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OUR NEW LIFE By Charli Part 1 - The beginning Prologue A while back I posted a contribution here entitled "Our New Life". Its submission was premature. It was disjointed and far too long. I should have submitted chapters or segments of the story. It was also full of omissions that I thought at the time were too personal or extreme. A fair amount of fantasy had also crept in, replacing some of the things I felt too personal to write about. The other 2 members of our family had also requested that their names and our continuing relationship not be used. They have since rethought that position. The praise and well-founded criticism from those who reviewed my writing is gratefully accepted. I hurriedly submitted it because my Mistresses had told me they were about to complete their plans for me and I would be totally incapable of performing any of the activities I had previously. Her plans are complete now and she spoke the truth. I'm unable to do any of the things I did before. My life, my very existence, is only the sensations and feelings she provides for me. I can feel and think but the only physical activity I can perform is move my eyes. This may sound terrible to the reader but it is wonderful and the culmination of my life's dreams. As an added bonus I have unlimited time to write. I can operate my computer through two programs, Vision Key and Quick Glance, with eye movements. This is my only way to communicate with Mistress or anyone else. My writing is interrupted rather frequently by the way my body responds to the stimuli my enclosure and the machines attached to it provide but I don't mind that in the least. Now I should be able to complete the journal of my odyssey properly. This is a complete rewrite of that original submission My enclosure is the final step of a journey that begins with my earliest memories. As long as I can remember I have been fascinated by anything that enclosed or limited and controlled the human body, particularly my own body. I had always dreamed of what it would feel like to wear a suit of armor, space suit, diving suit, leg, neck and back braces, corsets, girdles and bras. As a child I fervently wished I would get polio and have to be put in an Iron Lung and then have to use leg braces. At the age of 9 I contracted spinal meningitis. At first they didn't know if I had polio or meningitis. I heard the doctors discussing it with my parents. I just knew that I had polio and every time I heard someone coming down the hall I prayed they were bringing my Iron Lung. No one knew the real reason for the tears I shed when they announced I had meningitis. I used to sneak into my mother's room and put on her corsets, girdles and bras. I was the only teenager on the block and did a lot of babysitting. I tried on the bras, girdles and corsets of most of the mothers in our neighborhood. At the time I was growing up, firm and heavily boned foundation garments were still common and I loved the feeling of them holding and squeezing my body. I made leg braces from my erector set and curtain rods. I devoured any pictures I could find of braces, armor, diving suits or pilot's pressure suits. The Sears catalogue was my favorite reading material with the numerous foundation garments shown in it. I also discovered that I had strong transsexual feelings although I didn't have any idea what to call them. I loved to dress in corsets, girdles and bras and imagined myself as a woman. The sight of breasts on my chest sent shivers all up and down me. I wanted to wear women's underwear and feel it hold and confine my body and to have breasts. The idea of actually becoming a woman was an impossible dream in the 40s and 50s but it didn't stop me from wishing to become a woman. My ultimate dream was to be a female polio victim and to be in an iron lung at night and wear leg and body braces during the day. At the time I had never even heard of the word transvestite and thought I was the only person in the world who'd ever thought such things. I also found myself fascinated by another feeling I didn't have a name for. I liked to have my genitals trapped and inaccessible, usually under a tight panty girdle. I bought several and would wear 2 or 3 at a time to get the tightness I wanted. After a while I bought a small protective athletic cup and wore it underneath. There was not room for me to get an erection in it and the feeling was exciting. I was not locked in but access was a little time consuming for bathroom needs and required privacy that I also found exciting. At about 16, I got up the nerve to go into a shop selling corsets. I told them that my mother had insisted I pick one up for her, as she was unable to get out. You can imagine my nervousness that was about the same as a teenage boy being asked to buy a corset for his mother. I had done my homework and had a note, supposedly from her, giving style and size. I got a heavily boned front lacing corset that fit me well. I would wear it over a panty girdle and my cup and I wore stockings as well. I loved the tightness and rigidity of the corset and the way it made my genitals even less accessible. I wasn't able to wear it as often as I desired but it was wonderful when I could. My male parts were completely invisible under it all. I was not locked in chastity but it was a start. I'd found references to chastity belts in some books but they were always for females and a medieval device that no longer existed if they ever had. The idea of a male chastity device was something I never found any mention of. It wasn't until years later that the Internet led me to numerous sites that both showed male chastity belts and offered them for sale. I