LIZ - Part 3

At first they were both a little embarrassed after the romp in the kitchen.

Neither of them had been prepared for the way things had developed, and neither of them had thought of themselves as gay, but the fact remained that not only did they enjoy each other's company very much, they were now aware every time they shared the sofa to watch TV that they felt the same way about each other's bodies. Fear that their feelings weren't mutual inhibited them for a while, but soon they were making tentative references to their unexpected experiment, and within a couple of weeks Liz's bedroom was virtually unused as they snuggled together in Jenny's bed each night. It was remarkable how quickly, once the ice was broken, they went from best of friends to most intimate of lovers, revelling in all the silly things that lovers do; holding hands, leaving little notes at the breakfast table, buying each other silly presents.

Unfortunately it wasn't long before Liz felt her new lover's enthusiasm receding. Having thought she had found love at last the rejection was too much, and Jenny arrived home one evening to find her sobbing on the sofa.

"I thought you loved me. What's the matter?" Liz responded between sobs to her worried question.

"I do Liz. I love you more than I could have believed, but shortly there's a chastity belt going to arrive here for you and I'm afraid that I'm not making it easy for you to wear it. I can see how right Tony was when he said that your keyholder shouldn't be your lover" she added.

"Jenny, I never realised I could feel about anyone as I feel about you. If it means losing what I've got with you I don't think I want to wear a belt after all".

"Now hang on. You've made a promise here, and on the strength of that this guy's making you a belt for free. Besides, this is something you've dreamed about for years. First of all, you're not going to lose me. I plan to be with you for good. Second, as your keyholder I've made some promises too, and I don't intend to break them. You might be surprised to hear that I've had quite a bit of correspondence with Tony about this and we both think that the way this is approached and your emotional wellbeing are very important. I know the belt will mean some changes between us, for one thing there are areas where you are going to have to hand over control to me, but if you think I don't love you you're crazy. Actually, the idea of being in control is turning me on!"

While saying all this, Jenny had begun to slowly but firmly massage her girlfriend's shoulders. Gradually the crying stopped, the tension eased out of Liz's muscles and Jenny's hands gradually moved down her body. Liz suddenly flung her arms round Jenny and laid her head on her chest.

"Don't leave me Jen. I love you. I think I always loved you. Please don't ever leave me!"

Jenny cradled her lover's head in her arms.

"Don't worry Liz. I'll never leave you. You'll always be mine, my darling. I want you to be my pretty pet forever."

It was a couple of weeks later that Jenny arrived home on the Friday and waved a package in front of the other girl.

"Guess what, Lover!"

Liz saw the mass of foreign stamps on the parcel and her heart quickened. Then she realised that it had been addressed to Jenny rather than herself.

"Why couldn't I have collected it from the post office?" she asked, but was soon shushed. Nor was she allowed to open the parcel.

"I'll explain everything in a minute." she was told "In the meantime, take your clothes off and go and have a shower."

A bit miffed at Jenny's bossy attitude, she was nonetheless sufficiently charged with both excitement and apprehension to do as she was bid as quickly as possible. When she got back to the living room the opened box was sitting on the table. Eagerly she went to look inside it.

"STOP!"

Jenny was just coming out of the bedroom holding a large towel.

"I want you to leave it there for a minute, Liz. There are some things I need to explain to you, and you have to agree to, first.

"Come and sit beside me on the sofa.

"Now, I told you that I had been having lots of discussion about this with Tony, and we've agreed that wearing this belt musn't be a casual thing for you; it has to involve a certain amount of discipline. So, if you want to wear it, you must agree to the following.

First, although the belt was made to fit you, it has been given to me. You will not be allowed to fit or remove it yourself, I will always do it for you. You will never own this belt, even though you wear it.

Second, this is the first prototype and obviously adjustments will have to be made. You will of course tell me if you are suffering discomfort, but the decision to remove it will be mine. Initially it will almost certainly not be possible to wear it full time either to prevent chafing or because a part is being modified, but you must agree in advance that it will be refitted when I think appropriate.

Third, you must agree to whatever measures I think are necessary to prevent you playing with yourself while your belt is removed.

Fourth, for hygiene reasons you must remove your pubic hair."

