Sarah could have been making it all up, of course. That had only occurred to Sandra now she'd had time to 'come down' from her exciting visit to Mrs. Montfort's. The place had been real, of course...but the people ? Very strange. And yet she was one of them, was she not ? One of the crowd now. Certainly she would be going back to Mrs Montfort's the following weekend. There was a long way to go with this time in a chastity belt, and Sandra wanted to get through it as pleasantly as possible.
She'd now been in the chastity belt for almost two months. Another inspection was due today. Sandra wasn't worried about it - the belt was fine, and so was she. She had taken the day off work for the inspection, and as the time approached she had a long relaxing bath, then sat reading a magazine.
Presently there was a knock at the door. Sandra was surprised to see a young woman, about the same age as herself. Surely this was not the company's inspector.
The girl handed Sandra a business card. The card read:
This was the engineer who had come to inspect Sandra today.
"Oh..right," she faltered, "you'd better come in."
"Thank you," the girl said.
When they were inside, the girl set about making the inspection.
"First things first," she said crisply, "let me introduce myself. Veronica Jay. You will address me as 'Miss Jay'. Is that clear?"
Sandra was quite taken aback at this schoolmarm-ish approach.
"Er yes I suppose so."
"Good. I intend to make a very thorough inspection of the chastity belt, and of yourself, as per the terms and conditions of your contract. I always remove belts, for a thorough examination; consequently you will need to be restrained in the approved fashion, to prevent you from gaining access to your vagina. Have you had the belt removed before?"
"Er yes, once so far."
"I see. Well there are new procedures, which I will explain. A removal of the belt, however temporarily, leaves the vagina unsecured. To prevent the incumbent from some unauthorized attentions from herself she must be restrained."
Miss Jay reached into a large briefcase and produced the restraints.
"A neck-collar, and some cuffs. The cuffs are placed round the wrists, a chain is attached to the back of the collar, and the hands are secured high up the back. You follow?"
Sandra was stunned. "Er yes, yes I understand. It's not necessary, but..."
"Good," Miss Jay interrupted her. "I'd like you to get completely undressed now please. Everything off, if you don't mind."
Sandra began undressing. "Yes, of course."
"Could you try to remember to say, 'Miss Jay' when you address me please?" Miss Jay corrected her.
"Er yes, of course..sorry Miss Jay."
When Sandra was completely naked, Miss Jay began buckling the deep leather collar round her neck. As the various buckles were tightened, Sandra found her head being held high and more or less static. The collar was very deep, and stiff. Miss Jay continued to tighten the various buckles, and soon Sandra began to feel a little faint from the pressure on her neck and the base of her skull.
It was impossible to move her head or turn her neck at all now. But Miss Jay wasn't finished. There was a stay on the front of the collar, that forced Sandra's chin up, and as Miss Jay adjusted the stay, Sandra's head was gradually forced back, until she could only stare at the ceiling.
Sandra felt shocked and debilitated; almost isolated now. She stood naked; head trapped and forced upwards, almost choking in the tight, restricting collar, and staring silently upwards. Speech would be difficult, she felt sure, should it be needed.
Next she felt her wrists being drawn behind her, fastened into leather cuffs; and then the chain was attached from the cuffs to the back of the collar. Miss Jay began shortening the chain, and Sandra's wrists were dragged high up behind her back.
She was absolutely helpless.
"That's the restraints done," Miss Jay commented. "I'm going to remove the belt now; then you can sit down while I examine it."
It was a strange experience feeling the chastity belt being removed. It was so much a part of her now, it almost felt wrong to remove it, for whatever purpose.
Sandra couldn't see what was going on - she couldn't look down..couldn't see the belt being removed. She heard Miss Jay jangling some keys, then felt her fiddling around; then suddenly the waistband sprung free. She felt the front plate and vulva-shield fall away, and the entire belt being taken from her.