indulged myself as much as possible without getting caught, although my mother noticed things in her drawers mussed several times and questioned me. I'm sure she suspected and probably knew for sure I'd been in her things. When I went away to college, dorm life made any use of corsets or female underwear impossible. My younger sister was getting my old bedroom and I had no place to store the things I'd collected so everything went in the trash. In my freshman year I fractured 2 vertebrae in a fall while rock climbing and the doctor prescribed a rigid back brace and then an orthopedic corset. A dream had come true and they felt as wonderful as I'd imagined. I was never without a brace and corset again. I completed college with a degree in engineering and married the girl I met in college. We were both engineers and soon both had good jobs and were on the way to what most consider the good life. We decided that we enjoyed the things a good salary could buy and that children were not a part of our future. I collected quite a number of different braces and corsets over the years, using the excuse of looking for one that would be more comfortable. They all were comfortable to me and the thrill never went away when I put a new brace on or went back to one I hadn't worn for a while. I didn't wear them all the time but my back was always "acting up again" and I would wear a brace or corset for a while until I got a little tired of the tightness and chaffing and would put them away until the urge hit me again. I also acquired first a single leg brace and then a pair of matching bilateral long leg braces, KAFOs. These I wore in secret at first and reveled in the feeling of the braces gripping my legs and limiting my mobility. The sight of my torso and legs encased in braces was the ultimate turn-on, up to then at least. We spent 30 years chasing the "good life" and enjoyed the benefits that came with it but something was missing for us. We played around with bondage quite a bit and I even dressed in a corset quite often for our lovemaking and it seemed to be all right with her but it wasn't near the turn-on for her as it was for me. I'd obtained many women's corsets using the excuse that they were more comfortable than the ones made for men. Of course I wore stockings to keep them from riding up. I found some all-in-one corsets and tried water balloons to fill out the cups. I told my wife that the shift in balance from the weight of the balloons seemed to help my back and my next step was a pair of silicone breast forms that I wore as much as possible with one of my all-in-ones or with a longline bra and corset. We joked about my feminine side and the fact that I was definitely the submissive but she didn't seem to be interested in being the Domme. She never does anything halfway and now I'm sure that was the problem. She would have to be totally the Domme or not at all. I was finding that I not only wanted my body confined and restricted but I wanted it to be reshaped into a female form. I wanted to look at myself and see a woman. I hadn't admitted to myself yet that I wanted to be a woman. I just wanted to look like a woman whenever I had the opportunity. I finally got up the courage to tell my wife and her response amazed me. She just said that she knew that and it was fine with her. She loved what was inside and my feminine side was part of what she'd always loved. We joined a cross dressers club for heterosexual couples and became very active in the club and their activities. We met once a month but many of the couples went out together dressed on most weekend evenings. I reached the point where I was only wearing men's clothing to go to work and then I always had on a corset or back brace and panties underneath. I started wearing my leg braces all the time at home and had a new set made that fit me properly. By this point I had gotten out of the aerospace industry and was teaching engineering at a private college. Everyone knew about my supposed bad back and I took the big step saying it was beginning to affect my legs and was soon wearing my leg braces and using crutches at work. A wheelchair followed pretty quickly and I had almost everything I wanted. I dressed as a woman completely at home and for most of our social life which had come to involve our crossdressing group almost exclusively. At work I was in my leg and back braces and using a wheelchair. I only owned a couple pair of men's briefs for doctor's visits and such. The rest of the time I was always in panties and girdles or corsets of some kind. I had never lost the need to have my genitals confined and always had at least a pair of firm control briefs under everything else. A rigid cup contained my penis and balls. My wife had agreed to take control of that portion of me and I had added web or leather belts to most of my corsets and back braces. These could be locked with small padlocks and she kept the keys. The briefs and cup underneath were effectively locked on until she unlocked me. I started using introducing Foley catheters and could remain locked up all day and night. I was released only for one hour in the morning for bathing and toilet needs. She would also release me for sexual activities but as time passed more often than not our sexual activity involved me pleasuring her with me locked up. I found I derived tremendous satisfaction from that type activity. The satisfaction I obtained grew until I was achieving a form of orgasm I never dreamed was possible, without ejaculation or even erection. It was much more mental and emotional than physical and was the most fantastic thing I'd ever felt. Everything changed suddenly about five years ago when I had a heart attack. I had eight