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Claire’s dreams must have been very vivid that night, because I woke up
to her softly moaning in her sleep, her hands pawing at her locked shut
sex intermittently under the covers. We had arrived back at the hotel
quite late from our adventure, my new fianc?© and I, and had gone right to
bed, exhausted but fulfilled. I softly petted her breasts through the
covers whenever she stirred. I was sleeping lightly myself. I was
conflicted about Claire’s chastity fantasy, and what it meant for us
going forward. For me. I loved every second of eating her moist flower. I
loved plowing her firm wet folds with my urgent need as she caressed my
new breasts. I loved hearing the happy gasps from her as she reached
climax. But I loved making her deepest dreams come true even more, and
this had been a deep fantasy for her from the beginning. I hoped I could
convince her to let me unlock her not too infrequently. I idly fingered
the key around my neck. I wondered what I would if she asked me to take
things further, knowing deep in my heart that if she wanted a truly
permanent chastisement, I could make that happen with my milling and
modeling skills, but I still didn't understand her fetish at that point.
My dreams were troubled as hers were erotic.
The next morning, I awoke to a very pleasant sensation as Claire put her
wonderful lips to work on my morning wood. I half yawned and moaned with
pleasure as I stretched to greet the morning. I idly rubbed her hair as
she continued to work her magic, her smooth lips working up and down my
shaft, her tongue stud playing delightful games with the underside of my
head. I soon found myself cumming a great deal, which she promptly ate
with abandon. After she finished, we made out like a pair of newly
engaged lovers. I tried returning the gesture, licking the outside edges
of her trapped flower. She moaned with pleasure, squirming for more, but
soon had me switch to her nipples as my tongue was unable to get far
enough in to do more than tease her. I worked at that for quite some time
with relish, before she brought my hands up to her heart, and kissed me
some more. "That was wonderful Elizabeth, thank you" she said, with a
smile. I frowned just a little but quickly recovered. "Of course, my
love, but don't you want to cum? I have the key right here". I asked. She
shivered a bit, and smiled. She finally answered after a while "It's hard
to explain. I love cumming, I love letting you bring me to earth
shattering orgasm after orgasm and I love you for that. But there is just
something deep within me that wants more. To stay horny and unfulfilled,
my lust growing week by week knowing that the sweet release of orgasm is
inches from my fingers, yet impossible to achieve. The sexiest state of
being I can think of is to be someone driven by that lust channeled into
a need to please others, with no concern for my own release. I shiver
with a secret thrill every time I think of it, and since you first had my
labia pierced, those thoughts have only grown daily." She shivered now.
"I... I know this is going to be different at first, and I know we will
let me out from time to time, especially at the beginning, but I hope
someday you can help me take things even further." Claire shuddered with
pleasure at the daydreams in her head. I hesitated, then nodded at her,
kissing her deeply. "I'll try" I promised, still uncertain. I told her of
my fears for the future, and all the things I would miss if we locked her
pussy away. She shivered again. "I know. I know what this means for you
too, and it makes me wild with passion when I think of everything you
have already done, things you might do in the future for me, but I am sad
that my conflicting fantasies might take away from your own happiness."
She sighed. I stopped her with a single manicured finger on her lips,
then kissed her thoroughly again. "Your happiness IS my happiness,
Claire. We'll find a way forward, I promise you!" She smiled once more,
and we sat cuddled through the day, playing and exploring one another.
Throughout the day Claire periodically admired her ring, and started to
pump me for information for what I would want my own ring to look like.
Truth be told, I had never considered the question all that much. I
thought for a minute, and told her I would like a simple band with a
traditional diamond and a small emerald to match the larger one in her
own ring, also set in platinum. I also mentioned that we would need to
figure out a way for me to wear it off my hands when I was working with
machine tools for safety, possibly on a chain around my neck. She saw no
concern with that. We talked of other wedding details, when eventually
the topic turned to where she wanted to get married at. It turns out that
there was a small park in Claire's home town that she had always had in
mind, and that way her family wouldn't need to travel all that far. We
figured we would sort the details out later. I was kind of wondering how
meeting her parents and siblings was going to go.
