Ascent into Chastity - Part 2

'Men can be very strange!' I was half sitting on a bench, just wearing one of my best and tighter corsets, with the laces all trailed and jumbled behind. Anita was recreating the famous photograph by Horst of the lady in a Mainbocher corset. However instead of a white corset and in a dim light, she had dressed me in black, in front of a brilliant white background.

'How do you mean?' She was also using her artistic skills, as against the optical ones of Horst's probable Leica.

'That Tuesday after our lunch, I came home, made a super meal like the dutiful wife and then told him most of what you told me!' I paused in case I'd broken a confidence. 'Then in bed, I asked him if he would like to lock me, just like Edward has locked you.'

'And...' I couldn't see Anita, but I could hear she had stopped drawing, whilst she waited for me to reply.

'Disappointment! He's said very little about it since!' I didn't add, that most of that had been monosyllabic! 'Perhaps, he doesn't know what to make of my desires!'

*****

'So are you going to lock your ex-wife up?' Anita was being forthright again, as she served salad to everyone, to go with the veal that I had cooked. 'It would stop her from straying and protect her from unwanted attention! She tells me, she meets a lot of the rich, powerful, famous and extremely randy!'

My ex broke the silence. 'But, she usually meets them because they are fairly stupid as well! Or have been!' He was right, in that they often only saw me because they had self-induced problems, like drugs or overspending. 'It would be good for her to discover and explore a new dimension to her submissiveness.' He paused and smiled at me. 'It would also cut out her excesses!' I knew what he meant and the others guessed right.

'You must start now!' Anita continued in the same strong tone as before.

'But I've known her a very long time and we have a few years yet, so there is no hurry! Remember, you were only about ten years old, when we met and married, Anita!'

'So have you ordered one?' I broke in a bit impatiently, but I didn't think he had, in that he couldn't have kept it a secret. He hadn't taken my intimate measurements either! Or not that I knew!

'No!' He looked first at me and then motioned for Anita to stand up and come round the table to him. He didn't speak until she had obeyed and was in full view of the rest of us on the other side of the table. 'Take off everything you can! And stand with your feet about twenty centimetres apart!'

I could see that Edward was smiling, as his wife, removed the paint spattered shirt and the long, denim skirt, that she had been wearing all evening whilst she had created the portrait. For effect she removed her black bra and shoes as well. She was now naked save for the belt, which preserved her decency in an unusual, but totally absolute way.

My partner now moved behind her and placed his arms around her in the coupled pose beloved of advertisers of perfumes, watches, underwear and anything special or personal, the world over. He lowered and placed both his hands where her sex should have been. He mockingly stroked the steel. I felt no jealousy. Why should I? She was securely locked and protected from any pleasure, however unusual, he might try to give her. More importantly, I believed too, that he was mine and mine alone!

He raised his left hand to just under the waist-band of the belt, before finally grabbing the lock and pushing and pulling it to show it's strength. 'Look at and feel this lock! She is kept lovely and warm, and completely secure!' He pointed to me as he spoke. 'But, this can't be under the sort of clothes that I insist she always wears.' He smiled wickedly at me, as he continued to stroke the steel with his fingers. 'Clothes are supposed to be smooth and slinky.' He carressed and emphasised the raised bump of the lock with the palm of his hand. 'This unfortunately spoils the effect. Any belt should be just as your corset! Totally discrete!'

Edward spoke for the first time in several minutes. 'But how would you lock it, without some fixing at the waist?

'Remember, I was trained as an engineer! A control engineer, incidently!' He continued confidently after a round of laughs. 'Now, if you put a belt over a corsetted lady, you would not need as much steel as this! Or for that matter any rubber padding between the belt and the corset, as the thickness of the corset would be more than sufficient protection for the most delicate of bodies.'

Edward asked another question. 'Would it be strong enough?'

'Look at those flexible steel straps they use round large packing cases.' He fingered Anita's waist-band. 'They are much smaller than this and designed to withstand very high forces and all sorts of tools trying to get at the contents.'

'True!' But Edward had spotted a flaw in the design. 'Surely a thinner belt would be much more difficult to lock?'

'I'll agree with that.' He stopped for a few moments thought. 'And you'd need a very flat front for purely asthetic reasons, with perhaps the lock moved down here.' He tapped Anita low at the front. 'The lock of course would be more substantial than this, to enforce chastity and make her very aware of her status.'

He left Anita and came round the table to behind me. He then placed his hands under my arms and lifted me gently from the chair. We turned to face each other and I put my arms over his shoulders, whilst he put his hands to my waist. 'So when will I be under lock and your key?'