She felt the unfamiliar freedom of her vaginal area; the bareness of it; the coolness of the air to it, instead of the warm metal which had been jammed up against her there for so many weeks now.
Miss Jay sat Sandra down. From this elevation Sandra could see in her peripheral vision Miss Jay standing holding the belt. She couldn't see very clearly, because her head was still inclined toward the ceiling.
"This needs a good clean up," Miss Jay commented. Then she put the belt down and came over to where Sandra was sitting. "You could probably do with a good clean up too. Spread your legs for me, let's examine you."
Miss Jay poked around in between Sandra's legs. "Bit of hygiene work required here," she commented. "Nothing too drastic. When I've sorted the belt out I'll shave you off; give you a douche and a spray. Clean you up real well while I've got the belt off. Understand?"
Sandra's mind was reeling from the onslaught of this super-confident young woman.
"Er, yes," she managed to say. "Look...I'm sorry but it's ever so difficult to discuss things while I'm in this collar."
Miss Jay held up her hand. "That's okay - we'll have a discussion after I've got you sorted and the belt back on. There are a few points to discuss. The company's adopted some new policies. One of them being that all inspectors are now called Personal Mentors. I'm your Personal Mentor. More about that after I've done the work I need to do. I'm going to check and clean the belt first, then get you sorted out."
Miss Jay went into the kitchen to check and clean the belt. Then she shaved Sandra's vagina clean as a whistle; douched her; sprayed her, and put the chastity belt back on her. The belt had to be adjusted slightly, to get the front plate tightly into contact with the shaved vagina.
"Okay," Miss Jay declared at last, "you're all done. Locked up again, safer than Fort Knox. You can put your clothes on again after I untie you."
Next Miss Jay began writing her report. "You'll need to sign this when I've typed it on the laptop. Sandra watched what Miss Jay was typing...
Examined wearer thoroughly. Shaved, cleaned, douched and sprayed vagina and surrounding area. Advice given on personal hygiene. Wearer fully restrained while belt was off.
Condition of belt, and findings.
Miss Jay turned to Sandra. "I need to discuss this with you before I write it up. Two things..well, possibly three actually. Firstly, there are signs of interference with the belt - some scratch marks. Have you been trying to free yourself from the belt?"
"No, no," Sandra began, "that was from before. I told the last inspector, and I've been interviewed about it. It was accidental damage - I fell against the radiator."
Miss Jay looked dubious. "There's nothing in any previous report. I'll certainly have to put it in this report. And I'm giving you an official warning about it. I'm pretty sure you've not got out of the belt at any time, so I'm not giving you any penalties."
"The second thing is that from some of the deposits on the back of the vulva shield, you seem to be overheating a bit, down there. I'm not sure why that is. Do you wear underwear - or just the belt?"
"Just the belt, usually," Sandra told her. "Occasionally I'll wear some big pants, if I'm worried about the belt being noticeable."
Miss Jay nodded. "Okay. It could be the vulva-shield; plus you've got quite a wide front-plate. I don't want to change any of the specifications though, or you might try to find a way of masturbating, and I don't want that. Actually you're quite a 'big' girl, and they tend to sweat more than others, so it could just be that. On the other hand it could be because you're getting sexually aroused. I notice you have a huge pair of breasts - have you been using them to pleasure yourself?"
Sandra remembered what Sarah had said about that. She blushed slightly. "Er no, I haven't done that."
Miss Jay didn't seem convinced. "Hmm, that's what they all say. We're well aware of the breast facility. I'm pretty sure at some stage you've brought yourself off lately, despite the belt. Well I've got some bad news for you lady - we're developing breast-shields. The boys at the factory call them - rather rudely...'titty-boxes'. Their official title is 'breast-blockers'.
Miss Jay paused to let the idea sink in. Sandra looked at her balefully.
"You're going to lock up my breasts too?"