total cardiac arrests and they all thought I wouldn't make it. But as you can see I did survive and surprisingly was left with little heart damage except for an arrhythmia problem. The doctors tried all the medications but eventually had to implant an Automatic Implanted Cardiac Defibrillator (AICD) to assure my heart would continue it's normal rhythm. It worked and still works great but the doctors strongly recommended that I shouldn't return to work. We discussed it and decided that not only would I retire but she would too. We'd sell our home and move to a house we'd purchased in the mountains nearly 200 hundred miles north of Los Angeles. We'd enough saved and invested that neither of us would ever have to work again and we could start working on what would make us truly happy. We put our home on the market and soon were in escrow and getting ready to move. During my convalescence I spent a lot of time surfing the web and finally found that male chastity belts were very real and available. The steel chastity belts available were a revelation for me and one in particular became a must have. I knew I had to have a Latowski belt or something similar that would completely enclose me in a pair of stainless steel panties and be completely inescapable. I showed my wife pictures of it and she spent a lot of time studying the photos. She said that was a formidable garment and the implications of allowing it to be locked on one's self was a big step, quite probably an irreversible step. Was I really sure that was what I wanted? I told her I was pretty sure. I thought I knew what I wanted and I know now that she definitely knew what she wanted and was just waiting for me to broach the subject. A couple of days later, I finally got up the nerve to tell her everything that was on my mind. I started by telling her how much I wanted to be a disabled woman all the time. We discussed it for a while and she said she didn't have any problems with it but did I actually want to be a woman? I told her that I wasn't completely sure but I did want to have real breasts and at least try living full time as a woman. She said that I had better make up my mind because it would be hard to live as a man with breasts. She had a good point there and I told her that I was sure I wanted to live as a woman from there on. She smiled and said that was fine with her but she had a few conditions. That she would have conditions surprised me. When she brought out a printed list of her conditions it made me realize she had actually been planning this for quite a while and had done a lot of research. They were: 1. I will remove and keep removed all body hair. 2. I will allow my hair to grow and style it in a feminine style. 3. I will wear only skirts and dresses, no pants. 4. I will wear stockings or pantyhose at all times. 5. I will let my nails grow and keep them at least 1/2 inch long and manicured at all times. 6. I will have 42D breast implants and surgical figure enhancement. 7. I will have my larynx tightened to give me a higher pitched voice. 8. I will have my eyebrows, eyeliner and lips tattooed with permanent make-up 9. I will wear a corset, back brace and leg braces at all times I am not sleeping or bathing, a true corset and not just an elastic girdle 10. I will wear an inescapable chastity belt at all times and only my Mistress will possess the key. Release will be at her pleasure and will not be related to either reward or punishment. The last 5 really threw me a curve. There would be no going back and my comfort didn't seem real high on her priority list. I knew now that 'inescapable' chastity belts really did exist and her interest in the Latowski belt made more sense to me. The idea of being locked in one was exciting but also a little scary. And what was this "Mistress" thing? She informed me that none of the conditions were negotiable and after I agreed to the first ten she had a few more. She didn't want to throw too much at me at once. I had 24 hours to make up my mind. I lay awake all night thinking. The idea of not being able to go back was my only reason to be hesitant. The thought of really living as a woman and especially seeing and feeling real breasts on my chest left me no choice. The idea of her having the only key to a real locking chastity belt was relatively new to me but the idea of being locked in with her having the only key was thrilling and high on the list of pros I went over. I managed to wait until we sat down for breakfast to tell her my answer was definitely yes to all her conditions. She gave me a smile and a nod and then said she wanted to get on to the rest of my fetish dreams. She said she had another set of conditions and they were a little more stringent and if I didn't agree to them unconditionally the first ten were void and our marriage with it. She'd agreed to my desire to live as a woman and now it was only fair that the woman I was going to become live by her terms. She handed me a sheet of paper with more conditions on it and these had little to do with my living as a woman but spelled out what was required of me as her slave. They were: 1. I will address her only as "Mistress" and I will speak only when she has given me permission. 2. I will instantly obey all orders of my Mistress with no questions. 3. I will willingly allow my Mistress to dress me in any clothing and/or attach to my body any device or apparatus she sees fit. 4. I will willingly allow my Mistress to place my body in any device she sees fit. 5. I will never suggest or request I be dressed in any clothing, device or apparatus not ordered by my Mistress. 