Female Chastity Story

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Female Chastity Story

Someone
was gently calling my name and shaking my arm. I woke up, realizing it was Dr.
Todd. “Lorrie, Dr. Acres wants to see you..”

She
helped me. “Dr. Todd. What a party. I feel a little bit hung over.” 

I got
up, we made our way to another room. It took me a couple of minutes to realize
something was very different. I was clothed in a long black nightgown. I was
still wearing shoes, but they were much tighter than the ones I had worn the
night before. Several moments later, we arrived at Dr. Acres office. Dr. Todd
knocked, announcing her name. We were told to enter. By now I was considerably
more awake. 

“Good
morning, Lorrie. It is time for you to shower, dress and eat. Your plane is
waiting at Heathrow to take you home. However, there are some things you kneed
to know. Dr. Todd, would you help Lorrie undress?” 

A
couple of moments later I was naked, except for what appeared to be a metal bra
and matching metal panties. “What the hell is going on? Remove these, now.” I
was becoming excited and angry. 

“Relax,
Lorrie. What you are wearing is a metal chastity belt and matching bra. 
Without the releasing tools they are on to stay. How long, depends on you. We
have been retained to transform you from an average girl to a beautiful one. It
will be done, either with or without your co-operation.              


“You
have been partially sedated for two weeks. 

“We
have taken the first steps. All your body hair, from the neck down has been
permanently removed. We have increased your bust from 34B to 36C. This will be
the first of three augmentations. We have also placed an agent in your body to
make your hair grown considerably faster than normal. Feel your bra and
panties. They are made of the finest steel money can buy. The design is
intricate, is it not?”

 My
boobs were indeed bigger. I tried in vain to remove my metal underwear. “I’ll
go to the police when I get home. I’ll have you charged with kidnapping.”

 “You
can go to the police if you wish. Dr. Todd take Lorrie to her shower and dress
her.” 

“Yes,
Dr. Acres. Lorrie come with me.”  Several moments later we are in a very
luxurious bathroom that I had not seen.  “Lorrie before you shower let me have
a look at your underwear.” She examined the bra and belt in minute detail. 
“Dr. Acres told me this was the new model. It takes two people at different
locations, through the Internet to both lock and unlock the belt and bra. The
seams where the locks are inserted into each other are so fine you can barely
see them.  Like Dr. Acres says without the proper procedures they’re on to
stay. Come and see for yourself.”

An
alcove had mirrors where you could see yourself, front and back. “See?” she
said.

She
pointed out the seams on the back of the bra and belt.  She was right: the
locks were completely sealed. I tried removing the belt and bra, but they
wouldn’t budge. I was starting to get angry again, but calmed myself. 

For the
first time I noticed something covering my hair. It was still elaborately
styled. “What’s this?” I said pointing to my head. “Is this locked on too?” 
I asked in a very sarcastic manner. 

“It’s
best you don’t use that tone of voice, Lorrie. Such remarks will cost you
dearly. To answer your question: No, this particular model is not locked, but
others do. It’s called a bubble. In your case, it is to prevent the hair from
becoming undone while sleeping. 

“The
second purpose is to stop your hair from getting wet. We’re wasting too much
time - Dr. Acres will become upset.” 

“Dr.
Todd, how will I go to the toilet?” 

I
showered and did my business. It seem very strange to pee through the belt. 

The
Doctor had my clothes laid out. “For the first year, you’ll wear clothes
similar to the ones you see here. You must be immaculately dressed at all
times, seven days a week. One of the basic rules. Shall we start?” 

“For
the first year, you’ll wear a training corset twenty three hours a day, seven
days a week. It will be removed only for bathing and bowel movements. Your
waist is to be reduced by three inches.”

“Dr.
Todd, have pity. I can’t breath.” 

“Of
course you can, Lorrie. Women have worn corsets for hundreds of years. Relax,
take in small breaths until your lungs adjust.” 

The
rest of my clothes consisted of a dark blue suit; the skirt was an inch above
my knee, the jacket an other inch above that. A fine silk blouse buttoned up
the back. Stockings were attached to the corset. My shoes had three inch chunky
heels with an inch platform.


Everything was very tight, the shoes cramping my feet, forcing my toes tightly
together. 

“Sit
here.” She indicated the chair where I had to sit. It reclined, so she could
put on makeup. “Hair and makeup are a very important part of your
transformation.” 


