LIZ - Final Chapter

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

"Liz, if you don't stop wriggling I'll have to strap you down even tighter"

"Ow!"

"Ow!"

"This isn't much fun for me either you know"

"Ow!"

"I'm getting fed up with this. You know all your pussy hair has to go for good, but we have all this fuss every day"

It was a bit unfair on Liz. The electrolysis process was decidedly uncomfortable, especially as her genital area was now in an almost constant state of arousal and very sensitive. Although she was unable to do anything to stimulate herself directly, she was seemingly always being aroused in ways that had never happened before. The belt itself of course constantly reminded her of its presence, during the day at work, in the evening sitting on the sofa watching TV or at a bar with Jenny, or lying in bed. She still had to consciously move and position herself to accommodate its demands, and although the feelings weren't as strong as when it was first fitted, the very realisation that she was inescapably encased in steel continually excited her. Jenny of course did nothing to reduce this state. Nowadays she seemed unable to keep her hands off her. If they were at home on the sofa, she like Liz to be as naked as she ever would be again, and constantly kissed and caressed her body, regularly running her hands over the steel girdle. She would make a point of attempting to touch her genitals through and around their protector, asking again and again for confirmation that her lover could feel nothing. At night Liz slept with Jenny's arms curled protectively round her, having first used her tongue and fingers to leave her lover totally sated. All the attention Liz received was delightful in itself, but simply added to her frustration. She was having a fantastic sex life, with the one exception that she wasn't having any sex

She also found that Jenny was making ever greater demands of her. Her wardrobe was now automatically subject to her mistress's approval (the title was coming more and more naturally) and her mistress had ideas on suitable outfits that was beginning to earn Liz a reputation at work. The men found it hard to understand why an attractive girl who had started arriving at the office every day dressed in short dresses, high heels and unsubtle makeup was so impossible to date, though some of them noticed that she seemed slightly uncomfortable with her clothes, moving very carefully and forever tugging down the hem. There were various reasons gossiped about, but of course no one guessed the real story. The women started to pull away from her, and more than once she found conversations stopping abruptly as she approached, and felt stares on her back as she passed by. The discomfort at work contrasted strangely with the inner peace she was feeling overall.

She now never considered doing anything by herself in her free time. Apart from the fact that Jenny expected her company at all times, she felt comforted and protected by her presence, almost as if they were married. It was as though the experience of the belt and her relationship with her mistress (why did she still feel a little shiver at that word?) were inextricably intertwined, and the protection and control she had always expected from the former was added to her feelings for Jenny also. That is not to say that she always felt comfortable in Jenny's company though. Her lover seemed to delight in almost making her condition public. The short dresses were regularly worn in bars, where she was always expected to sit at the bar instead of a booth. Jenny would cuddle and kiss her in public, which excited her even as the embarrassment turned her pink, and would run her hand round the edge of her belt in a way that Liz would swear made it visible through her dress.

"Just imagine if the other people in this bar could see you were wearing a chastity belt!" Jenny would whisper hotly in her ear as she ran the tip of her tongue delicately round the lobe. Liz was certainly aware of some odd looks at times, sometimes angry, sometimes hungry, but rather than worry about them she was usually too anxious to get home with her lover and. what? To hug and kiss and cuddle her certainly, to bring her to wild thumping orgasms certainly, in fact she was now becoming quite expert at it, but then what? Jenny would wrap her arms round her, murmer sweet nothings in her ear and sink into a deep sleep, leaving Liz wound up and frustrated and yet somehow gloriously happy at the same time. If only she could find a way to get some occasional relief!

To make things even more difficult, she found that she was enjoying less and less freedom in other ways. When the belt was removed for cleaning or depilation, she was of course always restrained in her collar and cuffs, but now Jenny often failed to remove them when the belt was refitted. It was almost the norm to find herself secured in some way when they spent the evening at home, and if it was a Friday evening she might well remain secured for the whole weekend. Jenny never set out to hurt her or make her feel physically uncomfortable, she just liked to have complete control of Liz's body, so her wrist cuffs would perhaps be attached to the D rings on the opposite sides of the belt, leaving her arms crossed in front. With a short hobble between her ankle cuffs and a leash from her collar clipped to wherever Jenny felt like keeping her, Liz would pass Saturday and Sunday entirely helpless, depending on her mistress to provide food, hygiene, evacuation, even to scratch an itchy nose.

Sometimes the scene became a little more intense.

"Come on lazybones, it's a beautiful Sunday morning. Time to get up."

It was hardly Liz's fault that she didn't give much of a response. The rubber pear in her mouth stopped her emitting more than a muffled grunt. Her ankle cuffs were clipped together and her wrist cuffs to her collar. The leash running from the collar to the bedhead prevented her even sitting up.

