The Fitting
Part 4
Day 3: Final measurement and manufacture
Again I slept well after this, and did not wake until it was time for
the early morning measurement. This was the last of the measurements,
and I could relax for the rest of the day. The first fitting would be
that evening. If it fitted, I would wear it over night. That last
climax might be my last for some considerable time. I felt aroused and
wanted to do it again. I told Keith. "Oh, no you don't," he
said, "I'm watching you. You have been going nearly three weeks
sometimes without even having a belt on, and now you pretend that you
can't last half a day! I really don't believe you! Are you committed
to this deal or not? You've already got two beatings waiting for you,
are you really wanting a third? You just wait until we get home!"
I spent time in the pool and time in the gymnasium, hoping that
exercise would lessen my need. I went to the work-shop and looked at
the computer grinding out the moulds for my chastity belt parts, and at
the girl who was filling one of the mould-sections with mats of fibre
bound with the special plastic resins. I spoke to her, asking if she
wore one of them. "Yes, of course," she said, "it goes with the job.
Nobody works here otherwise. It means that we properly understand the
need and do a good job. You are getting a 'total denial' type, and
only those wearing one are allowed to make up the crotch-plate, which
is what I am doing. It is an exacting business."
"When did you last . . . .?"
"Spend time out of the belt? Or orgasm? The Ice Man recommends that
wearers of the 'total denial' belt should be allowed to climax every
three months. Not every owner does that, but a person denied every
orgasm eventually becomes frigid, and seriously depressed with it. The
spikes that deny orgasm can be disengaged. Every three months, the
belt is removed, the spikes are disengaged and the belt is replaced. I
generally get an orgasm within a week, usually through a wet dream.
Then the spikes are put back again. I have been wearing this one,
other than for that disengagement and re-engagement, for two years
now. My last orgasm was nearly three months ago. I get the spikes
disengaged tomorrow. I used to try to orgasm with the spikes engaged,
but the pain is so terrible that I would pass out first."
Keith, beside me, grinned. My stomach fell and my arousal and need
increased until I was starting to clench. I tried to suppress the
clench, imagining what it would be like in just a few hours to wear
this device that she was making, and this just about made me climax.
Keith saw my reaction and sensed my arousal. "I think it is time for a
brisk session on the exercise bicycle. You've been getting very unfit
recently." He led me away.
Day 3: First fitting
That evening, before dinner, was the first fitting session. I had not
managed to have another orgasm, for Keith had watched me carefully,
even accompanying me on my visits to the lavatory. I went to the
measurement room, and there on the table were the several flesh-
coloured plastic parts of my belt. First The Ice Man described the
pieces.
"This is the crotch-plate. These two parallel plates fit down between
the inner and outer lips, and contain the flow of urine and menstrual
fluid, preventing it matting the pubic hair and causing problems. By
minimising the volume of this area, we prevent fluid being retained by
the belt, thus avoiding problems of irritation and smell.
"The front edges of these plates are important as they follow the pubic
bone down either side of the clitoris, right across the sensitive spot
we found. Concealed within the plates are the two spikes. When these
outer parts are deflected inwards by the clench, like this, a tiny
movement causes these spikes to emerge. There is a strong spring to
return them when the clench is relaxed. For a short period every three
months, the spikes should be disengaged, unless you want to lose all
interest in sex. This is done by moving this catch, here, with this
little key or with a tiny pair of pliers. Now, the clench does not
move the spikes. Re-engage by moving the catch back, like this. She
cannot move the catch, even if she could reach it, because the spikes
stick right out as the catch is moved across. Do you want to try it?"
We both looked at the arrangement, which we had seen described in
pictures and reports, and moved the little catch to and fro. Without
the special key, it would require a strong grip with a tiny pair of
pliers, for the spring was very strong. I squeezed in the outer
plates, to sense how strongly I would be clenching before the spikes
came in. I found that they came in very suddenly when the pressure
reached a certain critical level. The spikes were not sharp, designed
to inflict pain but not injury. They would produce a very concentrated
pressure against a sensitive nerve-focus. I felt the familiar
intensity of fluttering down below but remained outwardly calm.
"The urine hole is opposite the rear of the vaginal opening, so that
the flow goes across the whole length of the inner lips. This helps to
sweep away any menstrual fluids. You will see that it is of quite
large diameter, so as to take the full flow, but is shaped to have no
direct access from outside to inside for any penetrating object. The
outlet has a simple flap-valve made of a synthetic rubber to prevent
back-flow or ingress of fluids from outside. By sealing this area, air
is prevented from entering; it is the exposure of the residual fluids
to air that causes problems of irritation and smells.
"At the rear of the crotch-plate is the hole for faeces. This does not
have the wire barrier across it; that has been manufactured, here, and
can be added at any time if you need. To the rear of this is the point
where the hip-bands engage. They fit in to it like this, pointing out
sideways, and then you rotate them forwards and inwards to engage on
the hips." He performed the action. "Once the front parts of these
are together, they will drop down into the front part of the crotch-
plate, just above the pubic bone, where the lock snaps shut, holding
them in place." He snapped the belt shut, and handed it to me to
examine.
It was a work of art. It was light, smooth and elegant. The joints
between the different parts looked smooth and only a hair-line crack
was visible. I rubbed my finger across the join and could feel
nothing. I handed it to Keith; he examined it, and nodded approval.
"The only metal parts are the lock, no bigger than a small ladies
watch, the springs for the spikes, which are even smaller, and, if you
have them fitted, the rear barrier wires. They will not set off most
security screens. I supply three keys; keep them safe: without them
the appliance has to be destroyed to remove it, and that would be
expensive! I always keep a fourth key in a safe here.