“Earrings and three gold chains around the neck, and your done.” Stand up and
have a look at yourself. Your transformation is starting and it’s only the first
day. Your jacket must be kept buttoned in the front at all times.” 

I
checked myself out in the alcove. Dr. Todd was right. I looked very much a
young professional woman, smartly dressed, impeccably made up, with highly
styled hair. What a difference from blue jeans and tee shirt. 

She
checked her watch. “Lorrie we’re taking too much time. Dr. Acres will become
upset and that is not a good thing.” 

I tried
to keep up with Dr. Todd, but it was impossible. Everything was much too tight.
My earrings bounced on my ears. “Dr. Todd, please slow down.”

“Dr.
Todd, you’re late, I am not pleased,” was Dr. Acres' response to our
arrival. He inspected me carefully. “Make sure her nails are manicured and
pedicured tomorrow, Dr. Todd. Your meal is ready Lorrie. You must hurry, your
plane is waiting at the airport.” I sat at a small table. Fruit, yogurt, fresh
whole grain rolls and coffee were my breakfast. Dr. Todd cautioned me not to
spill anything on my clothes. 

When I
was finished, Dr Acres informed me it was time to leave for the airport.
“Lorrie, when you make unauthorized trips you must be fully veiled. Dr. Todd, if
you please  He handed her a long black robe. She told me to step into it, then
pulled it up over my body. It was thick, without slots for my arms to slide
through. She adjusted it so it fit properly, snapping it shut at the crown of my
head. There was a slit for my eyes. I couldn’t see properly.  

“Dr.
Todd, this is too claustrophobic.” I complained behind the veil. 

“We’ll
take it off as soon as we get to the airport, Come, the limousine awaits.” Half
an hour later we were at the airport. “We’re taking a private jet home,
Lorrie. Your belt and bra would set off alarms from here to Istanbul.” 

The
captain introduced himself to us as we boarded the jet. “Make yourself
comfortable ladies. Dr. Todd, I believe you know the routine.” 

“Thank
you, Captain. We’ll make ourselves comfortable. My young friend will be more
than happy to remove her veil.” She unsnapped the veil, letting it drop to the
floor. What a relief to be rid of the horrid garment. I’ve come to have a new
sympathy for Muslim women. 

“Is she
not beautiful, Captain Jones?” 

“It is
a pleasure to meet you, miss.” 


“Lorrie, please sit down.” She opened a large brief case. “This envelope is
for you. But first you must put these on.” She gives me a dark blue pair of
leather gloves, matching my suit. It is pointless to argue. Like everything
else I was wearing, they were tight and uncomfortable. 

She
took a vial of tablets from the briefcase. “Here,” she handed me a tiny pill
“you must take one of these every day. It will reduce your need to urinate to
two times a day, and reduce our monthly flow.”  I took the pill. 

The jet
was considerably smaller than its commercial cousins. Consequently, we reached
cursing altitude much faster. “Scotch, Lorrie?” 

“Yes,
please. Can I open my envelope now?” 


“Certainly. I’ll remove the bubble if your promise not to do anything stupid. 
Do you promise?” 

“Yes,
Dr. Todd.” Our conversation was very stiff and formal.  She removed the
so-called bubble. I wished my hair was loose. 


Lorraine Cameron
770 Wonderland Road
London, Ontario, Canada N6K 1M3

I
take this opportunity to welcome you to the Roth International Organization.
You are now an integral part of our conglomerate. Dr. Todd has been assigned as
your mentor.

It is
in your best interest to obey her. It is not our wish to be difficult, but we
can make life very, very unpleasant. We have been assigned a task, and it will
be done. 

You
will find the enclosed photos of interest. 

Yours
truly,
Dr. Albert Acres,
President, Roth International Organization

The
letter was brief and to the point. I looked at enclosed pictures I couldn’t
believe my eyes. “Dr. Todd, is this you?” 

The
photos showed a very overweight woman, about four hundred pounds. She was
massive. Her face was blotched, full of acne I’d seen this woman in the mall
more than once, we even had a brief chat on several occasions. Once we had
coffee in the food court. To put it bluntly, she was very fat and very ugly. 

Dr.
Todd looked at the photos. Now it was her turn to blush, from crimson to red and
back again. “Yes Lorrie, it’s me... I’d better tell you what they did to me.. 