"Possibly," Miss Jay told her. "Breasts like yours are a bit too pleasurable. I'll bring a prototype of the breast-blocker with me next time. They're very lightweight - made of a special type of fiberglass, which is practically unbreakable. It's like a rather large brassiere, lockable of course. I would propose to lock that on you; removing it once a month for cleaning, when I make my visit."
Sandra nodded silently. Miss Jay certainly knew how to control a girl.
"Okay," she began again, "so where were we? Completing the report...
Some evidence of interference with belt, possibly attempted removal. Not thought to be successful. Wearer informed of findings and given warning. Wearer claims accidental damage. Damage is very superficial, no repair required.
Generally, belt found to be in good condition and performing well. Wearer appears to be overheating in vaginal area. Following reasons possible:
1) Vulva-shield too tight. Checked and adjusted.
2) Wide front-plate causing heat build-up. No action taken. Not thought advisable to alter spec. From other evidence (see below), wearer needs high-security specked belt and close monitoring.
3) Sexual Arousal. Wearer is almost definitely experiencing strong sexual arousal, on a frequent and recurring basis. Possibly simply as a result of the belt making her more aware of herself. More likely to be self-stimulation of ample breasts. Wearer denies this. Proposed installation of 'breast-blocker', when available. Wearer informed of proposal.
4) General body heat. Wearer is a female of ample proportions; very well endowed, and some 5'10" feet tall. On discussion, wearer confirms excessive perspiration occasionally, as often found in larger-framed individuals. Advised not to wear underwear, and wear loose skirts, not trousers. No other action taken.
Miss Jay continued to type her report..
Miss Houlton is an attractive twenty-one year old female. She has been in her chastity belt for some two months now, and appears to be coping well, with only the occasional lapse into frustration or resentment at being denied access to her vagina. Miss Houlton appears to understand the terms and conditions of her contract, and generally speaking seems well committed to her five year internment.
She responds well to commands, and appears pleasant and polite. Her attitude to her belt seems in general fairly positive; though there are some early signs of resistance which will need careful monitoring. Sexual arousal is very prevalent in her day-to-day life, and we have discussed measures to limit this over and above the existing ones. The installation of a breast-blocker has been proposed, to obviate indiscretionary stimulation, and she appears to accept this as a renewed and valued commitment to the aims of her contract.
I feel Sandra would also benefit from further guidance and counseling, particularly over her approach to the true spirit and meaning of chastity. Together with the practical measures proposed and existing, I feel some improvement in her attitude is possible, and will endeavor to work with her in achieving that improvement.
Objectives.
Install breast-box at earliest opportunity.
Counseling/training to eradicate tendency to self-stimulation.
Improve personal hygiene.
Wet-shave entire vaginal area on each inspection/visit.
Maintain commitment to belt and avoid resentment.
Miss Jay finished typing. "Well, that's about it for this visit. Just a few more points though. As a mentor, my responsibilities extend much further now than simply checking your chastity belt. They cover a whole range of things; for instance your general health and wellbeing; your behavior; your appearance; your approach to chastity of course; and lastly, but most important - discipline."
Sandra flinched. It seemed so strange for this girl who was the same age as her to be talking about discipline.
"You've been well-behaved today," she began, "and largely we don't seem to be having a problem with discipline. However, I do have the power to discipline you, and believe me I won't hesitate to use it. Is that clear?"
"Well I don't know," Sandra faltered, "...err yes, I suppose so. When you say 'discipline' me - I'm not exactly sure what you mean.."
Miss Jay explained. "Simple," she told Sandra, "from now on, you do exactly as I tell you. If you don't, I'll punish you."
Sandra was shocked. "Punish me? How...in what way.?"
"There are lots of ways," Miss Jay advised her, "lots of ways, as you'll find out at some stage, I'm sure. I can discipline you verbally - admonish you. I can give you tasks - written impositions..lines, essays and so on. I can add time to your contract in the belt, as you know. I can change the specification of your belt, or add things to it that I guarantee you'll find very uncomfortable. Are you getting the picture?"