Liz's mind was reeling. Seeing the belt on the table, waiting for her, made for her, was making her tremendously excited. To her surprise her nipples were also hardening at Jenny's sudden authoritarian attitude and clipped precise speech, though she also felt a slight tug of apprehension at the change of tone. But shave herself! That was unexpected. Yet. it made sense. and again, the idea made her tingle. Looking at the belt sitting on the table decided her. She wanted that thing wrapped round her loins. Now.

"OK Jen. I agree."

"You sure Liz? This isn't going to be a game you can back out of in 5 minutes you know!"

"Jen! I agree! Please! Just let me get the belt on!"

"OK, lie on this towel, bend your knees and spread your legs."

Carefully Jenny cut her bush as close as possible with scissors, then applied a depilatory cream, eventually wiping it off and washing the area according to the instructions. Liz was getting more excited by the minute, at Jenny's closeness to her sex, at the slight tug of the scissors, at the coldness, then the warmth of the cream, then the strangely smooth feel of the washing and drying cloths, and all the time at the thought of what was to come. She stood up as instructed and reached down to feel her bald and throbbing pussy.

"Stop! Your time for that is over. Put your hands on your head and close your eyes."

Trembling slightly, a trickle of juice running down her thigh, she obeyed. First she was dusted with talcum powder. There was a slight clank as Jenny picked up the belt and went behind her. The room became silent. She was instructed to raise her right leg, then lower it. She felt something bump against her calf as it was raised up. The world stopped. Cold metal touched her right side and her crotch. Something narrow and cold passed between her labia. Her sharp hiss filled the universe. The device settled into position against her right side and crotch. The cold metal against her freshly bared skin was exquisitely intolerable. The belt was pulled up harder against her. A line of coldness touched the bottom of the crack between her buttocks. She felt a pressing against her left side also, until there was an even, firm pressure right round her waist and between her legs. A further tug on the waistband to make the ends fit. A slight scrape as the hasp slid over the staple in front. A slight rattle as the padlock was slid into position. Then a quiet click that made her cry out loud and echoed and echoed inside her brain. She came. Without touching herself, hands still on her head, eyes tightly shut, she shook and shivered as the waves of orgasm engulfed her. Eventually she collapsed panting on the sofa.

For several minutes she did nothing, just sat and recovered. She saw Jenny looking at her with a strange mixture of emotions running across her face. She wasn't sure if it was possible to register concern, admiration and triumph all at the same time, but that's what she was seeing. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she moved her hands down and felt herself. The metal was now warmer than she'd always imagined, but just as hard, just as impenetrable. The waist band was digging in to her stomach already, and she wriggled into a more upright position. Of her own crotch she could feel nothing, just an unyielding surface. It was like the fibreglass except that this time she knew that it wasn't coming off in a few minutes. This was just as she had always dreamed, and yet at the same time the sensations were completely different. She could feel herself becoming excited again, oddly becoming more so as she tried to touch herself and couldn't.

Standing up, she admired herself in the mirror. The dream of all those years had finally come true, and she saw the most intimate parts of her body encased in irremovable metal, her own body locked away from her touch. The actual belt was rather different from the design they had initially discussed over the net. As Jenny explained, Tony had found that a straight waistband provided better support and control than one that curved over the hips and down at the front. He had also made only one end of the waistband detachable from the crotch piece for the same reason. Fortunately there had been just enough give in the belt to enable Jenny to pull it up over her hips and settle it into place. The crotch piece curved both from front to rear and side to side in order to conform to her body shape. There was no opening at the front except for a small one to insert the nozzle of the water bulb for hygiene puroses. Over her clitoris and labia the metal bulged noticeably in order to avoid any possible stimulation. The bulge continued to the rear end of the plate in order to provide a drainage channel for fluids. As this version was temporary it was made of easily worked copper with brass fittings, a hasp and padlock had been used rather than make any attempt to fit a fancy integral lock and the separate components were bolted together to permit individual modification if required. However, in deference to the fact that as soon as the fit was good enough it would be worn continually (Liz shivered slightly as Jenny said this), the metal was lacquered to prevent corrosion. As Jenny described the features and changes, Liz stood and looked in the mirror, occasionally unable to resist the temptation to run her hands over her loins. Every time she did so and felt hard metal instead of her soft body, she thrilled at the feeling. Why on earth should it look and feel so right?. Perhaps it was just that she'd imagined this crazy thing wrapped around her for so long that she felt incomplete without it.She could feel the tightness of the belt even standing up; it squeezed her enough to prevent her taking a deep breath. She was aware of every touch of the metal against her flesh, her senses sharpened to a knife edge. The dull but insistent pressure of the waisband, the comfortable but firm cupping of her pussy, the very touch on her skin feeling strange without its furry protection, the rod curving between her buttocks and right against her anus in a way that was not uncomfortable but somehow insistent.