6. I will never suggest or request that any clothing, device or apparatus ordered by my Mistress be removed from my body. 7. I will never suggest or request that my body be placed in, connected to or attached to any device not ordered by my Mistress. 8. I will never suggest or request that my body be disconnected or removed from any device or apparatus ordered by my Mistress. 9. I will allow my Mistress to place any device or apparatus in any of my body orifices she sees fit. 10. I will never suggest or request that any device or apparatus be placed in any of my body orifices not ordered by my Mistress. 11. I will never suggest or request that any device or apparatus ordered by my Mistress be removed from any of my body orifices 12. I will ingest, allow to be forced into any body orifice or injected any substance my Mistress sees fit. 13. I will allow any substance to removed from any body orifice my Mistress sees fit. 14. I will willingly submit to any medical procedures deemed necessary by my Mistress. 15. I agree that my failure to follow any of the above rules will constitute failure on my part to fulfill my part of the contract and my Mistress may punish me in any way she deems appropriate. After I read and re-read the list several times she asked if I agreed. I asked what types of devices and apparatus she was referring to but she wouldn't tell me. Her only response was that surprise would add to the anticipation and she knew enough about my interest and desire to feel my body confined and restricted to guarantee that my wildest dreams would be fulfilled. I took the pen she held out to me and signed the form as chills ran through me. She took the form and said now it was time for us to get to work. She had to make an appointment with a particular doctor who would give me a full physical and take care of some other special things I would need. Now she had to meet with the contractor to finalize the plans for some alterations to our new home in the mountains. Had I been maneuvered into something she'd been planning all along? I probably had but it sure seemed like the answer to a lifetime of dreams. She was in and out constantly the next few weeks and if she was at home she was on the phone most of the time. She chased me out of the room whenever she was on the phone so I had no idea who she was talking with or about what but it obviously concerned me and my new life. We were also going through the process of getting our possessions ready for the move to the new property. She decided that we would move into our new home as two sisters, one of them severely disabled. I would of course be the disabled one. She sold all of our old furniture and appliances and told me she'd ordered everything new for the new house. She also held a yard sale and sold all of my remaining male clothing and most of the female clothing I had accumulated. She said it soon wouldn't fit me. During this period things continued pretty much as in the past except I was kept locked in my most rigid corsets and braces all the time. I even had to sleep with a corset locked on me. My firmest panty girdles and my cup were underneath them at all times. She removed all of my body hair with hair removal cream, even my eyebrows. She took me to the beauty salon she used and they tattooed lip liner, eye liner and eyebrows on me. They restyled my somewhat longish hair into a more feminine style. Neither of us was particularly happy with my hair but she said it would grow and allow better styling and eventually it wouldn't be important. They pierced my ears and put training studs in them. I was given long artificial fingernails that made it difficult to use my hands as I was used to. I also received my first pedicure. It was already impossible to go back to the way things were before and she said this was just the beginning. The time passed quickly and it was time to see the doctor she had made the appointment with. She told me to dress that morning in only my cup and control briefs, a front zip all-in-one corset, stockings and a shirtwaist dress as I would be in and out of what I was wearing several times. She said not to put on either my leg or back braces. She also told me that I would not use my wheelchair. She added that this would probably be the last opportunity I would have to walk normally. That thrilled me because one of my fondest dreams was to use braces and/or a wheelchair full time. When we arrived and entered the office and she told me to be seated while she checked in with the receptionist. I was now calling her Mistress and not speaking unless given permission so I nodded and found a seat while she went up to the receptionist's window. It seemed like we waited forever but the nurse finally came out and called us in but I couldn't help notice she called Mistress's name, not mine. She led us all the way down a long hall to the very back of the building and unlocked the door at the end and motioned us inside. I later found out that this room was only used for treating the doctor's special patients. Addressing Mistress she said, "Have her strip to the skin and hop up on the table. I'll be back to get her into the stirrups". The room looked like a normal examining room but the table looked far from a normal examining table. I was used to seeing the stirrups on an examining table folded up and out of the way but these were not only up and ready for use they were much more elaborate than any I'd ever seen. They had long shiny steel troughs that the patient's calves would lie in and several heavy padded leather straps that obviously would hold someone's legs firmly in position. There were also numerous more of the same type straps attached to the top of the examining table. Mistress turned to me and said, "Well, get undressed. Everything comes off". I quickly stripped off my clothes and she