Sandra's head was spinning. "I...yeah, I guess so.."
"Lastly," Miss Jay told her, "I can punish you physically. Beat you."
Sandra's eyes widened. "You wouldn't do that..surely ?"
"I would indeed," Miss Jay assured her, "if I feel it necessary. If I'm not satisfied with your behavior or attitude, I will punish you in whatever way I feel appropriate. Have you ever had the strap across the backs of you thighs?"
Sandra could hardly believe what she was hearing. "A... a strap? My thighs...no, never."
Miss Jay reached into her bag and pulled out a two tailed leather strap.
"This is a Scottish Tawse. They were originally used in schools to discipline children, girls included. I can assure you it's equally effective on grown up girls. I may choose to give you it on your legs, your hands, or your bottom. I'm sure you can imagine how much it hurts."
Sandra could well imagine. "I can, yes. I'm sure it would be dreadful. I hope it won't be necessary."
Miss Jay shrugged. "It depends entirely on you. If you behave, and do as you're told, then it won't be necessary...will it?"
Sandra shook her head.
"What!" Sarah exclaimed, "lock your tits up?! Beat you with a strap! She's crazy - I'd get the police onto her."
"Shh! Keep your voice down; I don't want the others to know. So, you don't think she can do that to me..?"
Sarah was outraged. "What, are you stupid or something?" she hissed, "they can only do what's in the contract. I never saw anything about corporal punishment. Don't know about the tits thing, I suppose. She might have you on a technicality there, I don't know. But I never heard of anyone get their tits locked up."
Sandra was pensive. "No, well..until recently I never heard of anyone getting their vagina locked up either..but it's happened."
"Yeah, but you volunteered for that. Me too, idiot that I am. People can only do what you let them do to you. So she shaved you off too - I wouldn't have had that. They did that to me one time. Without nature's cushion that front-plate's jammed right up against your bare whatsit. Made me horny as hell. That was about the first time I broke out of my belt.."
Sandra was hardly listening. She was thinking of what Sarah had said earlier. "They can only do what you let them do to you."
And what had she let them do to her so far? Quite a lot actually. And now there was to be more, if Miss Jay was to be left in charge.
"You listening to me, apeshit?" Sarah joked.
"What..? Sorry, I was miles away."
"Uh-oh, masochist alert," Sarah joked. "I've seen that faraway look before."
"Shut up," Sandra hit her playfully. "I can't help my feelings."
"You're just scared of her," Sarah jibed.
"No, it's not that. Not physically anyway. She's much smaller than me - in stature at least..."
"Who isn't?" Sarah joked. Sandra ignored the banter. "It's just...she does something to me, mentally. She's very pretty. And she's so strict it's unbelievable."
Sarah yawned. "So you're gonna let her walk all over you?"
Sandra looked away guiltily. "She's, err...having another contract made up, I believe. It's up to me whether I sign it I suppose."
That wasn't strictly true. Miss Jay had set Sandra a writing task - an essay on how she thought she could improve her commitment and attitude to the chastity contract, and achieve the objectives set down on her last inspection. Sandra had decided she would set it out as a contract, get Miss Jay to approve it; then Sandra would sign it - giving Miss Jay written agreement for her to be in complete control of Sandra.
Sandra made an excuse and left Mrs. Montfort's early that weekend. She wanted some time to herself, to think, and to do Miss Jay's written imposition. She also wanted some time to appreciate her breasts, as she was soon to be denied access to them. But as it happened she resisted the temptation to stimulate herself; wondering if Miss Jay would somehow know at the next inspection.
Sandra wouldn't have long to wait before having all such temptations removed. The next day she received a letter from Fantasy Promotions. It read thus:
Re: Provision of Breast-Blocker
Following a visit by our representative, Miss Veronica Jay, it has been found necessary to increase security measures with regard to your chastity contract.