“I’d
been locked up for six years, by Dr. Acres without sex of any kind. Sometimes
it drove me crazy - I’ve fought the bastard all the way. A year ago, he
informed me he had a little treat for me. He showed me the fat lady suit.
'Four hundred pounds, Sylvia. I’ll lock you up in it for a year. It has a
pretty face to go along with the suit. Will you agree to be obedient?' he
said. 'Fuck you' was my response. 'Very well,' he said. 'Very well.' He got a
syringe, injecting the vial into my arm. I tried to resist.

“I woke
up with the suit on. From 135 pounds to 400. It was horrible. When I saw my
reflection in the mirror, I broke down. 'Please, Dr. Acres, take it off I’ll do
anything, please.'  

“'I
warned you Sylvia. One year. You will learn to be obedient. The suit will be
removed once a week for bathing purposes. Here are new clothes. Have a good
year.' 

"Three
months into my ordeal, he summoned me to his residence. 'Will you obey now?'

 “Yes,
Dr. Acres, please. I’ll do anything, anything.

“'Good
  Have you ever heard of London, Ontario?'” 'No,' I replied. You know the
rest. Another three months. I was released two weeks before your flight.


“I’m
sorry honey, but I had no choice.” She broke down in tears. “I couldn’t have
done another six months.” He released me from the belt and bra, too. It was
wonderful. ' Don’t make any trouble, Sylvia, or you’ll be a sorry lady. Come to
bed, I’m going to fuck you, silly.' I had to admit it was the best sex I’ve
ever had.”

I got
up from my chair, walked over to where she was sitting, and gave her a big hug. 
“Dr. Todd, it must have been awful. I’m sorry I was mean to you before. What
Dr. Acres has done is not your fault.” 

“Thanks
you, Lorrie. It’s very important to me that what the bastard did to me is not
repeated on you. While I have to please him, I’ll try my best to make your life
as comfortable as possible. Agreed?” She hugged me back. 


“Agreed. Is there any food on this plane? I’m still hungry.” 

‘Yes,
Lorrie, but I suggest we wait awhile. Corsets and over-full stomachs do not go
well together.” 

“Your
right, of course. What time is it?" From habit, I checked my watch. “Where’s my
watch, and cell, Dr. Todd? Come to think of it, we didn’t travel with any
bags. Where are my clothes?” 

“Your
watch, cell and clothes have been donated to charity. You don’t need the first
two items any more, your clothes would no longer fit.” 

 “Sit
beside me on the sofa, over here. I want to hold you in my arms. We can sleep
for a little while.” 

Later
she told me the so-called inheritance was a set up to get me to England. 

I sat
beside her - it was like an older sister cradling you in her arms. It was
extremely comforting. I was going to remove my shoes and gloves. “Lorrie, you
are not allowed to remove gloves or shoes. I would have to report such
transgressions to Dr. Acres.” But, Dr. Todd, they’re so tight and
uncomfortable.” I complained. 


“Whining will get you into trouble, Lorrie. When I tell you to do something,
the proper response is, ‘Yes, Dr. Todd.’  Your response must also me in a
positive manner. Answer properly.” 

I did. 
“Good - that is much better. Let’s sleep for an hour or so.“ 

The
remainder of the flight was uneventful. We slept for a while, had our meal,
some more to drink. We chatted about what was to come. A good time later, the
Captain informed us that would be landing in London, (Ontario) in 45 minutes. 

“You
must freshen up, then put on your veil, Lorrie.”

“Good. 
It is natural to complain under the circumstances. We’re making progress.” 

I
freshened up. The bubble was inserted over my hair, finally the veil.  It was
claustrophobic and unpleasant. We landed, disembarked the aircraft. I didn’t
know the time, but it was dark. A limousine awaited us. Dr. Todd informed me
to sit properly, clasping my hand together on my lap. She adjust the veil so I
was completely covered. 

The
airport in London is a good forty five minutes from my residence. When the
limo stopped, I was surprised to find it was not my apartment block, but a large
three story house. “This will be your new home during your transformation,
Lorrie. Lets go inside so we can get you out of this nasty veil. It’s a real
pain..” Once inside she removed my veil and bubble, putting both in the hall
closet. 

“Our
personal quarters are on the third floor. Let's go upstairs have a
nightcap and get you ready for bed.” I followed her to the elevator.  


“This
is beautiful, Dr. Todd,” I said as we entered the apartment. 