unlocked the belt around my corset when I got to that point. When I hesitated at my control brief and cup Mistress just said, "Everything!" Once divested of all my clothing, I stepped up on the stool and sat on the end of the examining table. The vinyl covering was cold on my bare buttocks and I sat there shivering, more from nervousness than from the cold. The nurse returned in a few minutes and I wanted so badly to ask her for a gown but Mistress had not given me permission to speak and I didn't think I would be given one anyway. The nurse didn't say a word to me but motioned that I lie down on the table and move up a little so my head was right at the top end of the table. She was a model of efficiency as she lifted my legs into the cold steel stirrups and strapped them tightly into place. She quickly placed the other straps attached to the table around my waist, chest, forehead and two around each arm. I was helpless and more than slightly terrified at she went down and adjusted the stirrups higher and farther apart. I have never felt more exposed and helpless. The only movement I was capable of was the shivering that had become even more violent and cold had nothing to do with it. The nurse turned to Mistress and said, "Dr. Cannon will be with you in a few minutes". She motioned at me and added, "She's going to be a cute one with the proper training. It still amazes me what can be done with them!" My mind was racing and I think that was the first time I actually realized what I had agreed to let Mistress do to me. After what seemed like hours, Dr. Cannon finally came into the room. I wasn't at all surprised at this point that the doctor was a woman and a very formidable appearing woman at that. It was obvious by the way she and Mistress greeted each other that they had met before and it was soon obvious in their conversation that they had discussed me and my future at length. I was trying to listen carefully to their conversation but they were speaking softly and I was only picking up occasional words, words like corset, braces, restraints, chastity belt, milking, Iron Lung and, curare. They'd been completely ignoring me until Mistress looked over and realized I was straining to hear their conversation. She said, "Maybe we had better talk somewhere else where she can't hear us?" The doctor replied, "No need, I can take care of her eavesdropping." She came over to the examining table and I could hear her open one of the drawers and rummage around a little. I heard the drawer close and when she lifted her hands she was holding something made of black leather. At first I thought it was a bag or case of some kind but it had straps with buckles and pads all over it, a row of lacing on one side, steel rings attached in several places and three long tubes running from it. One of the tubes ended in a bulb like that used on a blood pressure cuff. It was about the size of a human head and as she stepped to the top of the examining table the realization hit me that my head was soon going to be inside whatever it was. She unfastened the strap across my forehead and slipped something soft into each of my ears. Before I realized what was happening, she'd lifted my head slightly and slipped the leather hood or helmet over my head. She moved it around a little until there were openings over my eyes and mouth. I could feel something on the inside poking at my nose and she fooled with it a little until I felt two tubes pushed into and up my nostrils. She turned my head to the wall and I could feel her tightening the laces that now ran down the back of my head. It was actually very comfortable, a layer of very soft leather lined the inside and it felt like there was a layer of padding between the soft inner leather and the heavier outside layer. As she tightened the laces from the top down it molded itself tightly to my head and face and finally over my chin and to my neck. I felt her tie off the laces and then she turned my head back so I was staring at the ceiling again. Then I could feel her attaching something to the sides and top of the helmet, probably straps from the table, and when she stepped back a little I was unable to move my head at all. She reached over and pulled something over my eyes and soft pads pressed softly against my eyes as I felt her buckling another strap at this side. I was now blind and deaf and was surprised to feel something touching my lips. Something was pushing against my lips and when I opened my mouth slightly her fingers forced it opened further and something soft and rubbery was pushed into my mouth. It felt like a heavy deflated balloon. It was pushed deeply into my mouth until I felt more padded leather pressing against my lips and her fastening another strap at the side my face alongside my mouth. I explored with my tongue trying to push this invader out but it was obviously strapped firmly in place. I was still exploring it with my tongue and had decided it wasn't so bad when it started to inflate. Now I knew what the ball on the end of the one tube was attached to and what it did. The balloon continued to inflate inside my mouth, pressing my tongue tightly against the floor my mouth and filling my mouth completely and forcing my cheeks tightly against the leather helmet covering my head and face. The tubes inserted in my nostrils allowed me to breathe relatively easily and I was not actually uncomfortable but felt so isolated and vulnerable to whatever Mistress and the doctor decided to do to me, a feeling I would grow to know only too well. I have no idea how long Mistress and the doctor talked before the doctor's attention was finally focused on me. As I lay in my silent darkness, immobile and helpless, my apprehension