She realised that Jen had stopped talking, and was looking at her.

"Are you happy?" she asked.

"I'm not sure that happy's the word" answered Liz. "It just feels so right. It's as though I'm finally complete; I can finally relax. I never knew it would be quite like this."

Jenny stared at her for some time.

"I hope you realise just what you've taken on." She said quietly.

After the first moments of euphoria, it seemed a bit of an anti-climax to come back to the real world, but the whole idea of the chastity belt was that it should become an inseparable part of her existence. They passed the evening chatting and watching TV. Liz found that lounging on the sofa was no longer a part of her lifestyle, and that she had to sit fairly upright to avoid the waitband digging in. Jenny insisted on her having several drinks, until she could put off a visit to the bathroom no longer. Embarrassment was added to the complication when Jen also insisted on watching the procedure, and took copious notes. It was not as messy as Liz had feared and the internal nozzle helped to keep her clean when a rubber bulb full of warm water was applied to the hole on the outside. However it was obvious that drying herself under the metal would be a problem, and the nozzle would need some redesign before it worked properly.

Before going to bed, Liz was ordered to put her hands on her head and the belt was removed to check for chafing. Jenny scribbled in her notebook. There were no major problems, so she was towelled dry in the parts she hadn't been able to reach, dusted with talc, and the belt reapplied.

In bed she tongued Jenny to a powerful orgasm after only a few minutes, and then they lay in each other's arms. Sleep was a long time coming for Liz. There was the immediate frustration of having satisfied her lover while being unable to do anything for herself, the constant stimulus of Jenny's body pressed against hers, the constant physical presence of the metal casing over her throbbing pussy, but most of all the tape playing over and over in her head. "I'm wearing a chastity belt. A real chastity belt. I can't remove it. I can't touch myself. I'll be wearing it until Jenny takes it off, and there's nothing I can do about it. I'm wearing a chastity belt."

When the morning alarm went off, it triggered two very different reactions. Jenny had slept deeply after her orgasm and came bouncing into the world. Almost her first action was to reach over to her lover, and while kissing her long and deeply, feel over her girdle with her hands. Liz was rather less chirpy. She felt like she had had about one hour's sleep. The belt was now starting to dig in quite badly in places. She was tired, sore and horny and beginning to wish she had never had anything to do with damn chastity belts. Jenny insisted that she perform her morning bathroom chores first, but then promised to remove the belt for an inspection. Once again she insisted on watching the process and writing it up, and it was a great relief to Liz that the anal band turned out to have enough give if she pulled it hard to one side to permit defecation without obstruction. Showering was also accomplished without much trouble, though again, drying behind the belt was almost impossible.

Once it was removed for inspection, Jenny declared that the belt would not be worn that day, as the chafing looked bad in places and would only get worse. At first relieved, and pleasantly soothed both by the cream her lover applied and the gentleness of her touch, Liz left for work. It was later in the day, the discomforts no longer in her immediate consciousness, that her old feelings began to reassert themselves. There was no doubt that she loved the feel of the belt around her. She even rather liked the way it made demands on her breathing and movement. She missed its unyielding contact with her body, and if she was honest, she missed having Jenny in control of part of her body.

So she was more than ready when her keyholder announced that evening that they were ready to try again. Jenny spent a good amount of time that evening exchanging e-mails about the various problem areas, and carried out a few small tweaks on the waistband, while Tony was to send over a modified crotch piece. Once again Liz stood with her hands on her head and felt the hard metal settle round her body, followed by the click that told her that her choice in the matter was ended. Her initial irritation that all the discussions about the belt had taken place over her head had given way to a pleasant feeling of being cared for and protected. To give herself up to the combined authority of Jenny and the belt was not just the easiest course, it was actually enjoyable.

