Message-ID: <27280asstr$973465827@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: joggermcc@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <8u4h7r$ps9$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Nov 05 20:51:08 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} <*> The Fitting (F, chastity belt, denial, frust, b/d, cp, cons) 2/7 Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2000 18:10:27 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman This is a sexually explicit story involving chastity belts, sexual denial, pain, restraint and corporal punishment. If you do not like such things or if it is for any reason illegal for you to read such things, please go away. I, Jo G, the author, retain the copyright. It may be copied freely as long as there is no profit involved. If anybody wants to make a profit from this story, then I want a share. 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+