left me and was replaced by feelings of calm and well being. I'd agreed to let Mistress control my life and it was becoming obvious how seriously she was taking that responsibility. She was going to make dreams I'd nurtured since childhood into reality and all I would have to do was relax and let her do it. I'd almost drifted off to sleep when the feel of a cold stethoscope on my chest brought me back to full consciousness. The stethoscope was soon replaced by rubber gloved fingers exploring and massaging my breasts and nipples. It felt very good and my newly released cock immediately responded to the sensual inputs. The fingers moved down my body and were soon holding and exploring my genitals. I felt my Foley catheter being removed and then I felt a gloved hand holding my testicles as another wrapped around my now rigid cock and squeezed it tightly. She began to pump me and almost instantly an orgasm began building within me. I could really get to like this sort of doctor's examination. I was within seconds of exploding when the hands released me and were replaced by something ice cold. Something ice cold was covering my whole groin. The shock was tremendous as my genitals tried to shrink to nothing and escape the cold. I was trying to recover from the shock when I felt the section of the examining tables supporting my buttocks drop away. From the waist down I was now supported only by my legs strapped firmly into the stirrup assemblies. I felt more than heard the soft hum of an electric motor and the stirrups began moving even higher and further apart pulling my pelvis up and spreading my buttocks apart. The heavy belt around my waist prevented the rest of my body from lifting and I was grateful for the heavy padding as it tightened around my waist. The movement of the stirrups finally ceased but now the whole examining table seemed to be tilting, lowering my head and raising my pelvis. I knew the rectal portion of my exam was coming next and was probably going to be a little more extensive than the prostate exams I had had in the past or even the search for polyps my doctor had undertaken a couple of years earlier. The ice pack, or whatever, was finally removed from my groin and immediately I felt the rubber-gloved fingers exploring my rectum. They had been well lubricated and one thin finger slipped relatively easily inside me. I could feel it exploring the walls of my colon and then pressing and examining my prostate. It was withdrawn and I was just thinking "that wasn't so bad" when it returned with one or two of its neighbors pressing for entry again. My rectum rebelled against this larger intruder and my sphincter muscles clamped tight denying entrance. I tried to relax as the fingers pressed hard trying to force their way in. They disappeared for a few seconds but were replaced by something hard and very cold, obviously made of some sort of metal. The pressure against my rectum was firm and unrelenting until my sphincter finally relaxed and allowed it entrance. Once past the initial barrier it slipped in easily deep inside me but once inside it began to spread apart, stretching me painfully. I don't know what it was but I suspect it was a speculum like they use for women's pelvic exams. It continued to spread apart until it felt like I was being ripped in half. I was trying to scream for her to stop but the gag filling my mouth prevented anything more than unintelligible grunts. It finally seemed to collapse back down to its original size and was quickly withdrawn. My relief was short-lived as something else almost immediately pressed against me and began to slip inside. At least it wasn't cold and seemed to be slightly soft, rigid but with a soft surface. It was large and stretched my sphincter painfully but after a large part of it was inside me it seemed to reduce in diameter and as my tight sphincter slid down the smaller portion it actually pulled it deeper inside me and held it there. It must have been completely inside me because I could feel a larger portion pressing against the outside of my rectum. I should have known better but I had begun to relax a little when I felt it growing inside of me, it was growing in diameter and length both. The smaller portion passing through my sphincter stayed the same size so the larger inside portion effectively locked it within me and as it grew in length it pressed firmly against my prostate. All this activity had defeated the effect of the ice on my cock and it was once more hard and rigid. Now I felt activity there again, something was being slipped over my cock. It was not tight, in fact it barely touched me as I felt it descending the length of my shaft. Something soft was now pressing against my groin around the base of my cock. My balls were being stuffed inside something soft and flexible. I seemed to be inside a tube of some kind, barely touching the hard walls of the tube. I felt a strap being drawn around my hips and two others between my legs and they were fastened together in the back. Whatever this was it was now strapped to me with my cock and balls trapped inside. Now I felt a sucking sensation pulling my cock deeper into the tube surrounding it. The ring around the base of my cock seemed to be getting tighter, definitely tighter, holding it firmly but comfortably. As the suction pulled my cock, I became erect and it soon was its full size and I felt my head being against what I assumed was the end of the tube. It enclosed the sensitive head tissue snuggly. I didn't have long to wait to see what came next, a very gentle tingling was traveling the length of my cock between the head and the ring at the base. It felt like a very mild electric shock. I felt the same sensation in