Eventually, day became evening again as we lazed in bed. We packed
everything up except for what we would need for the parties and traveling
in the morning up, ready for our early departure. Claire and I both
donned matching little black party dresses, with deep plunging necklines
and V backs. I donned my corset underneath, and Claire insisted on
wearing the matching collar again, though this time without the chain.
Our party makeup, though exotic by normal standards was actually a bit
toned down from what we wore on the expo floor, with large smokey eyes
and deep plum lips on us both. Aside from our height difference and hair
color, we could have been twins. We set out to the party.
The first party was exciting, but not too eventful overall. We saw all
sorts of people there, including Patricia and Annelie, wo waved at us
excitedly from where they were talking to a group of suited figures, I
figured must have been industry producer types. We waved back and
indicated we would catch up to them when they were done. We saw lots of
who we would later learn were famous french mainstream actors and
actresses, music artists, and other famous types. We even caught a
glimpse of a couple of famous American actors. A couple of producer types
did talk with Claire and I as we mingled, and we ended up with a couple
of business cards if we ever decided to get in the porn business. Claire
and I were flattered, but we privately figured that probably wasn't the
career for us. Patricia and Annelie eventually made their way over to us,
and they both squealed with joy upon seeing Claire's ring. They even
called for a toast, which was a bit surreal as hundreds of adult film
movers and shakers raised a glass to our engagement.
The Afterparty was much more interesting, and answered the question of
how many people it takes to be involved in an Orgy. Claire and I both
were a little tipsy by then, and I remember we had a great time with lots
of wonderful people, but the details of it all are a little hazy. I do
remember that we invited Patricia and Annelie to the wedding whenever we
figured out when it was going to be, and said our goodbyes to them both
in every way imaginable. I do remember getting fucked in my rear a truly
staggering number of times. I remember Claire servicing several cocks at
a time as I drove a dildo in and out of her ass while people clapped, but
the rest of it, no idea. We eventually made it back to our rooms, and
departed the next morning with a bit of a hangover, heading home for
Granite Bend once more.
The trip was largely uneventful, and a reverse from our trip out with a
couple of exceptions. As we neared airport security, I realized with a
panic that neither myself nor Claire had swapped in our plastic hardware,
just as the machine beeped. We both were sent to the backscatter machine,
and eventually to a brief detour to the security room where a gloved lady
examined us both. They noted our traveler file as being people with
implanted abdominal metal medical hardware with a wink, and sent us on
our way. Huh. so, I guess the whole can't travel with metal bits below
thing wasn't an issue anymore. We were largely too tired from our
wonderful trip to do much more than catch up on sleep on the flight home,
so we didn't enter the two-time mile high club that trip. We soon found
ourself back home.
Cheryl met us at the airport, and was very appreciative of the coffee mug
filled with French chocolates and case of wine we had shipped back for
her as a thank you for giving us both a ride. Her and Claire continued
discussing the future of the Coffee world, and it as I begin to form my
own mental plans. Cheryl ended up as a minor part owner in a new Cafe
location, and was very thrilled about the prospects.
Claire and I moved in together officially, in what now became "our"
house. I did have a couple of improvements made, a nice in ground pool
with a sun deck, and a long greenhouse with an attached coffee grinding
hut soon occupied a couple of spare acres I was able to purchase
immediately adjacent to the house. I also made one more purchase, a new
smaller building near the house, but far enough away that machine noises
wouldn't annoy anyone. I soon had a steady stream of deliveries arriving
with state-of-the-art milling and lathe machines, printers, laser
scanners, and strangely enough, a couple of hospital beds complete with
gynalogical exam leg rests. It took a few months, while wedding plans and
whatnot progressed, but finally I was ready to give Claire the tour of
the new space. The new building was small, deliberately nondescript with
just a single black interlocking ring design logo and a number on the
side. Inside was a state-of-the-art small machining center. Claire was
impressed, then puzzled as she noticed the hospital beds off to the side
in another room, laser scanners mounted to the side. I invited her to
take a closer look, and had her hop up on the bed. "Clothes off!" I
suggested. As she sat there, she noticed that I had the key to her
chastity off from around my neck. We had opened her up a few times,
leaving her clit cover in place since we got back, but it had been a
couple weeks since the last time at this point. I quickly opened her
labia bars and the clit cover, and set them aside into a small tray, but
made no move to go exploring, though it nearly killed me to reign in my
passion. Instead, in my most clinical lecture voice, I explained the
process of the laser scanner. I dusted her labia area with talcum powder
to give the laser a nice uniform color surface to scan, and then scanned
her moist and warm pussy top to bottom and front to back. Claire marveled
at the 3d image that soon formed on the display, rich in detail. I took a
second tool of my own devising, and inserted a lukewarm measurement probe
into her vagina, getting measurements for width, depth and scanning the
inside contours. It was a clinical insertion, and I had to resist the
urge to gently brush against her clit as I worked. I was getting fairly
turned on myself, but I carried on.