We had
our nightcap, chatted a bit. Dr. Todd got me ready for bed, removing the
corset briefly for me to go to the toilet. My nightdress was silk, black, short
sleeved, thigh length. She informed me that stockings, shoes and gloves were to
be worn continuously. A different bubble was placed over my hair.  I had to
take a sedative, helping me to sleep. 

“Good
night, Lorrie. I almost forgot - Happy birthday!” She turned off the light.




She was surprised at how little the box weighed; the display
suit she had tried on all those months ago had been much
heavier than this box. Of course her suit would fit much
closer, the result of several sessions of being set in plaster
to form a mannequin of exactly her proportions.



It had all started when she let slip to Paul that she really
liked the 'Chrome Woman' illustrations popular in sci-fi
illustrations a few years previous. The way that the breasts
reflected the light and the androgynous look of the robot
women really proved a turn on for Agi.



When Paul had taken her to Norwich for the weekend last
autumn she had no idea what he had arranged. John was
professionally an armourer, repairing and making plate mail
for re-enactment enthusiasts, the theatre and even
museums. As a side line he made a small number of items
for alternative lifestyle people, chastity belts, bondage suits
and more fanciful items of apparel more often seen on the
covers of Fantasy publications, metal underwear for the
discerning lady adventurer!



All these items gave some amusement; neither of them were
into any kinky stuff other than the occasional corset and
stocking session and the fact that some people would
willingly wear some of this stuff seemed just a bit ludicrous.



The polished steel suit that John helped her into had been
made for a TV commercial. the actress who had worn it was
a size larger than Agi's petit size 10. Despite that and the
weight, a good 15kg, Agi when offered the chance of her
own suit jumped at the idea. So it was that John made
several trips to their cottage in Uppingham to take the casts
that would be used to form the metal suit.



And now here it was, Paul was away but after all the waiting
she could brook no further delay in seeing the metal Agi,
which she christened Maggi. She cleared the big kitchen
table and placed the box on one of the carvers and opened
the lid.



It was immediately clear this suit was something a bit special
instead of the bright chrome she was expecting, a slightly
purple tinge coloured the highly polished parts. And it was
so amazingly light, yet when she tried to flex the thin sheet
it gave not a bit. She quickly removed the various
component parts as well as a box of smaller pieces. It was
clear that John had created a masterpiece here, one that Agi
just had to try on soon.



She found a note in the box addressed to 'Agi', another to
'Paul', placing that on the dresser assuming it was the final
invoice, she read her note.



On Paul's suggestion I made two sets of 'feet',
an everyday pair that you can walk in and a
'fetish' pair with a built in 12cm heel much like
the prototype picture. When you put the suit on
(don't try without Paul) you need to start at the
feet and work upward. The pieces all lock
together finishing with the neck and shoulder
piece (you need to put the head on second last!),
the key piece can be fitted by the wearer but
only another person can remove it.



For your comfort I suggest you remove all body
hair (everywhere!) so it doesn't get caught as the
plates move. I have made the lower body so you
can pee etc, full instructions on how are in the
small box. I hope you enjoy it and I look forward
to seeing some photos!



Well that all sounded straight forward, the last paragraph
seemed a bit kinky but Agi quite liked the idea of being
hairless, after all she trimmed her pubes anyway and she
kept her legs smooth anyway, and she had that sample of
American hair remover to try.



Next she located the small box and found the enclosed
instructions. The toilet instructions were straight forward, fit
all the bits as shown and she could wear the suit for
extended periods, without them, a pee would mean a
complete strip. The parts looked a little intrusive but they
would be worth the peace of mind.



Paul was going to be away for another week, she couldn't
wait that long to try it, Agi decided to prepare herself and
have a try on. An hour later, she emerged from the
bathroom, her body as free of hair as she was ever likely to
be and feeling so smooth she made a mental note to get
some more of that remover cream. She found her swim cap
and carefully tucked her shoulder length blonde locks into
the rubber. Looking in the mirror she already looked quite
alien to her 'suburban' mind.



She secured the cottage and moved the parts into the
lounge to 'dress'. As this was going to be a short try on she
selected the high heel feet; they slipped on easily, gripping
her feet comfortably as she pressed the closure shut. The
rest of the leg pieces slipped on just as easily, each locking
over the previous part. The ankle, knee and hip joints used a
lot of small plates so that she had full articulation for
wa
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