my balls. It was very pleasant and then the same feeling of an electric shock and a gentle vibration started in the plug pressing against my prostate. That was even more pleasant. I'd never felt anything like it and it was marvelous. It wasn't going to take much of this to bring me to orgasm. Not much at all. The strength of all the things being done to me grew as the feelings inside of me grew and as I exploded in a glorious orgasm, the suction in the tube grew very strong sucking the semen from me. All the actions turned off and I lay spent and exhausted. Before my cock could even begin to shrink they all started again at the same low-level they'd been at before. I didn't want to cum again but I wasn't being given any choice. This was my first experience with forced multiple orgasms or what I would come to know as milking. I was milked three more times and it took much longer each succeeding time. I was left totally exhausted and emotionally perplexed. Now I knew what it was like to have someone else physically controlling my most intimate actions and it both terrified and excited me. I was vaguely aware of the apparatus being removed from my cock and the plug in my rectum deflating and being withdrawn from me. When something else pressed against my rectum I was able to immediately relax my sphincter and allow it entry. It was much smaller and I hardly noticed its presence after the previous objects. Something seemed to inflate on either side of my sphincter sealing it securely in place. I had no time to ponder what it was before I felt something flowing into my bowels filling them with warm fluid. The flow seemed to continue forever, first filling me and then causing my abdomen to distend as the volume exceeded my normal capacity. Cramps filled my abdomen as the fluid flowed through me and sought out every tiny area of my bowels. The flow finally stopped but there was nothing I could do to relieve the pressure and weight of the fluid filling me. Whatever the device sealed into my rectum was it not only allowed the introduction of the fluid it prevented its expulsion. I was uncomfortable but it was a somewhat unique and certainly new feeling. I wasn't certain if I hated, liked or was merely neutral about the feeling. Before I could decide, a valve must have been opened because the fluid started flowing out of me again. I'd no control over the flow and it was so fast it felt like it must have been pumped out of me. I was soon empty and felt the device deflate and then withdrawn from me. It was immediately replaced by something that felt about like the vibrating plug that had filled me before. It also seemed to have a narrow spot that caused my sphincter to actually hold it within me and a large flange or something I could feel pressing on the outside of my rectum. It may have been the same one because I soon felt it growing inside me as the other one had done. It didn't get as big but felt very large and secure in me. Fingers again gripped my now flaccid penis and something was being inserted into it. As it was pushed deeper and deeper into me the slight burning verified to me that my Foley was being replaced. I felt my penis being manipulated again and then something slipped over my cock and lay on my groin. It felt heavy and flexible, like it was made of a heavy rubber and was cold against my skin. It didn't just lie there for very long as I felt a wide belt being wrapped around my hips and fastened in back. It was very wide, reaching from my waist down over my hips, and was tight. It got even tighter as straps or laces were drawn tighter in the back. Next I felt fingers pressing my testicles up into the recesses of my body and held there as a portion of the belt was drawn tightly down between my legs. It continued up through the crack between my buttocks over the plug in my rectum and was secured to the rest of the belt in the back. Fingers gripped my penis again and pulled it down between my legs. It was pressed into what felt like a trough made of the same cold rubber and something was wrapped and fastened over the top holding it firmly in place. It was very tightly held in place but obviously in some sort of receptacle designed to hold it as it didn't feel as if it were being crushed. The whole arrangement was very tight and semi-rigid and while I couldn't call it comfortable I did like the feeling. I had the feeling again that it was something I would have to get used to as it would be with me a long time. The examining table returned to the level and the stirrups lowered back to their normal position with my buttocks once again resting on the surface of the table. I drifted off to sleep as the most recent occurrences were repeated over and over in my mind. The straps holding me in the stirrups and to the table being released woke me up. Someone lifted my legs out of the stirrups and helped me into a sitting position on the end of the table. I was so exhausted I could barely sit upright but the same hands helped steady me. The gag in my mouth deflated and I felt the laces of the helmet being loosened. The strap holding the gag was released and it was pulled from my mouth and the pads covering my eyes were also released and removed. It was the nurse helping me and I could see Mistress and the doctor on the other side of the examining room talking and putting things into a medium-sized suitcase. The nurse pulled the helmet from over my head and handed it across the room to Mistress who placed it in the suitcase. The doctor said, "She can get dressed now", without ever turning to look at me. I stepped down off the table and was a little wobbly but started across the room to get my clothes and get dressed. Whatever they had encased my groin in