The Fitting
Part 2
Day 1: First Measurement.
I was then conducted to the measuring room. Keith was there waiting
for me, for he had said that he wanted to watch and observe throughout
the measuring process. He had been interviewed too, and they would
carefully compare the answers for consistency. I was first given a
general health check up: height, weight, heart and lungs, temperature,
and some gentle probing for suspicious pains and aches. I was then led
to the measurement couch.
The couch was contoured to fit my waist and hips snugly, and it
supported my whole length. A few minutes were spent settling me in
position, for I would have to stay in that position for the whole of an
exacting measurement period. My legs were held wide apart in
stirrups. Next, The Ice Man marked three dots on my flesh with an
indelible marker pen. One was on the crest of each hip-bone and one on
the pubic bone just above the top of the cleft of my pubis. "These are
reference points. I place the tip of one of these articulated arms on
each, and they bear down with a small but steady pressure. The arms
measure the positions of the tips and send it to the computer, and all
the other measurements are made relative to these. If you move
slightly, they will adjust. If you move in such a way that they slip
off the dots I have made, I merely have to restore them to their
positions. I ask you not to rub too hard when showering for the next
couple of days; the same marks will be used each time."
"Each of the arms has a device in each of the joints to measure the
precise movement. The computer reads these and uses them to calculate
the position of the tip to an accuracy of a tenth of a millimetre."
A fourth articulated arm was manipulated by him to perform the
measurements. It had a small sphere at the tip, perhaps a centimetre
across. At each point on my body he pressed slightly, and at a certain
pressure, the computer bleeped and a new measurement was made. "The
pressure we use is the pressure of the appliance when you will be
wearing it. It is small but even all over. We use a different
pressure for different amounts of body fat, a fatter person than you
would have a higher pressure so that the appliance locates properly on
the hip-bone. There are also differences in pressure on different
parts of the appliance to keep it properly balanced and in position."
Each measurement around the top of my hip-bone was made by moving the
ball at the probe-tip a tiny fraction and then gently pressing in. He
would start pressing well into the waist above the bone, and then work
outwards and down until he was pressing in sideways well below the top
of the hip-bone; perhaps ten or twelve measurements in all. Then he
would move perhaps half a centimetre towards the rear and the same
process would be repeated. This went right from the reference probe
tips down to the couch surface on either side. "The pressure of your
weight on the couch distorts things a little in this area, but when we
have you the other side up, we go over this part again until we get
agreement."
Then he went down the front of the hip-bone towards the pubis. Again
the same process was repeated, but with a lower pressure setting on the
probe. "This part of the belt is in tension, but is not so important
for position, so a lower pressure can be used."
The pressure was raised again over the pubis. First he went along the
top side of the pubic bone, pressing well in towards the base of my
bladder. Then he followed the line of the pubic arch around the
vagina, always steering clear of the clitoris and inner labia. Then he
did a series of measurements over the curve of the pubic bone starting
above and finishing below. He must have done about ten such lines on
each side of the centre-line, and each consisting of ten or a dozen
measurements. "It is important to get the fit right in this area, as
it is the primary location point for the device. If there is the
slightest room for movement here, it will let this little lady do
things she is no longer allowed to do." The whole process had been
making me aroused, but this statement got me going somewhat. I felt
rather embarrassed to be aroused with a comparative stranger watching
me.
He was putting the probe right deep in beside the vagina to the inner
surface of the vaginal wall close to where I like to press when I
masturbate. He made a measurement. "Clench, and hold it," he said. I
clenched, and he made another measurement. He did the same thing at
three or four points along each side, almost tucking the probe sideways
in under the pubic bone. As he did so, he was explaining: "This is the
point on a woman that gives the greatest movement in the clenches that
precede orgasm. Clenching when not aroused does not give this
deflection, and so it specifically detects the combination of clenching
and high arousal, in other words impending orgasm. By using the
deflection of attachments to the appliance, this clenching can be made
to cause pain sufficient to deter orgasm."
I tried to imagine what it would be like to be highly aroused and for
every desire to clench to be accompanied by terror of pain. I nearly
came thinking about it. He looked at the computer screen after making
these measurements: "Yes, that will do nicely. With some girls we have
a problem of too little movement, and then we have to use other
techniques."
Next he adjusted the probe to measure with no pressure, and did a
series of non-contact measurements. "These are the parts where we want
the device to be just clear of the flesh, the exposed part of the
clitoris and the little lips. This gives a measure of the free space
needed inside." Next the probe tip was replaced by a much thinner one,
perhaps only a millimetre across. This was used to demarcate the line
between inner and outer lips, the gaps between clitoris and outer lip,
the position of the tip of the clitoris and the opening of the urethra.
Next, he took each leg in turn out of the stirrup, and held it straight
as he measured the gap between pubis and the top of the thigh where the
outer edges of the device would lie. He was careful to measure the
position of the tendons on the inside of the thigh, and had me tense
these as hard as I could whilst he did so.
"There is one further test we need to do in this area. We need to find
a point to apply the pains that prevent orgasm. For this we attach a
couple of electrodes to the back of your hand; these tell us how much
pain you are actually experiencing, and we use a blunt spike at quite a
high pressure to simulate the effect of the spikes that will drive into
you if you clench when aroused. There are several points we could use;
different women have differing sensitivities in different places." He
attached the electrodes and started to probe with the spike. The first
point he tried was close to the point I liked to press, but although
this was painful for me and I cried out, it did not satisfy him. The
next point was close beside the tip of the clitoris, in the furrow
where the skin is close to the pubic bone. He pressed at several
points and suddenly found one where I got a blinding flash of
incredible shooting pain that nearly caused me to black out. It was
terrible; I screamed aloud. He did this again several times,
saying, "we need to make sure that you will not learn to tolerate it
after the first couple of applications", before bleeping the
measurement into the computer. The process was repeated on the other
side until the nerve-centre was again located. I was howling and
weeping for mercy before he was done.