As discussed, it is perceived that you are gaining indirect stimulation of your genital area by methods not covered by your existing security arrangements. We propose to block off these other erogenous areas to make them unavailable for your personal use.
With this in mind we have manufactured for you a breast-blocking device, and have made an appointment for you to have this fitted at our workshops. We have endeavored to make the device as lightweight and as comfortable as possible, given the brief required and the aim of the device. The latter's purpose is to enclose the breasts completely, in a very strong but lightweight carbon-fiber shroud.
The shroud is lockable, and as with your chastity belt, once fitted cannot be removed without the key, which naturally will not be available to yourself. As with the chastity belt, the device will be removed briefly, on a monthly basis, for checking and cleaning.
The same provisions for these removals apply as with the belt. Again, as with the chastity belt, the device may be considered long term, permanent within the scheme and duration of the existing contract.
In considering the prospect of being placed into this device, we would ask you to show the same patience, tolerance and forbearance you have shown in choosing and wearing your chastity belt. Garments of this nature are always something of a compromise between the highest standard of security vis-a-vis wearer comfort.
We regret that this action has been necessary, but we feel it will go a long way towards eradicating the temptations you have been experiencing of late. It is not permissible under the conditions of your contract to gain stimulation of the genital area. We trust that the device will not cause you any undue distress; but if there are any problems then please discuss it with Miss Jay on her next visit.
As with the chastity belt, we urge you not to make any violent attempt to remove your breast blocker. It is highly unlikely that the average person could remove this type of device, but you may cause damage not only to the garment, but to yourself by the use of force or equipment. General pushing/pulling will cause no harm, and is to be expected given the frustration it may admittedly cause from time to time.
The breast-blocking shroud requires no particular maintenance by a wearer. The shroud's finished outside surface is similar in appearance to rigid, smooth plastic; and would require simply a wipe with a damp cloth should any household material or liquid be deposited on it. Inside, it is lined with neoprene rubber, however that is for your information only, as it is expressly forbidden for a wearer to try to access the inside of the garment.
With regard to everyday use, the shroud is immensely strong, and will easily withstand the force of a fall or contact/impact as in most sporting activities. No special regard is needed by a wearer in this respect. It will also withstand temperatures way above and below usual body temperature, and no special care is needed with regard to outside climatic conditions. We would point out, however, that an activity such as sunbathing in hot sunshine would quickly become very uncomfortable for the wearer, due to a build-up of heat inside the shroud.
Finally, some advice on what to wear on the day of the fitting. General day clothing is fine; the device is as unobtrusive as we can make it, but as with the chastity belt it will be noticeable over tight or revealing clothing. Our business is security, combined with integrity and confidentiality, and we would not wish you to be embarrassed or exposed on your return journey home in the breast blocker; particularly if using public transport. We suggest, therefore, a loose fitting blouse or jumper; plus perhaps a jacket or coat if you are particularly concerned over this issue. As you become accustomed to wearing your breast blocker you will be able to use your own discretion over what level of coverage is acceptable to you.
Yours faithfully,
Sandra wondered just how 'unobtrusive' the breast blocker would be. She really didn't want to get into a situation where she couldn't be seen in public. That would be unthinkable. No, it couldn't be that much of a box...just like thin, rigid plastic. Well, she'd find out soon. The appointment was for the following Saturday.
She phoned Sarah to tell her she wouldn't be at Mrs. Montfort's at the weekend, and why.
"A box - locked round your boobs," Sarah exclaimed. "Jesus - what sort of a box...a wooden one?"
Sandra laughed. "No, silly, plastic. Well, carbon fiber actually - but it's like strong rigid plastic. Can't break it or harm it, so they reckon."
"Plastic eh?" Sarah mused. "That's gonna be real sweaty ain't it ? It got holes for ventilation or something?"
