Total Chastity Toy

Chapter 5

It was a feeling I would have to get used to, like it or not.

The examination table was returned to level and the stirrups lowered to their normal position with my buttocks once again resting on the surface, then, a moment later the straps holding me in place were all released. My legs were lifted out and I was helped to a sitting position on the end of the table, but still encased in my helmet. When I sat fully, the butt plug was pushed deeper up into my body and a wail of discomfort surged against the still-inflated gag. I was so exhausted I could barely sit upright, but the hands helped steady me, then the gag deflated and I felt the laces of the helmet being loosened. The strap holding it in my mouth was released and the deflated balloon was pulled out, then a second later the pads covering my eyes were also removed and I found that it was the nurse helping me. Mistress and the doctor were on the other side of the examining room, talking and putting things into a small suitcase, and then when the nurse pulled the helmet off over my head she handed it across to Mistress who immediately placed it in the suitcase. The doctor spoke without even turning to look at me.

“She can get dressed now.”

I slipped off the table and was a little wobbly, but started across the room to my clothes to get dressed. Whatever they had encased my groin in was an inescapable presence and each step made me more and more aware of it and of the large plug now resident within my body. I looked down, but couldn’t see much, then noticed there was a full-length mirror on the back of the door. I stepped in front of it and got the first look at what they’d fastened on my body. A small shiny steel lock dangled between my thighs and when I turned I saw another of the same type, this holding a metal flap over the strap between my buttocks. My entire groin from the waist down and between my legs was covered completely in a shiny layer of thick, black, smooth rubber with no sign whatsoever of my male parts being visible. I knew they were there though and could feel them held tightly by the imprisoning device, but when I pressed my hand against the smooth surface, I couldn’t even feel the pressure. I also saw a black disk between my buttocks with the strap running between my legs passing through a slot in its end, before it disappeared under the metal cover the padlock held over the fastenings. The front part was a cover for whatever was holding my testicles within my body cavities, also holding my p***s in a firm embrace within its own imprisoning tube. The only thing marring the smooth under surface was the rubber tube coming through a small hole, attached to a drainage bag strapped to my right thigh. The sight of the padlock hanging between my legs where my testicles used to be sent a shudder down my spine, then Mistress’s voice came from across the room, cutting through my musing inspection of this newest garment.

“Quit admiring your new chastity belt, Charli, and fix your hair, then get dressed. We have a lot yet to do today.”

I retrieved my purse and quickly combed out my hair, then took my clothes from the hook on the wall and began to get dressed. Mistress interrupted when I held my cup and control briefs, wondering what to do with them.

“You won’t need those ever again, my dear. What you’re wearing now though is only a temporary expedient until your Latowski belt arrives.”

She turned back to the doctor and continued their low-voiced conversation while I finished getting dressed and at last I could overhear what was being said. The doctor seemed to be doing most of the talking and I can still remember her words almost exactly.

“She certainly knows now who that little thing between her legs belongs to. This chastity will do fine until her permanent one arrives. All of the other equipment you’ve ordered will be delivered by the time you are ready for it, and the table will be identical to this one. It should work quite well for most of the things you have planned and I’ll show you how it all works before you’re on your own. I’ve given you prescriptions for everything that requires one and the rest of the articles you can get from that list of suppliers without a prescription. You’ll have a better idea of exactly what you want after the next week.

“I’m unaware of anyone who has started with such full immersion into the lifestyle at the very beginning, but I don’t think you’ll have any problems. It will probably be easier in the long run and her adjustment more complete, but she’s not a true beginner though, is she? I’m sure it will work very well.

“Have fun this afternoon and I’ll see you later.”

I didn’t understand everything I heard, but it was obvious that I wasn’t going to be allowed to slip into my new life gradually. Perhaps the doctor was right: it would be easier this way. I vowed to myself that I would co-operate completely with Mistress, in everything, but it didn’t appear that I really had much choice in the matter anyway, and this was what I had dreamed of all my life and much more.

When I was dressed, Mistress was ready to leave. She handed me the valise holding everything that had been used on me today and who knew what else, then stuffed a stack of prescription forms and other papers into her purse. The valise was heavy and the knowledge of what it might contain weighed on my mind while she led me down the hall and into my new life. Every step made me more aware of the plug locked deep in my lower body and of the stiff rubber prison locked around my groin, to say nothing of the semi-rigid presence embedded in my captive p***s. They were the physical reminders of what had been done to me today. What scared me though was that this was only the very beginning. Mistress didn’t say a word until we were getting into the car.

