Part 3:
Sandra hadn't been in the chastity belt for six months - she'd said that because she didn't
want to appear to be too much of a 'beginner; especially with Sarah having been in her
belt for six years.
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 San-
dra 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:
Veronica Jay Fantasy Promotions C.B. Division
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 ad-
dress 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 ex-
amination; 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 unau-
thorized 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 fin-
ished. 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 up-
wards. 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 be-
ing 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 va-
gina 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...
Monthly check. Removed belt, checked, cleaned and adjusted belt and refitted.
Examined wearer thoroughly. Shaved, cleaned, douched and sprayed vagina and sur-
rounding 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 in-
terviewed 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 under-
wear - or just the belt?"
"Just the belt, usually," Sandra told her. "Occasionally I'll wear some big pants, if I'm wor-
ried 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 have-
n'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 pro-
totype 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, lock-
able 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...
Condition of belt, and findings.
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..
General condition of wearer.
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 ap-
pears 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 meas-
ures 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.
