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Wench's Fitting
Love and I woke up early in the hotel room. We had gotten into Baltimorelate the night before. I was nervous, knowing full well why we came here.
Love had me get dressed in my vanilla enough leather outfit – leatherpants and leather jacket go well with Love's motorcycle. We got on, with himin front of course, and he handed me my helmet. I saw that he covered the insideof the face shield with pictures – the center one had me naked exceptfor a blindfold, and tied to the bed. Others were of models in various bondagepositions. With those pictures, I was effectively blindfolded, but passerbywould be none the wiser. Love took scotch tape, and taped my mouth shut, saying “Ifthis tape is broken, either it was an emergency, or you will be punished. DoI make myself clear?”
I nodded yes. I was glad that he managed to merge safe bondage with thistrip. I wrapped my arms around him as the engine roared to life, and was rewardedby having my fingers taped together. I'm sure I could easily break it if wecrashed or anything – I would be bound more by will than by bonds, withthe tape being used as evidence.
We rode off, with him warning me ahead of time which way to lean for theturns. I had no idea where we were – I'd never been to Baltimore before,even if I could see! It was wonderfully ironic to be bound in plain sight,nobody even noticing. After what could have been 10 minutes, could have beenan hour, we arrived.
We walked into a building, and after greeting “Andy”, Love ledme through a door. He said “Take off all of your clothes, and wear whatis on the bench. Come out when you are done.” He then shut the door.
I took off the helmet, and saw I was in a small barren room. On a smallbench, there was only a padded leather blindfold. Nervous as I was, I stripped,and blindfolded myself. I was glad that it fit well at the bottom of my nose – Idon't like being able to peek. I cinched it up until I could see absolutelynothing, then I stepped out.
Someone, I assume it was “Andy”, called out away from me “Ijust need to check some personal fitting issues. Be back in a minute.” Tome, he said “Come with me.” He led me a distance, perhaps intoanother room, and then said in a serious, yet caring voice “I tell thisto everyone, so don't be alarmed. Your master can't hear you, so answer honestly.Do you want to be fitted for a chastity belt? It might not be a toy, and hemay lock you in for long periods of time, maybe permanently. If you say no,I will come up with an excuse to cover for you. Do you want to continue andbe fitted?
I nodded. “Yes, master.”
He chuckled. “Good. I love locking up sluts!” He led me backto Love.
Someone buckled some fur-lined manacles over my wrists, and in short order,my arms were hauled toward the ceiling. Another set of fur-lined manacles werebuckled around my ankles.
Love commanded “Wench, spread your legs as wide as you can. If there'sno stretch, I'll stretch them for you.”
I muttered “Yes, my love”, and quickly complied. I didn't needto be told that he would spread my legs far more than what is comfortable.For that, I was rewarded by having my legs were locked apart by a spreaderbar.
Andy proceeded to take all sorts of measurements – waist, front ofwaist to back waist through the crotch (Andy enjoyed that one), hips, goodheight for waist band, front of waist to back waist through the crotch (again!),distance between thighs, a few others I couldn't identify, and front of waistto back waist through the crotch (one more time for good measure, sliding thecloth tape back and forth a few times).
Andy asked what “So, slut, what size boobs do you got?”
I thought was a random crude question meant to humiliate me. “Size40 C or D, depending on the bra manufacturer, Master.”
Andy then started taking measurements like boobs to shoulders. He laughed. “That'sright – Your master cares enough not only to lock up your hole, but yourboobs too!”
I was a bit confused, but sure wasn't about to ask any questions. Love getsa lot more enjoyment from touching my boobs than I do. Why would he lock themaway, but have the key to access them? What was the point?
A small padded bar was put in front of my waist, and my arms were loweredfrom the ceiling, only to be pulled forward, forcing me to bend over the bar.My arms were tied off, and a padded contraption was put under me to supportthe weight of my head; my best guess is that it was something that masseusesuse. Apparently I was to be here a while.
Andy's hands roamed freely around my dangling boobs, caressing, feeling,twirling, and tweaking. “She really does have a nice pair, doesn't she?”
“Yes, I'm going to enjoy seeing them locked up in stainless steel” Loveanswered. The caressing continued for a while. There was nothing that I coulddo about it; my hands were tied over my head, my legs were spread far and wide.I was truly exposed to whatever Andy or Love wanted. Suddenly my boobs beingimmersed something cold and kind of liquid!
“Yikes!” I exclaimed, more from the surprise than the cold itself.