Sandra hadn't thought about that. "I don't know. I don't think it mentioned that in the letter. It said not to sunbathe or I'd get too hot."
"Phew, tell me about it. Your boobs would fry in a thing like that. Jesus, these bastards sure know how to make a girl suffer. Can't wait to see it though. When you gettin' it?"
"Sadist," Sandra reproached her. "On Saturday."
Sarah suggested Sandra called round for a drink at her house in the evening.
"Okay," Sandra agreed. "You're on. I'll be needing a drink. Make sure there's no-one else there though - I'm not very confident about this thing yet."
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On Saturday Sandra made her way to the premises. She was to report to the workshop, not the retail outlet. She found the place, and went into the reception.
"My name's Sandra Houlton," she told the receptionist. "I have an appointment with one of the engineers at 2pm."
The receptionist looked at her notes. "Oh yes, we wrote to you earlier in the week. It's for a fitting isn't it?"
Sandra was glad she was discreet enough not to mention the breast blocker by name.
"Yeah, that's right."
"Okay, you can go into the workshop through that door there. Ask for Mr. James."
Sandra went into the workshop. She was relieved to see there were only two men there, and not a great hoard of leering workers.
"Mr. James?" she asked one of them.
"No, not me love - that's him over there."
Mr James was a small, balding middle-aged man, with a beard and glasses. He looked clean and respectable, and wore a white coat, like a doctor. He seemed to be busy filing some metal object. Probably part of a chastity belt, Sandra thought to herself. He suddenly jerked round and looked first at Sandra then at the clock.
"Two o'clock already," he exclaimed, "you must be...let me think..Miss..."
"Houlton. Sandra Houlton," Sandra prompted him.
"Of course. Well we're nicely ready for you my dear. If you'd like to go into the fitting room over there - it's more private that way."
Sandra flushed slightly, barely able to believe what was about to happen to her. "Thank you," she said and almost scurried over to the fitting room.
He joined her presently and shut the door behind him. He was carrying an article made of what looked like white, rigid plastic. It looked basically like a large white brassiere that had been starched to make it keep its shape while it was not being worn.
Her stomach fluttered wildly. There was little doubt that the object in his hand was her breast blocker.
"This is what we've come up with for you my dear," he enthused and began showing her the device.
"A little larger and fuller in the strap and the back than a conventional brassiere. Higher at the front too. And of course different in one main aspect, in that I'm afraid you won't be taking this one off yourself for quite some time."
Sandra nodded. "I know."
Sandra stared at the device as he began to explain its workings. "It's made of carbon fiber. If that means little to you then I suppose you could say it's like glass fiber, or strong plastic - only much much stronger. If I were to give you a hammer you'd be unable to break it. But may I advise you not to try that."
Sandra managed a weak smile. "For fitting," he continued, "it splits into two halves, a back and a front. We have your err, 'profile' on our computer, so it should fit quite nicely."
He began separating the two halves ominously. "There are what we call male and female fittings, to join it together again and keep it locked. They slide into each other like this..."
He demonstrated and there was an ominous clicking sound. Sandra knew the next time she heard that click, the device would be on her; locked on her.
"Oh, perhaps you would like to examine the device. I'll open it up again. One key fits all the tiny locks.
"Not much good telling me that, unfortunately," Sandra said flatly.
He made a sympathetic face. "Er no. Quite. I take your point."
He handed the two halves of the breast blocker to Sandra so she could examine it.
"The side is lined with neoprene rubber. It's sprayed on, to keep the thickness of the finished article down to a minimum."
Sandra nodded. She examined the breast blocker. Inside the cups, at the end, each cone had a small hole through the rubber lining. "Why is that?" she asked.
"Err, a delicate matter, but a necessary one," he burbled. There is a cavity at the end of the cup. The, err, nipples go through the rubber, then reside in the cavity, so there is nothing pressing on them at the front to rub or chafe in them."
