity device. These may well be aspects that you have already considered, but I feel it would be irresponsible of me not to raise them.

First, no chastity belt is completely escape proof. What has been made can be destroyed. However, it can be made sufficiently difficult/embarrassing/potentially painful to remove that this is a tougher option than continued wearing, no matter how frustrating the former.

Second, The device should prevent any self gratification, will obviously stop you willingly inviting penetration, and should provide protection from, say, an opportunist planning to take advantage of you by getting you drunk at a party. However, if you are ever unfortunate enough to encounter a genuine serial rapist, a chastity belt will probably cause you greater harm than its absence. Such men are not after sex per se, but power over women. If you deny him that power, he will be much more likely to hurt you in other ways. This is an unlikely scenario, thank God, but you should be aware of it.

I'll leave you to think over all I have written.

With warm regards,

Tony

Liz read the message through twice, and sat back. If this guy did as much metal bashing as writing, she'd be awash with chastity belts. It had to be a belt. There was never any question about that. She'd only ever had her ears pierced and certainly had no wish to have someone poking needles in her nether regions. She found herself curling up just thinking about it, especially when she remembered Jenny's description of having her nipples done. Ack! No! In any case, the fantasy had always been about a belt. She'd always imagined the feel of it curled round her waist, tucked up against her crotch, even the pull and squeeze of it as she moved. Somehow the metal was always cold in her imagination. She shook her head. She was already thinking about this as a done thing, even though she wasn't sure how long she wanted to wear it. She didn't want to cheat Tony, he seemed very honest with her, but there was no way she was backing out now. She'd read every part of the description of the belt; smoothed her hands over her hips to follow the line of the waist belt; thought how it would feel and look on her body, sweeping smoothly and sexily round her. The rear band would drop down from just there, divide her smooth cheeks (she would be able to feel it whenever she clenched her buttocks) until it anchored the front plate. She could almost feel the plate cupping her pussy, covering it, protecting it and completely denying her any contact with it. Not even a slit! Damn the consequences! She wanted that belt so much it hurt. She could come to some agreement with Jen if necessary, and she'd worry about explaining things to Tony later. Besides, it was always possible that she wouldn't want to take it off. Maybe.

She dashed off a reply to Tony, explaining her feelings about the belt over the other device, allaying his reservations about her wish for a permanent fitting, giving him Jenny's e-mail number and asking exactly what he wanted in the way of a casting.

Another flurry of messages was exchanged, and finally the two girls were standing in the kitchen, with polythene sheets all over the floor, and a pile of odd casting equipment on the table.

"OK Sweets, Do those gorgeous tights feel as good as they look?"

Liz was standing in the middle of the floor wearing only a cutoff t-shirt and a pair of black latex tights a size too small for her. Her beltmaker (as she was beginning to think of him) had suggested these in order to compress any loose flesh and obtain the most accurate moulding possible of her body. She harboured her suspicions at his motivations for specifying latex, but after Jenny had taken her to a fetish shop that made her jaw drop (trust Jen to know where it was located, she thought with a sniff) and she had slowly eased the strange garment up her legs (trust Jen to know that she should dust herself with talc first) she had to admit that there was a certain something.

"Well, they feel really strange, especially at first when they're cold, but I must admit, after a few minutes. well, they sort of smooth themselves round you and grip you".

She was beginning to feel glad that they were so impervious too, or she'd have been worrying about another telltale damp patch.

"Well, let's see. I'm supposed to stand straight and square, feet about a foot apart. I'd better hold on to this chair back to keep myself steady. Ready when you are Jen".