Andy said “Don't worry. This foam will set in a few minutes. The coldwill keep your boobs nice and perky, so that I can get exact measurements offof the mold.”
Oh dear. I guess there was something that I needed to explain to them verytactfully. “Um...Love?”
“Yes Wench?”
“Um...not to sound ungrateful for the gift you are giving me, butthere's something that I think I need to explain about my breasts and gravity.When I stand up, my breasts are shaped differently than this – they'rekind of wider, don't stick out as far...droopier...”
Andy laughed again. “I think she's just getting it now!” WhileI like a man who enjoys his work, I think he enjoys his a bit TOO much.
It was then that I realized that I didn't need to explain boobs and gravityto them, it was they who were explaining having enormous stainless steel boobsand humiliation to ME!
Still chuckling, Andy prepared for the next “segment”. He lockeda thumb cuff around my big toes. I saw that each had a thin chain trailingoff of it. He started to pull the two together. I pivoted my feet inward asmuch as possible, but my ankles were still spread to the far corners of theearth! When Andy had my feet turned in as much as possible, he linked the twochains together to prevent separation.
Bent over like I was, with my legs spread, I felt like I was forced to givethe world the largest mooning that I possibly could; my butt was so exposed.Not to be disappointed, I felt something short and thin probe around my butt,than enter for an inch or two. Behind the blindfold, my eyes went wide as thenozzle he put in shot more foam up my ass! He went on and on giving me a foamenema, all the while sounding like a whipped cream container. It seemed likethe foam was expanding even after it got in!
Master said “Better keep still Wench. If the mold is distorted, youwouldn't want us guessing a bit on the high side...” Needless to say,I kept very still as the pressure built up. Andy finally stopped , yet thepressure built up more. I felt like if I didn't go to the bathroom awfullyquick, I was going to burst! I tried not to do the pee-pee dance, and it stoppedgrowing. I could feel it slowly hardening inside of me. I stood motionlessin my enforced darkness.
As they waited for the foam to set, Andy asked Love “So, at first,you were going for the base model, now you're going for quite a nice selectionof extras. What made you change your mind?”
“Well, money was a concern.”
“Was?”
“Well, I found a guy with a web site willing to buy all the picturesthat I've been taking.”
My mind exploded. Pictures? He's been taking pictures of me like this? They'regoing on the net to anyone who pays this web guy a few bucks? Just how muchhave I been showing? And to who?
I must have shown a reaction, as Andy laughed, asking Love “She didn'tknow, did she?” He then bowed down to address me closely “So, slut,how does it feel to have your wonton exhibitionism subsidizing your bondage?Knowing that strangers buying pictures of your bound flesh is what allows himto torment you all the more?
I could offer only a whimper in reply.
It was Love's turn to torment me. “So Wench, how's your butt feeling?Nice and pleasant?”
“The foam is huge my Love! Please don't make anything that big!”
“Well, the normal wear one will be considerably smaller. It's thepunishment plug that you need to fear.”
I sure didn't like the sound of that. *gulp* “Punishment plug?”
“Yeah. Its for when you misbehave – after the outer coating,curing, and so forth, it should be a bit bigger than the original mold.
I didn't think that I could take it! “Please don't my Love!”
For that, I felt an empty plastic bag shoved in my mouth, followed by thefoam nozzle. Andy told me “Bite down on the nozzle.” I knew I lost,and quickly complied. After 3 seconds of foaming, my mouth was also filled.
I waited in my darkness as they talked about me like I was a piece of meat.I could offer no resistance. I'm sure they waited longer than was really necessaryfor the foam to set – they were enjoying my predicament.
I have no idea how long I stood there as my legs ached from the positionand the foam filling my butt. I felt one of them slowly lowering the foam aroundmy boobs as the other one pulled and tugged them out of the mold until theywere free.
At their command, I opened my mouth to let them remove the gag. Fingerspoked and prodded around my butt. I screamed like a wounded banshee as thewidest part of the plug came slurping out of my butt. That hurt like hell!And they are going to make a plug larger than that? They're not kidding whenthey called it “punishment”!
As I was led back into the changing closet, still no wiser as to where Iwas, Andy called out “The stuff should be ready by noon tomorrow. Seeyou then?”
Love replied “Yep. We wouldn't miss it for the world.”
I stumbled off, knowing I had no choice.
End of Part 1
Disclaimer – this is a work of fiction. Any similarities to personsliving or dead are coincidence. No animals were hurt in the writing of thisstory. If you try the actions described herein, you're weirder than I am.
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