'You're so impatient!' He kissed me gently, whilst one hand circled my waist and the other mimiced the front plate. 'Nothing but the best and the absolutely perfect, is good enough for my ex-wife.' He emphasised the last words with almost of touch of evil. 'Within a few months, you will spend much of your time with your fidelity enforced. But your belt will be properly designed and it will be invisible under clothes, impenetrable, immoveable and much much more secure!'

*****

'So that's all the business, Charles.' I turned a large folder towards him, with lots of yellow tabs sticking out. 'You've just got to sign all those accounts. Stay there and I'll come round and show you!'

'I always like this bit with you! Except for the fact that each signature costs a lot of my blood, a good bit of my sweat and no few tears!' I was now standing over him, turning pages, whilst he put a signature to the many places needed in both his personal and company accounts. His hand wandered gently to the back of the waist of my simple shift dress. 'It gives me an excuse to steady your gorgeous body!' And feel my tight and constrained waist!

I didn't mind really, as Charles and his wife, Caroline, were good friends and clients of both my partner and myself. In fact, my ex had introduced Charles and suggested that I sort out his personal affairs. 'Watch where you're putting that hand! My firm will increase the fee if you don't behave!'

'You wouldn't do that! Or my company might stop the invitations to Royal Ascot.' I snuggled in towards him, waggling my bottom rather provocatively. 'Are you promising something?'

'Only a good lunch!'

*****

As with Anita, we'd walked to Neal Street. If you have to have weaknesses, then Carluccio's restaurants are not a bad one to have.

For business too, it did have the great advantage of having generously spaced tables. I'd chosen it today, because I wanted to talk to Charles about something very personal and I didn't want to be overheard.

'You amaze me!' Charles started after we'd finished an excellent shared fish. And mushrooms of course. 'You really do tuck in, despite being laced so tight!' He had known my secret for several years, ever since we'd gone to a charity ball together and I'd come out, by wearing an embroidered corset over a full skirt.

'I keep telling you Charles. In my twenties, I was only two inches bigger than this.' I put my hands to my waist to emphasise it. 'I suppose I'd be a little bigger now without a corset!'

'Caroline curses you at times, when she wears one of hers.' I could understand that, as I'd introduced her to the joys of tight lacing, when she had wanted to buy an evening dress for Charles' fiftieth birthday. She had made the mistake of allowing me to take her to Vivienne Westwood! 'She can only eat very small portions!'

'It's because, she only laces for special occasions. She needs practice. She ought to do it all the time like me!' I pictured Caroline in the original Vivienne Westwood, which to say the least had been a struggle to get into. A tiny waist and acres of bosom, had made her a true belle of the ball. 'It really suits her. I take it she'll be laced for Royal Ascot.' I couldn't resist a tease. 'I insist or I won't go!'

'I don't know!' I wasn't going to tell him, that Caroline and I had spent a rather boozy and expensive day in Paris a few weeks back. Both men would like the result, although Charles might baulk initially at what she had paid! At least, we both had very well-paid jobs to feed our habit! 'She laces a lot more than she did! Even went to our grandson's christening last Sunday as tight as I could manage!'

'I was so sorry, we couldn't come! But we had visitors for the weekend.'

'It was not a problem. The present was lovely.'

*****

'You'd have been interested in the lady at the weekend. For purely professional reasons of course!'

'How do you mean?'

'How can I put it?' I was searching for interesting words to link Charles' very successful company, that made virtually anything in stainless steel to Anita. I failed and said the obvious. 'Has your company ever made anything so unusual as a chastity belt?'

Charles almost choked on one of the delicious chocolates, he was devouring with his coffee. 'No!' He had gone a beet red, as I'd obviously hit something. 'But I did make those high-heel locks for you!' And Caroline! And several others! 'Are they still uncomfortable?'

'Yes! Very!' I don't wear them very often, except at home! The steel anklets and lockable chain that fit under the foot might make removal of a high-heel shoe impossible, but they are very obvious, unless you wear trousers or a very long dress. I never wear the former, so the once I have worn them out has been at a very formal do. And they definitely stop you being casual with your shoes! 'But I'm getting used to them! I keep asking to be allowed to wear trousers for practice!'

'You should! I took great delight in locking Caroline into a beautiful pair of four-inch Guccis this morning.' He smiled. 'She's got a busy day!'

'And uncomfortable, no doubt! You're wicked, you are!' He agreed with my statement, by gently playing footsie under the table.

'I take it the lady was wearing a chastity belt?'

'Anita is locked into a regime of total denial! And I do mean total, as she is given no release, except for washing and shaving.' I added the latter to play to his excitement. 'It even had a bar between her cheeks to protect her backside from an undesireable entry!'

'Sounds like a Tollyboy. Good quality British product from Sheffield.' He was being the professional manufacturer. Not a word about the sexual connortations. ' They're the original ones of the modern era, you know!'

'Oh!' Charles obviously knew more than I had expected he would. 'You seem to know a lot about the subject?'