Finally, I was all done. I handed her a moist towel to wipe away the
talcum powder, then told her she could put her chastity gear back in if
she wanted. Claire raised a perfect arched eyebrow as she noticed I was
trembling slightly like a leaf, but started placing things back. She
asked me to help her insert some of the parts, and I must confess I did
slip a finger or two inside as the pieces of the puzzle went back in
place. Claire shivered with a smile. Soon, she asked what the point of
that whole exercise, this whole place was for. I answered. "Well, Claire,
you gave me the idea actually. When we were in Paris, and we picked up
those chastity devices for your collection, I noticed 3 important things.
1. They were all poorly made and ill-fitting by my standards, 2. They
were horrendously expensive, and 3. every single one of them was sold out
by the end of the show." Claire considered that. I continued "and so, I
figured we could do better. Custom fitted chastity devices, made on site
and installed in a secure, safe environment." her eyes got wider. I
grinned. "that’s right, we open for business next weekend. I already have
clients booked out for 2 months and I may end up having to buy the local
bed and breakfast just to keep up." I paused for dramatic effect. "And,
I'll need my creative design consultant." I stuck out my manicured hand
"Welcome to ECCC incorporated, partner!" Claire shook my hand, then drew
me in for a big hug, her breasts pushing in against my own. I whispered
in her ear "Besides, now that you are scanned into the system, I can make
you anything your heart desires". Claire shivered just a bit. I could
feel her pulse race through our embrace.
Business was good. The Cafe was now in 3 locations and out performing
Starbucks. My own clients were thrilled with the work, and I soon had a
steady stream of willing male, female and everything in between customers
from all walks of life figuratively beating down my door to make it so
they couldn't beat off. Couples from the business world looking to lock
up one or more of their partners. Kinksters like Claire and myself.
Sissies, gay men, lesbians, all looking to increase their submissiveness.
I saw my first castrated femboy in person that way, which gave Claire and
myself quite a thrill. I marvled at his smooth tiny shaft bereft of any
remnant of a scrotum or balls. He claimed to be quite happy with the
results, as was his mistress. Claire was the creative brains, working
with my clients to figure out what styles and features they might desire.
We soon had an entire wall of prototypes for people to look at. Mary, our
piercer did a brisk business from the clients we sent her way. We locked
hundreds of genitals of all types away. My only rules were that I
wouldn't make a permanent device, and I would only fit those here of
their own accord who wanted to enjoy that lifestyle. Along the way, I
often asked my clients what drew them to the life, and the female clients
in particular how they dealt with the frustration. I slowly gained more
insight into what drove Claire, and more of an appreciation. Occasionally
though, I noticed Claire drawing idly in a sketch book, designs that I
knew weren't for any client of mine. I shivered a bit.
We decided to do a bit of work on ourselves. For my new business, and
Claire’s Cafe, a bit exotic wasn't a problem, so we headed back into the
Tattoo shop the Inka Empire for several long sessions with Nell. Claire
sat nervous with anticipation as Nell shaved all of the hair off the
right plane of her head above the ear. She was soon sporting an intricate
blackwork tattoo of mixed sci-fi themes, flowing down onto her neck and
back. Nell emulated the intricate forehead dot work Claire had painted on
in Paris, and soon Claire was sporting some subtle swirls and dots in
strategic places on her face, along with a chin decoration. It could all
be covered with makeup easily if conditions demanded. I thought she
looked much hotter than before. Claire then surprised me, and lifted her
top and asked Nell to tattoo a pair of Mandela flower designs on her
Aureole and nipples. Even with numbing cream it looked like it really,
really hurt, but she was pleased with the results.