was still there and each step made me more aware of it and of the plug up my ass. I looked down but couldn't see much and then noticed there was a full-length mirror on the back of the door. I stepped in front of the mirror and got the first look at what they had locked onto me. Yes locked, there was a padlock dangling between my legs and when I turned around another padlock held a metal flap over how this thing was fastened in the back. My entire groin from my waist down and between my legs was covered completely in heavy black rubber. It was completely smooth with no sign whatsoever of my penis or testicles. I knew they were there, I could feel them held tightly by the rubber but I couldn't see any indication of them at all. I rubbed my hand over the smooth rubber and couldn't even feel the pressure of my hand pressing against it. Turning around again I could see a black disk covering my rectum and the strap running between my legs went through a slot in the disk before it disappeared under the metal cover the padlock held over the fastenings in the back. The front seemed to be a cover over whatever was holding my testicles up within me and was holding my penis in such a firm embrace. The only thing marring the smooth front surface was the rubber tube coming out a small hole down low and attached to my drainage bag strapped to my right thigh. The sight of the padlock hanging there between my legs where my testicles used to be sent a shudder down my spine. The sound of my Mistress's voice from across the room cut through my musing, "Quit admiring your new chastity belt and get dressed, we still have a lot to do today". I took my clothes down from the hook on the wall and began to get dressed. Mistress interrupted as I held my cup and control briefs wondering what to do with them. "You won't need those, ever again. You are going to be truly chastised from now on!" She and the doctor continued their conversation as I got dressed and I could overhear what they were saying. The doctor seemed to be doing most of 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 is ready. Have fun this afternoon and I'll see you later." I didn't understand everything I heard but it was obvious to me that I wasn't going to be allowed to slip into my new life gradually. Maybe the doctor was right and it would be easier this way. I vowed to myself that I would cooperate completely with Mistress in everything. It didn't appear that I really had much choice anyway and this was what I had dreamed up all my life, what I had dreamed of and much more. By the time I was dressed Mistress was ready to leave. She handed me a valise that apparently held everything that had been used on me and who knows what else It was heavy and the knowledge of what it contained weighed even heavier on my mind. Mistress stuffed a stack of prescription forms and other papers into her purse. She led me out the door, down the hall and into my new life. Every step made me more aware of the plug locked deep in my rectum and of the stiff rubber prison locked around my groin. They were the physical reminders of what had been done to me and that this was only the beginning. Mistress didn't say a word to me until we were getting into the car and then the only thing she said, "The first thing we have to take care of is obviously your appearance. We certainly can't buy clothes to fit THAT shape so we'll take care of that first". I wasn't quite sure what she meant by "THAT shape. I thought I was quite attractive and had a pretty good figure when laced tight in my foundations with my breast forms and all dressed. I didn't have long to wait as it was only a short drive before we pulled up in front of the shop that had always fascinated me with its window displays. The displays and the sign on the front of the building had caused me to stop in front many times and admire the treasures inside. Actually I'd bought several items including my breasts forms there. One of my greatest fantasies had been to step through that front door and be fitted with all the products they 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 what was the happening as Mistress got out of the car and I followed her almost in a daze. We went past the window displays of bras, girdles and corsets of all kinds. The heaviest ones appealed to me most. They were made of heavy canvas or heavy brocade fabrics in all colors with laces and straps everywhere and 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 actually covered the tops of the thighs. Several even covered the breasts with heavy straps running over the shoulders. There were also corsets that looked like the ones I had 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 wanted to just stand and look forever but I realized Mistress had opened the door and was actually going in. She turned and looked at me, her expression telling me to follow. I followed her through the door as if into a dream. Inside the door, the sight of all the displays took my breath away. It was a large room with displays everywhere of all types of women's foundation garments, anything and everything imaginable. My mind spun as I wondered what she planned to get for me. I wanted one of each. I tried to take it all in at once as I numbly followed Mistress across the room to where a woman stood behind a glass display case. The case was filled with artificial breast forms of all types and sizes. The woman greeted Mistress and then glanced over at me. She turned back to Mistress and said, "Finally ready? Are you going all the way now?". Mistress replied, "Yes, it's time now. Do you think you can do anything was her?" The woman laughed and said, "Of course we can. Let me get Rhonda for you". To be continued.