'Only professional of course!' I'd had enough of his smugness and kicked him. 'Well! Caroline got me thinking, after she saw a man with a collection of chastity belts on Channel 4.'

'Does she want you to make one for her?'

'Not really! But she knows I like to dress her in interesting jewellery!' I laughed as I thought of the heel locks. 'She has said she'd be very amenable and possibly excited to wear one at times. So we thought we'd experiment, and have ordered one from the States over the Internet.'

'Can you do that?'

'Yes! You fill in a detailed form and they make it to fit!' It sounded the same process as buying a custom-made corset. And I know that worked, although I tended to use my very special lady in Paris! 'Caroline should be trying it out in a couple of weeks!'

'With me it's different!' I was being serious. 'You know I can be very submissive.'

'I've seen you at home. So different to the bossy accountant!'

'When I first saw Anita's belt I was horrified. Then I got intrigued. Then I decided I must wear one for the experience.' I paused as I realised the enormity of what I was saying for the first time. 'Now, I want to be locked permanently. Or at least when my other half so desires.'

'Would you like me to help?'

I nodded meekly.

*****

'Have you seen my thong?' I was searching through my underwear looking for the only pair of anything like knickers I possessed. I was wearing just a richly embroidered black corset, that fully covered my bust, stockings and patent heels, which in deference to one of our dinner guests had been secured with the stainless steel locks he had made.

'I haven't seen it since San Francisco!' We'd been jumped into a fancy dress party there and I had just removed my business suit and purchased the thong to go to the party as 'The Lost Dress'. I'm told that I'm still remembered fondly by the many men and the couple of ladies who danced with me!

'Ah!' I had taken the lowest drawer out and found it in the bottom of the chest. I made a mental note to stop drawer stuffing! 'It's a bit dusty, but it'll do!' I blew and wiped it clean before I was helped in. 'How do I look?'

'Sensational! As ever.'

My ex handed me the bright blue skirt, I was to wear. It looked different. Shorter to be precise! 'Have you taken the scissors to this, since I last wore it?' He is rather a dab hand with a needle and thread and has this habit of policing my skirt length. Inspection of the hem revealed his rather neat stiches!

'As this is to be a special dinner, where two ladies are to be measured properly, Charles and I think both you and Caroline should look the part!'

'How much did you take off?' The skirt seemed very short as he zipped me in. 'Do I look decent and respectable?'

'As always!'

The answer had been as I expected, as I never get a negative to a question like that. At least from him! So I turned towards the mirror, Well! It wasn't bad for someone the right side of fifty! And at least the black stockings hid the bumps and marks on my legs! Even if as I raised the skirt a few centimetres, the tops were only just covered by the almost indecent hem!

'So what!' I thought. 'I'm lucky enough to be young twice!'

*****

Caroline is American, a serious journalist of note, an outspoken feminist and about the only person, who is allowed to smoke in our house. But at least I kept her filthy habit restricted to the kitchen!

She was having a second Marlboro, after we'd stacked the dishwasher and left a casserole dish soaking in hot, soapy water. We were now waiting for the water to boil for more coffee. 'They're very intense!' Her Texan accent had dulled, since spending nearly thirty years in England, most of them married to Charles.

'They're only a couple of children really.' We peered through into the dining room, at two men discussing a shared problem and sketching on several large sheets of paper. 'Just playing with their toys! You and me!' We laughed together. 'When did you last wear a skirt as short as this?' I indicated my hem, but Caroline's was just as short.

'Yesterday! I played tennis!' She moved towards the kettle as it clicked and boiled. Without wasting time or putting down her cigarette, she poured the hot water into the cafetiere.

Before she could pick up the coffee, I had a thought and spoke quickly. 'Hang on a minute!' She paused and I grabbed the hem of her black skirt and turned it over. 'You hold that so I can examine the stitches!' I showed her the stitching in my hem. 'Look at this!'

'It seems we have the same phantom dressmaker! So they've done a little more preparation than we think.' She took the long puff of a thinker and blew the smoke upwards. 'This is going to be an interesting evening. Would you mind if it ended up in my column?'

'Only if the names are changed to protect the guilty!' I thought and added a second condition. 'I'd like to have a beautiful body double to go with the story.'

'I'll agree with that!' She laughed as she stubbed out the cigarette and picked up the coffee. 'They may think the world of us, but we certainly wouldn't want the sands of time, to get in the way. I think we'd better join them.' I started to move, but she held me back. 'Any ideas on the phantom dressmaker. She looks like she can do very good alterations. I could give her a plug?'

'I don't think he'd like that!' I pointed at the culprit! 'Still his mother who taught him, would be very proud!'

*****

'Have you designed our fate?' I looked at the mass of screwed up paper. 'You seem to have gone down quite a few blind alleys!'