"Or stimulate them?" she remarked tartly.
He waved his hand. "Please... I cannot comment."
"I know, I know - it's not down to you," she conceded. "What about ventilation? We're looking at a layer of plastic here - or whatever you call it - plus a layer of rubber."
Again he waved his hand. "Not part of my brief, I regret."
Sandra sighed. "Great, no ventilation. Oh okay, let's get on with it. I've got the drift of how it works."
He nodded. "Yes indeed. It will of course be necessary for you to remove..." he gestured to her top half.
"Sure, I understand."
Sandra took off her navy blue blouse, and then her bra. "Goodbye bra," she commented and threw it in the bin.
Sandra sat naked from the waist up. For an observer of any age it was a stirring sight. But Mr James made no comment and was seemingly very professional about it all.
"If you will allow me.." he muttered, and began lining up the front of the device with Sandra's ample, heaving breasts. She shuddered involuntarily as the cold rubbery inside of the device came into contact with her breasts. But the device was starting to look a good fit, and Sandra's breasts were virtually pouring into the cups.
"Amazing," she commented.
He grunted as he held the weight of the cups, which were full and heavy now. "If you could press forward a little," he suggested. "We need to ensure the nipples.."
"Yeah, I see your point. They need to pop through the holes into the cavity."
"Precisely."
Sandra pushed her chest forward. Mr. James grunted again and held fast.
"ooof," Sandra giggled. "The left one's just popped through.."
"oooh, and there goes the right one. I'm in."
"Excellent," he breathed, staring at the end of the cup as though he expected to come right through the carbon fiber. But nothing was visible. The breasts were fully covered now by the smooth hard shell of the strong material. No cleavage showed; the casing came quite high up her chest.
"The rest should be easy," he remarked, reaching around for the back half of the device. "Just got to get these sliders lined up and....there we go now."
There were several clicks, and a general tightening of the device round her. It was done. Sandra's breasts were locked up.
He stood back, admiring his handiwork. Sandra sat slightly stunned; hardly able to form an opinion yet. She stared down at her chest, lost in this white, rigid molded material. There was no discomfort apparent. The breasts were supported well, probably somewhat firmer than in a conventional brassiere.
She swiveled around a little. Moving wasn't as comfortable as an ordinary bra - the material was rigid, although cushioned well by the rubber inside. She ran a hand over the rigid mound at her chest. Very little sensation was conveyed through the moldings; almost nothing in fact. The device would achieve its aim admirably. She couldn't pinch, feel or touch her nipples - they were in limbo, in their cavity inside the end of the cups. It was devastatingly effective.
"Congratulations," she said softly, "this is a bloody work of art."
She shook her head in amazement. "I can't feel my nipples, even if I jiggle around. In fact all I can say is that they feel slightly cold, if anything. My breasts feel almost completely de-sensitized."
Mr. James made no comment on this at first. Then he scratched his beard distractedly. "I must confess to a slight gilding of the lily, on that point. Not strictly necessary I suppose, but when one is a perfectionist.."
Sandra looked at him suspiciously. "Oh yes? And what might that be?"
He began to look like a naughty schoolboy. "In the nipple cavities.." he admitted, "anaesthetizing gel. That's the slightly cold feeling you refer to."
Sandra stared at him. She shook her head and smiled ruefully. "You've packed de-sensitizing gel round my nipples inside this thing? You enterprising old sadist. How long will the gel last?"
He shrugged. "Approximately twenty-eight days. A month, if you like."
She smiled again. "By which time it'll be time for a check up, and the cavities can be packed with it again?"
He nodded. "I understand that will be the procedure, yes. The initial brief was to prevent stimulation of the breasts, by any means. I think we may say we have achieved that objective now."
Sandra got up to go. "We certainly have. Goodbye Mr. James."
He opened the door of the fitting room for her. "Goodbye, it's been a pleasure meeting you Miss Houlton."
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