However, once again she didn't get much sleep. This was partly due to her arousal from Jenny's kisses and caresses, followed by her demands that Liz bring her to orgasm with her tongue. She rather suspected that her keyholder was getting her excited on purpose, and indeed she felt extremely frustrated, especially when from force of habit she kept putting her hand between her legs, only to encounter her metal shield. Yet her frustration was in itself somehow stimulating. The main reason she couldn't sleep, however, was sheer physical discomfort. The crotch piece dug into her thighs if she lay on her side, and the waistband did the same if she was on her back. She could snatch some sleep by lying on her stomach, where the pressure from the belt was more spread out, but kept waking up with aching boobs and short of breath. In the morning she was once again sore and chafed and the belt had to be removed, though once more she had to use the bathroom first under Jenny's watchful eye and rapidly filling notebook so that they could learn more about the best procedures.

So the days went on, bringing a steady increase in her wearing time as they modified the belt and Liz's body adapted to it. The replacement crotch piece helped, as did the discovery that she could sleep on her side with if she put a pillow between her legs. Wearing the belt for 24 hours for the first time was a red letter day, despite her qualms at the thought of wearing it to work. She wore a loose, heavy skirt and to her surprise was unable to detect any odd looks from her co-workers. It's true that her work did suffer however. She found it hard to concentrate when she was continually aware of the device locked around her, quite apart from the fact that she was hornier than ever after Jenny's attentions the night before.

Perhaps the biggest leap forward was when they obtained some strips of capilene moisture wicking cloth which they laid under the waistband and the upper part of the crotch piece. Liz used further strips to dry herself off after washing or using the loo by slipping them through the rear bar and sliding them forward until she could dry her crotch area. This made a vast difference to her comfort, and instead of wearing the belt for a day or so then needing a day of recovery, she found that after two days she still felt comfortable. Indeed, when Jenny inspected her, instead of receiving the usual permission to put her hands down from her head and being told that she would not be wearing the belt for 24 hours, she gasped a little as she felt the metal being pulled back up her body, and once again heard the wonderful click of the padlock ensuring her compliance. Jenny came round to face her.

"I think you're getting to the stage where it won't be necessary to remove your belt at all" she purred with a devilish glint in her eye. "How does the thought of being my permanent little belted pet feel now?"

Her fingers were gently flicking the tips of Liz's rapidly hardening nipples up and down. Liz's breath was getting shorter. Her hands were still on her head (it had become the custom that she didn't take them down until given permission).

"I want it more than anything! Please Mistress, keep me forever!"

They were both surprised at the words. Liz had never used the title Mistress before, but although little had been said, they were both aware of the changing nature of their relationship.

"Be very careful of what you wish for Liz; your dreams might come true" she was warned quietly.

She wore the belt for the whole week without interruption. Her hands were back on her head on the Saturday evening for a check, but it was immediately refitted. She was able to attend to her own hygiene, including her periods, could (just) manage to replace the cloth strips while still belted, was able to sleep at night (at least, it wasn't discomfort from the belt that stopped her), and no longer suffered from any chafing that the occasional dab of cream wouldn't cure. She had learned to move and sit and breathe and lie in ways that accommodated the implacable steel. The accommodation of course, was all on her part. She still had attacks of shyness in public, especially as Jenny liked her to wear quite revealing clothes while they were out, and her requests were sounding more and more like demands. Otherwise the only problem was her evergrowing frustration. It might be a strangely pleasurable frustration, but frustation it still was.

The following Friday brought a surprise. As she entered the living room she saw a familiar looking parcel on the table, covered in foreign stamps. Jenny came in from the kitchen. She looked ravishing in a long elegant evening gown, and Liz's heart leapt.

"Hush Baby" said Jenny, putting her fingers to her lover's lips before she could speak.

"Go and have a long soak in the bath, then put on something sexy. Dinner is in 1 hour". A cocktail was pressed into her hand and she was sent on her way with a short but passionate kiss and a slap on her rump.

Just under an hour later she smirked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a short black velvet drees that she knew Jenny loved. Long hold up stockings, her highest heels, and a careful session in front of her makeup mirror and she was getting turned on by her own image. Once again she felt the intensity of her love/hate relationship with her belt. It was now over two weeks since she had had an orgasm, and while that would not have concerned her greatly at one time, the constant presence of the belt, exacerbated by her mistress's regular teasing, now kept her almost permanently aroused.

Jenny said nothing as she returned to the living room, but Liz could see her impact in her eyes. They enjoyed a leisurely meal, chatting of inconsequential things, Liz determined to ignore the ache in her loins making her squirm occasionally, neither of them mentioning their current feelings or the box in the corner. Only the intensity of Jenny's eyes as they roved constantly over Liz's body betrayed the fact that they were both aroused. Her own eyes were doing the same to Jenny. Eventually coffee and liqueurs were finished, leaving them lightheaded from the alcohol and hot from their silent foreplay.