After that, it was my turn in the chair. I felt the clippers on the side
of my head as well. I opted for a geometric pattern, flowing down to my
neck and shoulders. A cleavage pattern, tramp stamp, and similar
intricate gothic facial dots and whorls to Claire’s soon followed. I
decided to get a matching Mandela pattern to Claire’s nipples around my
belly button, but I opted for a pair of deep black heart shapes in place
of my own natural nipple color on my own aureoles. That bit hurt like
hell, but Claire really liked the effect. I also had her tattoo little
black triangles along the outer edge of both ears. Finally, I asked for
one more tattoo, down below. I had Nell tattoo a dashed line with a
little scissors and the words "Cut here" around my laser smooth scrotum.
Claire flushed and squirmed as she watched. Nell was breathing a little
heavy while tattooing that as well, and quickly headed to the back room
after we paid. I barely made it into the car before Claire tore off my
pants and blew my mind right there in the parking lot with an amazing
blowjob. Claire looked in my eyes, and whispered "you are the hottest
dream I have ever had made flesh". Thank you Tinted windows. Somehow, we
made it home without wrecking. After healing up for a few days, we made
the rounds. Most people thought our new appearances were very exotic,
though a few people didn't approve. We didn't lose any business over it
though. Cheryl in particular thought they looked neat, her own recent
cheek studs glinting in the soft coffee house lighting.
Things continued on. Business was booming, and we started to plan our
wedding and honeymoon. Claire and I had a serious heart to heart talk
about the future of our genitals. Neither of us wanted Children, and if
we changed our minds we would look to adopt. I asked Claire how she would
like to see me lose my testicals. She immediately flushed. I whispered in
her ears "would you want to inject them, to render them inert? maybe use
a clamping device? or would you slice them off, one by one, never to be
reattached?" I licked her ear seductively. Claire shivered. "yes" she
said. I was really turned on by talk of my future fate as well. We idly
looked at pictures of castrations, even some videos of results. I toyed
with her nipples while we watched, while she squeezed my balls
intermittently. I whispered in her ear that I was planning to book a
honeymoon for us in Sweden, right across from Estonia. Claire clenched
her locked pussy, as she remembered the theme operating room we had a
business card from Paris. She kissed me deeply. Looking at pictures was
forgotten for a while. Claire was becoming insatiable, our lovemaking had
increased in frequency to the point it was getting difficult to keep up,
despite her relative lack of orgasms.
A delightful while later, Claire got up, and went to retrieve the
notebook she had been doodling in for weeks now. She handed it to me
without comment. I flipped through it, and released a sigh. I looked at
her, her eyes shining and bright. I looked back down at the book. Inside,
was a fairly clever design for a much more restrictive chastity device.
For her. There were notes and iterations, but the final design was
elegant in its brutal effectiveness. A deep permanent vaginal insert of
some sort would be anchored to a plate that slipped under her pierced
labia, a circular piece of metal poking up and surrounding the area
outside her clit. A small round thimble shaped clit cover would fit into
this hole, and then a hinged top cover plate would fold down, grabbing
and securing the labia in place over 12 sizable pins with what was
indicated to be break away screws, the entire assembly contoured to fit
her curves. There was no keyhole. I looked at Claire. She looked at me.
Finally, I spoke "You know, if we put this in you that’s it. There's no
easy way out of that which won't destroy your pussy anyways. You would be
sexless. Forever." I emphasized the last word. Claire shuddered. She
gulped. "Yes, I understand. And this is what I want." I looked again. I
sighed again. I shrugged. "Ok, but I have some terms. We wait until after
the wedding, and you wear a prototype full time for at least a couple
months first. And if we can find a way to give you an orgasm with this in
place, we do so at least once a year to keep you healthy. You'll also
have to figure out how to get your periods switched off, possibly a
hysterectomy." I finished in my most serious "this is a terrible idea"
tone. She shivered, but nodded and hugged me tight, her hand wrapped
around my scrotum under my skirt, her fingernails tracing the line she
knew was there. I shivered a bit as well.