"As you know, the belt is made of plastic. A few moments with a good
pair of shears will remove it, but it will also destroy it. It cannot,
however, be removed without detection: if it is in place and intact, it
has not been removed. You can, as you have seen, shower, bath, swim,
perform any body functions except for sex with it in place. For
hygiene purposes, a good soak in the bath from time to time will be
beneficial. Any questions?"
We were both silent. I wanted to get on and try it. I was not really
taking anything in; far too apprehensive about this momentous step,
about how it would feel. I was also somewhat breathless and aroused at
the prospect.
"Right. For fitting, you should preferably be completely naked, and
with an empty bladder. Please, Miranda." I took off my hospital
gown. I did not need to pee. "You should hold onto a solid object,
the foot-board of the bed, the back of a chair, a table; in this case
the measuring couch. You should get your legs as wide apart as
possible and crouch with your knees well bent, and with your torso
erect. Press the front of the crotch-plate well into the base of the
belly above the pubic bone, and rotate it down until the inner plates
start to touch the labia. Make sure that they go between the inner and
outer lips, like this. Part the bum-cheeks to let the rear opening fit
snugly against the bum-hole. Now, put the two hip-bands in place in
the rear mounting, facing outwards. Rotate them inwards together, they
are linked, and you will find that they seem to be nearly an inch below
the top edge of your hip-bone. Pull the whole thing up firmly, and it
will close over the top of the hip-bone so that the fronts of the hip-
bands meet and engage, like this. The top of the crotch-plate is just
clear of the hip-bands now; draw them firmly together so that the lock
engages." I heard the snap of the lock closing.
"You can stand up, now, Miranda. How does it feel?" How does a new
pair of shoes feel when you first try them on? A new bra? I stood up,
raised one leg and then the other, bent and straightened. It was
tight, pressing in with an even pressure all over. It seemed to search
deep into my crotch, and I was decidedly aroused, but there was no
pain, no sense of any point having undue pressure or roughness.
"I will have to see how it goes, but, compared with other belts I have
worn, my initial impressions are very good. I feel very aroused by
it. It presses deep into me at a point that is very . . . sensitive
for me and this makes me feel aroused. Also the idea of it. I need to
clench, but I am afraid to."
"You can clench to find out how it feels, for the spikes are
disengaged. You were clenching as I put it on, as you felt the outer
plates press into you. This is why there was some difficulty getting
it over your hip. You will have to learn not to clench at this point,
or you will be hurt when the spikes are engaged."
I clenched, and felt the outer plates first resist me and then move
inwards slightly. This was the point where the spikes would bite. I
felt the strange fluttering sensation in my belly again: that terrible
wonderful dread-desire combination.
"First, I want you both to fit and remove the appliance several times
until you are confident in what you are doing. Try to concentrate on
your internal relaxation to prevent the clench when it goes on,
Miranda. For removal, it is the reverse procedure. Fit the key and
rotate anti-clock-wise a quarter turn and the hip-bands pop out at the
front. Rotate them outwards, and they disengage at the rear. Lift
them out, and then you notice that the crotch-plate is held up by its
fit over the pubic bone. Crouch, a little, please Miranda. Rotate it
down and forward to release it. Miranda, you try first."
The first time I put it on, I caught one of the inner lips on the wrong
side of the inner plates, and that hurt as I tried to pull up the hip-
bands. After that, I got it right, and practised two more times,
learning how to prevent the spontaneous clench as the crotch plate was
pulled into its final position. Then Keith tried. He got it wrong too
the first time, but he soon had the knack. After that, the belt was
left on.
"What about the spikes?" asked Keith.
"How long does it take her to climax in a belt without touching?
Nearly a fortnight? We take the fitting process in easy stages. First
it is worn for half an hour, just sitting, standing and walking, then
we check the fit. If it is OK, it goes on again over dinner, and gets
checked after about two hours of wear. If it is OK again, it goes on
over-night. Then tomorrow, we do some gentle exercise, then some more
vigorous exercise, checking each time, and making adjustments if
necessary. Sometimes we have to re-manufacture parts at this stage.
"There is a process of education of spike awareness. If we didn't do
that, she could be taken by surprise at awkward times: when driving a
car, or at work perhaps. During this process, the spikes are at first
engaged for only a few minutes at a time, and then for increasing
periods. Only when we are satisfied that both of you can handle the
whole thing are they in place full time.
"So just now, Miranda, you can walk gently, sit down, stand up, but do
nothing vigorous, and come back in half an hour for a check-up."
At the check-up, it was found that one of the inner plates was exerting
slightly too much pressure on the under-side of my pubic bone. This
was taken out and re-manufactured during dinner, so I did not wear it
over then. After dinner, the belt with the new inner plate was fitted,
and checked again an hour and again two hours later. There were no
more problems.
That night I moved into the room with Keith. He was very affectionate,
wanting to get me really aroused. I was well aroused already, though,
because of the belt. Its smooth and gentle intransigence really got to
me in a special way. I felt it deep inside me. I responded to him,
giving him head which he liked, and trying to come as this could be my
last chance for some time, but he came very quickly, turned on by my
plight, and I didn't. I lay awake for a long time wondering
what "education in spike awareness" might signify.
I had expected a lot of discomfort and annoyance from just lying in
bed and rolling over. This had been the case with previous belts, but
there was nothing worse than lying on a slightly creased sheet.