"Got a surprise for you today, we're going downtown."

Liz was released sufficiently to get up and do her bathroom chores. As usual she was then strapped down rather more tightly than was necessary while Jenny carried out another depilation session on her squirming victim.

"We're making good progress Liz, I reckon you're about 90% clear now. Soon we'll just have to pick up the few that have regrown."

There was a muffled groan of relief from under the gag. Depilation was by far the most unpleasant part of the whole chastity process. Jenny of course made sure to touch her in all sorts of intimate ways while performing the treatment and the combination of arousal, frustration, helplessness and pain left her a limp wreck by the end of each session. And after all that suffering she had been allowed to neither see nor feel her smooth, naked mound.

A soothing cream was rubbed (just too softly and lingeringly!) into her sore, hot skin and the belt was replaced once more with the same ominous final click. Liz was not surprised to be kept bound as she was dressed. Jenny loved to treat her as a helpless doll while she played "dress up" with her, and she was used to finding herself wearing yet another disturbingly short dress and perilously high heels, her face made up far more dramatically than she would have ever chosen for herself.

However, she was taken aback when only the collar and ankle cuffs were removed and her wrists were left joined together in front. Jenny threw a sweater over her bound hands and opened the front door for her. Liz stayed rooted to the spot. She was horrified at the thought of going out in public in such a state, but she had to admit that not all the wild beating of her heart and the sweat on her forehead was caused by fear. There was a decided prickle of excitement as well as fear.

Liz took her in her arms and whispered quietly in her ear. "If you're feeling reluctant, I can always fit your collar and leash and save you having to make the choice."

The gentle nibbling of her earlobes may have encouraged Liz also, for almost without believing it, she found herself stepping into the outside world not just protected by her belt, but made helpless by the restraints on her wrists.

The car door was opened for her and she clambered in a little awkwardly. As Jenny fastened the seat belt around she pleaded in a tiny voice "Don't hurt me Mistress."

Jenny stopped and cradled her face in her hands.

"I will never, never, do that" she said, but I will make many demands of you, and I intend to make one today. Will you be strong and grant my wishes?"

Liz felt a rush of fire and passion and purest love wash though her whole body.

"I'm yours Mistress. I belong to you. Do with me as you will!"

"I may have to remind you of those words later."

She kissed Liz deeply and passionately, then released her face and went round to her own side of the car. They joined the traffic headed into town. Liz's head was throbbing with both excitement and apprehension. How much she loved this beautiful woman beside her! How much she owed her! But what would she demand? Could Liz honour her submission?

Well, I'm afraid that's as far as I got with Part 4. Due to changes in my life I'm afraid I won't be able to complete it, for which I apologise to all the people who wrote such encouraging messages.

The continuing scenario I had envisaged was that Liz becomes more and more frustrated but eventually finds a way to give herself an orgasm. In the best traditions of fiction of course, Jenny discovers her at the moment of climax, gets mad and throws the belt keys at her. Liz is left alone for the night, sobbing. The next day calmer moods prevail. Liz is sorry for betraying her trust and Jenny acknowledges that it's unrealistic to expect her to display self control when the belt is designed to take it away. After an emotional discussion they agree that they are both madly in love and want to stay together forever, with Jenny in total control of Liz's life.

Liz is not surprised a few weeks later when another box from England is sitting in the living room. This time after her blindfold is removed she finds that her belt has thigh bands with a short link and the cb is joined to a chastity bra. Orgasms are definitely over. Jenny borrows some money from her father and opens a shop (flowers? Antiques?) at which Liz becomes her salesgirl. She finds herself in a Victorian style uniform (long dress, high collar, long sleeves) and is expected to dress in this way at all times.

She has one further surprise in store. Yet another box arrives. This time the restriction has not increased, but she is taken aback to feel a small intrusion into her vagina. With an odd smile on her lips Jenny invites her to walk into the garden. As she does so Liz feels a gentle tingle between her legs. 30 seconds later it happens again, strong enough to be slightly uncomfortable. The third, yet stronger pulse sends her back inside quickly to ask what's happening. Jenny explains that her belt now contains a small radio receiver. If she goes out of range of the transmitter she will receive an ever growing series of pulses until she returns. There is a transmitter in the house, strong enough to cover the whole building; a similar one at the shop and a small one on Jenny's wrist with a range of just 10 feet. Liz now belongs totally to her lover.

Th-Th-Th-That's all folks!!

As I explained, my lifestyle has now changed considerably, and I will no longer be surfing the net. While I did enjoy all the nice words you sent me, I would ask you not to e-mail me any more.

I wish you all lots of (chaste!) fun.

`Bye

Tony

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