I started going over the design for Claire in my mind, and I knew she was
going to need some additional piercings to make her idea work. So, we
headed to Mary's shop. Mary had upgraded the front and interior,
apparently business was good. As we stepped inside, she noticed our new
appearances, and gave us a thumbs up. "Lookin good you two!" she said
through lips completely surrounded with rings. As we were getting Claire
sat down in the piercing chair, her assistant returned from the back.
Mary looked at me with a raised pierced brow as I noticed that Steven,
now probably a Stephanie walked into view. She was wearing a short-
cropped mesh top that showed two tiny pierced male nipples, above a short
skirt over black pantyhose and high heels. Her hair was dyed pink like
Mary's and an array of new piercings adorned her face. Her juicy red lips
and smokey black eyes lit up with a smile as she saw us both. Mary
continued "You're a bad influence on this one you are. She keeps going on
about trying to see if I would ask you if she could suck you off." Claire
smiled and turned to Stephanie. "Well, to start with, you have to ask
nicely!" Mary's eyes widened, so did Stephanie’s. They looked at me, I
smiled and shrugged. Mary got up and slid the curtains closed and locked
the front door. "Well, go on then" said Mary. Stephanie got down on both
knees, looked up into my eyes and said "Please miss Elizabeth, may I suck
your gorgeous cock?" She licked her lips. I looked at Claire, who nodded.
I replied "Abso-fuking-loutly".
Stephanie was inexperienced, and compared to a master of the art like
Claire, it showed. but she was Eager and enthusiastic. Claire called out
pointers as she worked. I saw Claire also drop to her knees and move
towards Mary's crotch with a smile. Mary nodded, and Claire went to work
as well. It didn't take long for the shop to be filled with moans and
happy panting noises as we reached climax. Claire was taking her time
when Stephanie and I finished. I kissed Stephanie, and tasted my own
seed. She smiled. I asked if she wanted me to return the favor as well,
and she did. I brought her to a quick finish with my mouth and tongue
stud, toying with the small plug I found in her ass. She was a bit of a
screamer. I finished up just about when Claire and Mary were through.
Mary reached for Claire, but Claire just shook her head. Mary was
puzzled, until I mentioned "Clare is taking her chastity very seriously
these days. That’s one of the reasons why we are here". We cleaned
ourselves up, and Claire sat back in the piercing chair. Mary and
Stephanie’s eyes got huge when they saw the array of pins and clit cover
on Claire. Stephanie in particular was entranced, and I suspected we
would be seeing her out at my shop soon enough. I slipped her a business
card. I walked over by the chair, and pulled out a thin metal template
plate, which I placed on Claire's crotch surrounding her clit. I pointed
at three locations around that ring where I needed Mary to insert the
largest, deepest surface piercing anchors she had available. Claire also
asked for Dimple piercings, like my own. A few minutes later, she was
done, and I sat down in the chair as well. Claire raised her eyebrows in
surprise. I asked Mary to change my PA piercing into a straight through
my cock piercing with something called an apadravya or something like
that. One brutally large needle straight through my penis later, I was
sporting a large D shaped ring.
We paid, and said our goodbyes, then headed back home. Claire looked at
me puzzled. "Why did you pierce your penis again? You know how long that
takes to heal!" she asked. I nodded. "it's part of a side project of
mine. You'll see soon enough my dear. I kissed her. God, I love looking
into her eyes. We settled in to start healing our respective new self-
inflicted wounds. I tossed a small package to Claire as she sat on the
couch. "You'll need to start using these. We both need to get up to at
least the 6mm size". I said as I tapped her sketchbook. She looked down
at the package of urethral sounds I had tossed her. I don't know if she
caught the "both of us" part right then. It was a tipping point towards
the end of this crazy journey of change we were on. Soon I would be
meeting her family, we would be getting married, and then on our
honeymoon we would both undergo our ultimate transformations. I was
scared and excited for the future. My cock tried to rise. I winced in
pain. Claire laughed, then also winced. We settled into the couch resting
against one another, and awaited a new day, lost in each other’s arms.
To be concluded
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