“Obviously, the first thing we have to take care of is your appearance. We certainly can’t buy clothes to fit that shape, so I’ll take care of getting your shape adjusted, first.”

I wasn’t quite sure what she meant, for I thought I was quite attractive and had a pretty good figure when laced tight, wearing the breast forms and fully dressed. I didn’t have long to wait because it was only a short drive before we pulled up in front of the shop that had always fascinated me with its window displays. These and the sign on the front of the building had caused me to stop many times and admire the treasures inside. Actually, I’d already bought several items there, including my breast forms, but one of my greatest fantasies had been to step through that front door and be fitted with all the products the shop specialized in. The sign read “Lovely Ladies Lingerie Boutique” and below the name it read “Mastectomy Products, Surgical Supports, Custom Bras and Girdles, Custom Corsetry Corset Training Our Specialty”.

I couldn’t believe this was actually happening while Mistress got out of the car and then followed her almost in a daze. We walked past the window displays, and of course, the heaviest-designed undergarments appealed to me. Most were made of thick, brocaded silk or canvas in all colours, complete with laces and straps everywhere with wide garters hanging from the bottom. Some only went from a little above the waist to high on the hips, but others went from just under the breasts, down over the hips and covered the tops of the thighs. Several of the corsets had deep, full cups that would fully enclose and cover the wearer’s breasts, with the cups being held securely in place by means of wide, sturdy straps running over the shoulders. There were also corsets that looked like the ones I’d seen in pictures from the Victorian age. They were beautiful, but there was no way my body could ever have a waist that small, I thought, wanting to just stand and look forever, but Mistress had opened the door and was already inside, waiting.

She turned and looked at me, her cold expression telling me to follow immediately and so I walked through it as if in a dream. It was a large room with all types of women’s stringent foundation garments displayed: anything and everything imaginable. All the displays of the intricate and intimate undergarments took my breath away and my mind spun while I wondered what she planned to get for me. I wanted one of each! I tried to take it in all at once while I numbly followed Mistress across the room to a woman standing behind a glass display case filled with artificial breast forms of all types and sizes. She greeted Mistress and glanced over at me for a moment of evaluation then turned back to her.

“You’re finally ready to proceed? Are you going all the way now?”

“Yes, it’s time,” Mistress replied. “Do you think you can do anything with her?”

“Of course, we can!" The woman laughed. “Let me get Rhonda to assist you.”

She went through a curtain into a back area while I continued to stare at all of the marvellous corsets and other garments on display, until she returned with another woman, obviously Rhonda; the one who would very soon introduce me to corset training.

CHAPTER 6

Further Enhancement

She was quite tall and had an unbelievable figure with large, impressive breasts and the smallest waist I had ever seen, even though her hips and derriere were of average size, perfectly shaped, and the contrast with her small waist made them even more attractive. She greeted Mistress then walked over and looked me up and down then turned and spoke to her.

“Oh yes, we can do wonders with this one. So! Let’s get started. Please follow me.”

With brisk, business-like strides, she led us down a hallway and through a door labelled “Corset Fitting Room No 1". The chamber beyond was about the size of a normal bedroom, quite large for a fitting area, I thought, noting that the walls were covered with floor-to-ceiling mirrors. The only furniture was a desk and chair on rollers while in the very centre was a small podium, above which was an unusual feature, but one I was familiar with from reading all sorts of corseting stories. Hanging from a large hook on the ceiling was an electric cable hoist of the type seen in a factory, and suspended from it was a wooden bar two inches in diameter and about three feet long. Attached to the ends of the bar were two short lengths of chain and at the end of each was a heavy, padded leather cuff. Directly beneath the bar, a large steel ring lay flat on the carpet of the podium top, coming through it from a large ring bolt. Of course, as mentioned, I’d heard of lacing bars, but until now had never seen one up close and personal. I knew instinctively that I would soon get to experience it first hand. Rhonda confirmed this when she walked to the desk, then turned and spoke.

“Have her remove her clothing, all of it, please.”

By this point of the day, I was getting used to people not speaking directly to me and referring to me as “her” and so began to strip. I couldn’t find a hook to hang my clothes and so just piled it neatly in a corner with my shoes and stockings. I didn’t feel any embarrassment stripping in front of Rhonda because now, my private parts were completely covered, but I was still embarrassed by my encasement and blushed profusely when it was revealed, even though the events at the doctor’s office and the way people now treated me as a non-person had removed most of my normal inhibitions. She came over carrying a tape measure, then stood back and examined the strict, locked, black rubber that covered my groin and when she’d finished her inspection, turned to Mistress.