'I would be careful with what you say.' Charles was being very serious. 'You won't be so frivolous, when you're properly locked, chaste, frustrated and itching like mad.'

'By the way, Caroline!' I knew from his face, that my ex was obviously going to stir. 'How can you square wearing a chastity belt, with your strident feminist principles? Could you write an article demanding better treatment of women in say Algeria or Afghanistan, whilst being corsetted and locked?'

All except Caroline laughed. 'But Charles, if I said no, all of this would be forgotten. Correct?'

'But I've lived with you a long time!' His face was best described as a smirk. 'If you were totally against either of them, we wouldn't be here. I sometimes think, that you are just as keen as I am!'

'Life is about experience! And that of a journalist is more so, as we pass that experience to others.' Finally, her smile broke. 'I'm not brave enough to be someone like Marie Colvin, so I have chosen the corset and the chastity belt.'

'They're certainly less dangerous!'

'But more restrictive!'

'Lots of interesting articles.' Charles thought. 'The Belted Feminist.'

'One easy way to piss off your boy friend!' I added a title.

'One thousand knights couldn't be wrong!' So did my ex.

'Enough!' She held up her hand to indicate stop.

'Gird your loins with steel!'

'So you see. It's much more lucrative! All those awful titles! And many, many more!' Caroline certainly knew what sold and what didn't! 'I could appear on chat shows all over the world in a corset and chastity belt many times over and make a lot of money. Be careful, Charles, you might be setting me up for a new career without you!' She bent over and kissed him.

*****

'So who's first?' Charles had produced a tape measure, whilst my ex seemed to be acting as secretary.

I was just about to remove my skirt to display my underwear, when Caroline pushed in front and upstaged me. She rolled the bottom of her jumper up and quickly dropped her skirt to the floor.

Never had I seen two men collapse into laughter as fast. All I could see from behind Caroline was her jumper, corset, a sensibly-sized pair of bikini knickers and stockings. Nothing that looked at all funny! 'What's so funny?'

Caroline turned and I now understood why she wore the plain knickers. Except that they weren't quite so plain, because across the front was emblazoned 'I want to be loved!' Or that is what it had said! Someone had crossed out the 'v' in red and 'ck' had been written above. I joined the men in collapsing. 'Where did you get those?' I continued almost in hysterics. 'They rather spoil the image! Get the camera!'

*****

'Well! That was all the fun now for the serious bit.'

The serious bit? Wasn't being blindfolded with your hands tied behind you, whilst being carefully measured in all directions serious? It was fun, yes! Especially, as you weren't sure who's hands controlled the tape. 'What more do you have in mind, Charles?'

He searched in the large brief-case he had brought and removed something carefully wrapped in tissue paper and placed it on the table. 'Unwrap. it Caroline!'

Gingerly, she unwrapped the paper to reveal two convex triangular metal plates that fitted one inside the other. 'Oh!' She split them apart and held them up, one in each hand. 'This one looks like the front plate of a chastity belt.' She examined the second. 'Is this a sort of cover for it? She looked puzzled.

'Let me show you!' He took the front plate and placed it over her knickers. 'How does that feel?'

'Surprisingly comfortable!' She felt the front with her left hand. 'Very smooth, but I thought it would be heavier!' She pushed her husband's hand and the plate away and started to remove her knickers. 'I want to try it next to the skin!'

'It's light because it's just an aluminium pattern, that I mocked up.' Charles passed it round. It was very light, not like a real one would be in steel, but frightening nonetheless.

'That's better!' Caroline had now replaced the plate over her naked skin, whilst Charles adjusted her labia in the slot. 'That pinches a bit!' She felt all round the plate. 'How did you get it to fit me so well? You only measured me just now!'

'I made it to fit the cast of your corsetted body, that I made a couple of months ago.'

Charles may have been thought of mainly as a good engineer, but we all know that he is by no means a bad sculptor and artist. He had made several plaster casts of the front of his wife's torso at various stages in her life. The first was when they had married, then three whilst she was nine months gone for each of their children and now corsetted. 'When are you going to cast my body?' He had promised many times.

'If you want a belt to fit exactly, then it is something I will have to do!' He continued adding the cover over the plate that Caroline was still holding in place. 'See how it clips in at the top and would hold the waist-band on both sides. The whole thing would held together by a padlock, probably low down here.'

'I like that, Charles!' My ex had said something for the first time in several minutes. 'You could have different covers depending on how you felt!'

'Exactly!' Charles showed his wicked smile. 'The mind boggles.'

'A big ring for a lead! Or a chain!'

'Could I have one to allow masturbation, but not penetration?' Even I could see the flexibility of the design.

'A good idea! But I wouldn't allow you that sort of luxury!'

[ Story continues in Part 3 ]
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