She let out a small squeal as the cold silicon spray enveloped her tights. She couldn't help feeling that her vulva received more attention from the aerosol than was really necessary, but when she looked down the glossy blackness that met her eyes was amazing. This was turning into an adventure all of its own. At that moment a damp fibreglass bandage began to wrap itself round her waist. The padding usually used under casts would have been useless for the current plan, but the wrapping was comfortable enough. Jenny had to work quickly before each roll hardened, but Liz noticed she still managed to ensure that her crotch area was well bound and smoothed. There was lots of rushing around, laughter and the odd frantic fumble, but soon Jenny became aware of the sensations on her body from the first part of the process. There was a distinct warmth, not too uncomfortable, but even though she was consciously trying not to move, she could feel her waist area stiffening up. The sensation spread, until by the time Jenny announced herself finished she was already virtually immobile. She made herself stay as she was until the curing was complete, and then Jenny lowered her gently to the floor, with some difficulty.

"OK, shall I cut it off now?"

"Um, no Jen, not just yet, I'd like to explore this experience for a bit."

Cautiously she moved her hands over the slightly rough surface, down her hips, over her crotch. Nothing. Despite the throbbing she could feel inside, despite the wetness, the puffiness of her lips, all of them aching for stimulation in their rigid latex prison, when she ran her hand over them there was nothing. Her brain told her that her hand was in the right position, yet her fingers touched only a hard convex surface, and her screaming pussy merely baked in its steaming juices. The contradictory signals her body was giving her were overwhelming. She knew that she was wetter than she had ever been in her life. She had never even considered that this would be her first chastity experience. Involuntarily her hips tried to buck, but their restraint meant that she could barely raise her buttocks from the floor, feeling the shocks right through her body and hearing the series of faint bangs on the floor each time they dropped down again. She hardly noticed her flatmate standing near, mouth agape. Her feet scrabbled and slipped in vain on the slippery polythene. Her left hand still pummelling ineffectually at the unyielding skin over her vulva, she began squeezing and twisting at her nipples, desperate for any sensation she could drag from her body. She was unaware of Jenny dropping down beside her, hardly realising that the other hand on her nipples was not her own. Her eyes now tightly shut, the first she knew of Jenny's approach was when another pair of lips buried themselves against hers. Beyond caring, she returned the kisses avidly, tongues seeking and exploring eagerly. For a moment Jenny's mouth was taken away, and then it was replaced by her warm, soaking vulva as the other girl crouched over her, moaning and crying and working her crotch back and forth over Liz's mouth. It was Jenny's cry of pleasure and redoubled movements, followed by her sudden movement away which brought Liz back to the real world. She was still hot, high and throbbing, but she was beginning to realise that that was as far as she was going to get. No matter what she did, she was unable to give herself enough stimulation to push herself over the edge. The realisation kept her quivering there, pure noise coming from her throat, for several minutes.

Eventually she felt a pair of calming hands on her shoulders. Her friend was leaning over her, smiling at her gently. Liz could only stare back, misty eyed from the depths of her passion. Her body was trembling, her hips still bucking involuntarily.

"Jen, I can't do it, I can't get there! I want it more than ever in my life and I can't get it!

"I know, Liz, I know. Try and get control of your limbs and then I can get the cast off."

They were both dripping with sweat and vaginal fluids, faces streaked with tears. Eventually Liz calmed down enough that it was possible to use the cutters on the cast without too much risk, though even so she was nicked in a few places, and the tights were probably beyond repair. As soon as she could escape from the confinement, she leapt up to go to her room and quench the fire still raging inside her, but she was amazed to find herself back on the floor in an instant. Partly her trembling legs had sagged beneath her, but she had also been dragged back down by a pair of enthusiastic hands.

"No you don't. Now it's your turn!"

The tattered tights were dragged quickly down and immediately she found a head buried between her thighs. Moments later she exploded in delight. She could only wrap her arms round Jenny's locks and hold on as waves of pleasure shook her. Eventually she subsided, gradually realising that the movements of the figure between her legs was becoming more erratic and emitting muffled noises, which might have included the word "drowning". She let go and sank back, exhausted. Jenny slowly looked up, gasping and red. She pulled a stray hair from between her teeth and rested her chin on Liz's mons, grinning broadly.

This was chastity?

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