Jenny stood up. She took Liz's hand and motioned her to rise also. She wrapped her arms around her and kissed her long and deep. Liz was aware of a roaring in her ears and a pink haze obscuring her vision, but the sensations were nothing compared with the scent of her lover's body and the feel of it pressing against hers.

"You know much I love you. Don't you?" asked Jenny.

"Yes". She could barely croak.

"You asked me to keep you forever. I'm going to do just that. Close your eyes and hold your hands together in front of you".

Liz felt Jenny move behind her. With a quiet tinkle, something smooth went round her throat, and she realised she was wearing a leather collar. Instinctively she moved her hands up towards it, but a sound from Jenny stopped her. Next she felt padding placed over her eyes, which pressed in slightly as a buckle was tightened at the back. She was told to open her mouth and felt considerable apprehension, if no surprise, when a rubber ball was squeezed past her teeth. Once in it was not immediately uncomfortable, though she was unable to close her mouth or make any intelligible sound. While she was examining this latest addition to her wardrobe with the little tongue movement available to her she felt it settle deeper into her mouth as another strap was tightened at the back. Her dress was slipped from her shoulders and allowed to slide to the ground, then despite her misgivings she allowed Jenny to wrap further straps round her wrists. They were then joined together in front with a click and moved up to her neck, where another click attached them to her collar. She had no choice now but to trust Jenny completely. Her heart was pounding with a mixture of apprehension and excitement, but she kept still. The chastity belt unlocked and she felt it prised over her hips and slid down her legs. The feeling of nakedness and vulnerability as she obediently stepped out of it was almost overwhelming. Jenny spent some time examining her, turning her round and probing her at various points, apparently making notes as usual. The only sound was an involuntary cry by Liz as Jenny's fingers glided slowly and gently over her soaking, puffed labia. She was depilated again and then had a moment of peace as Jenny moved away. She returned, something clanking in her hand. Liz lifted her right leg at a touch of command, and there was a familiar feeling of metal sliding up her leg. It was only as the waistband was tightened that she realised that the feel was subtly different; it was warmer than she expected, and the lock closed with a different movement and quieter click.

Jenny's voice confirmed her assumption. Her mistress was standing behind her, lips close to her ear, hands gently, tantalisingly caressing her body and belt.

"You've guessed of course that this is a new belt. You always knew that the old one was a trial version to get the design right; well now that you've worn it for over two weeks without problems, we decided that it was time to prepare the final version. The fit should be the same as your old one, but there are three important differences in the design. First, it's made of hardened stainless steel. This means you need never worry about it corroding or reacting with your body. The only way to cut the metal is by a welding torch or angle grinder; I'm sure you can imagine the effect they would have on your body underneath. Second, it has a built in compact lock of very high quality, so you won't have a padlock bulge under your clothes to worry about. This means you can wear skimpier outfits in public, of course"

As she said this, Jenny felt Liz's nipples harden further under her dress. She tweaked them both and was rewarded by a soft moan from behind the gag,

"Third, there are small but strong D rings fitted inconspicuously round the belt. I'll leave you to contemplate their use. I promised to keep you forever, and I intend to do exactly that. At first your belt will need to be removed occasionally for inspection and hair removal. Whenever I decide that this is necessary, you will first be confined in the collar and cuffs you are wearing now. They will not be removed until the belt is refitted. My darling, however you feel about it, you no longer wear a chastity belt voluntarily, you are going to be kept encased in it forever.By the way, I've bought an electrolysis kit so your pussy hairs will gradually be permanently removed. I understand that it's quite an uncomfortable process, so you will be tied down while it's done. I have started to enjoy the idea of keeping you physically controlled very much, so I'll be adorning you with restraints on other occasions as well. I know that this is a more intense situation than you originally planned - than either of us planned - but remember that I love you truly, and if I didn't think you were going to learn to love this, I wouldn't be doing it. Just to bring it home to you, and tease you for a little longer about seeing your new belt, I'm going to keep the blindfold and restraints on you for the night. The gag will come off though. I'm feeling unbelievably hot, and your tongue has a whole lot of work to do".

[ Story continues in Chapter Four ]
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