For the measurements of my back, he wheeled the couch away from under
the probes, and wheeled in another one. This had strange cut-away
parts at hip and pubis to allow him to position his reference probes
against the same marks, now beneath me. The couch was hard and not
very comfortable to lie on.
He checked the measurements of the rear part of my hip-bone first.
When he was satisfied with these, he started on the back. "It is not
often understood that the lower part of the spine, the sacrum, this
part, moves relative to the hip-bone, and that an appliance that
restricts this movement will cause back-ache and a lot of problems.
The fit in this area must be always on the hip-bone without restricting
the spine. We do not need pressure against the hip bone in this area,
merely tension in the appliance to support the crotch-plate accurately
relative to the top of the hip-bone." The line he traced with the
probe followed the hip-bone to the outer side of the sacro-iliac joint,
right down around the coccyx and then through the cleft of my bottom.
He used a fairly high pressure to push the buttocks aside around the
bum-hole, tracing an oval around it, finally reaching the pubic arch
and meeting up with the measurements he had made before. Again, he
glanced at the computer, Before, it had seemed to be displaying an
unintelligible mass of lines, now it was clearly displaying a sort of 3-
D representation of the measurements, and, I supposed, of the finished
article. He manipulated the key-board to rotate the image a few times
into different orientations. He looked, took a few more measurements
in the rear of the crotch area towards the bum-hole and, after a few
moments of intense concentration, grunted in apparent satisfaction.
"All right. You can sit up now, and relax. The next set of
measurements is done first thing in the morning. If you wake up after
about four am and are needing a pee, press the buzzer in your room and
we will do the measurements right away; they must be done with a really
full bladder. Before then, go to the lavatory, but drink a whole glass
of water before going back to bed again. If you don't wake us, we will
be along at about 6:30 to do the next set. Don't forget to masturbate,
preferably at least three times. Shall I get my assistant to show you
to your room?"
Day 1: Shower, bed and masturbation
My clothes had been taken away from my room. I only had the thin
hospital gown, but the room was warm enough. I took a shower. There
was no curtain or glass surround, and I realised that the whole floor
was tiled and sloped to a drain in the corner with the shower. I knew
I must masturbate, and when I was younger I used to get off using the
jet of water from a shower before I had really realised that I was into
denial. I was still pretty aroused by the measurement process, and the
shower soon had me going. Using the shower, is in itself, a sort of
denial: I want to touch, to press the right place to hurry it along,
but I don't allow myself to, forcing myself to use the water stream as
the only source of stimulation. As I was doing this, I thought of the
girl we had seen swimming today. She would never be able to feel the
shower in this way, and nor would I soon. That thought made me climax
with extraordinary suddenness: gasping and grunting.
Awareness that this would perhaps be my last chance ever to do it this
way made me much less affected by the knowledge that there would be no
punishment after. I stood in front of the mirror, and looked at my
smooth plucked bare pussy. I realised that this could be one of the
last times I would ever see it. I decided to examine it closely,
leaning back against the stool. I looked for the spot where he had
talked about the clenching with arousal causing a strong movement, and
felt for it. Yes, I was aroused, and wanting to clench, I squeezed,
and felt the movement he has spoken of. I thought again about how it
would feel never to be able to clench like this ever again without
intense fear. I decided to try to find out whether it was possible to
climax without clenching; I pressed and squeezed my favourite spot
trying not to clench. It was impossible: I could get just so far, and
then I would just have to clench or the rise towards climax could go no
further. I tried to do it slowly and gradually, but this just made it
worse, I needed that little bit extra at the end, and the only way to
get this was with the clench. Eventually, I decided to let myself
come, but to try to get away with just one or two clenches. I found
that I needed at least three before I could even start to climax and
counted seven in all before I could stop clenching. This was going to
be terrible.
I carefully brushed my teeth and got into bed. There was only a thin
sheet, but the room was quite warm, and I felt surprisingly
comfortable. I knew I was expected to masturbate a third time, but I
did not feel like it just then. Practising denial for a very long
time, (I reckoned two to three a month for the last two and a half
years was about all I ever had), caused the need gradually to becomes
less; after long denial it actually gets more difficult to climax.
Only one or two in that time had been got by touching and manipulation,
the rest had been mostly by desperation with a little touching or
pressing at the end when desire finally overcame will, so the flesh was
just not use to a lot off manipulation. The more I thought about how I
would set about accomplishing the third, the less aroused I became.
Ironical, but then my whole life is a mess of contradictions.
So I decided that I just was not going to climax again. Let them
complain, I had done my best, and I had reached satiety, which was
surely their objective. I lay back and tried to sleep, but sleep would
not come. I started to think about the fitting process, and about the
shape I had seen on the screen. I wondered how it would feel to try to
sleep in the device. I both longed for it and dreaded it. To be
unable to touch or even to clench when aroused. I felt myself
juicing. No! I would not do it, I would just go to sleep. And so the
wonderful, awful conflict again did its magic, and I was soon near to
bursting point again. I fought the urge: I would not touch! I found
myself crossing my legs, squeezing the thighs together. I grasped the
bed-head with both hands, and forced my legs apart. I wondered what it
would feel like never to be able to feel the pressure on my vulva when
I squeezed my thighs in this way, and that thought alone was almost
enough. My thighs leaped together, squeezing in, crossing over
fiercely. There was no attempt this time to suppress the clenches, I
just let it happen, my hands were now in the bed, clutching at my
crotch, feeling the intensity of fulfilment surging through me.
