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I leaned back in my lavish office chair. There, on my computer screens
was one of the most complicated, intricate and fluid shapes I have ever
attempted to draw. It had taken me months to get right, and a few times I
thought I was up against an impossible to solve design, but it was
finally finished. Unlike most of my projects, I had been nearly
constantly hard and wet during the entire process. I wasn't sure what
that said about me. The 3d model of the most perfect pussy ever that my
design was intended to fit in the background probably had something to do
with it though. But at last, the design was finished. This was it, the
ultimate realization of Claire's vision for her future. Her Chastity.
Her Final Chastity.
I sighed. The thought filled me with both a little sadness, and a fair
amount of lust. The idea had slowly wormed its way into my pretty little
head, and I couldn't argue with how excited and happy Claire was whenever
she saw any progress on the design work. I rendered a final set of
toolpaths for the production machines, the incredibly expensive metal
part 3d printer usually reserved for aerospace needs whirring happily to
life as the waterjet machine sliced other components out of super fine,
ridiculously difficult to cut space age alloys. Still more machines
worked on the parts I had finished earlier in the design, engraving
intricate patterns and buffing the components to a flawless mirror gloss.
I noticed with some satisfaction that the other side project I was
working on was also nearing completion. I shivered a bit at the
implications of what that might mean for myself in the near future. With
all this shivering I was beginning to worry I was going to catch a cold.
I sent Claire a text to meet me out at my "lair" as she liked to call it.
I received a kissy emoji and a barrage of exclamation points in reply.
What, no lizards? I walked over to the automatic coffee machine that
Claire had finally grudgingly admitted to be "Acceptable" and programmed
a pair of mugs filled with Claire's latest roast bean concoction to brew.
I still liked my Cocoa, but a girl has to watch her figure when se has a
wedding dress to fit into soon. I smiled at the thought. I never pictured
myself being the one in said dress, or even two dresses in the picture
when I had imagined getting married as a little boy back in my youth. I
stretched a bit, and the relatively new tattoo work on my arms caught my
eye once more. It always seemed a bit funny to me that the new tattoos
were still more of a shock when i glanced at my arms than my flawless
manicured nails ever had been. Claire and I were both nearing full
coverage of our arms, legs and lower back, all the bits that would be
most visible in our matching dresses just a few short months from now. I
was still trying to convince Claire that I needed to wear a top hat
instead of a veil though, but I suspected that was a lost cause. I set
the now finished coffee on my desk and pulled up another chair for
Claire.
Seconds later, my love practically leapt through the door, greeting me
with a long lingering kiss and a fierce hug. Claire was certainly in a
good mood today, not that she was ever really in a bad mood now that I
thought of it. Claire finally broke the embrace, and looked at the
screen. "OH! is it finished? Is that it? How soon can you make it!"
Claire said, barraging me with half a dozen more rapid-fire questions. I
laughed, and then gave her my best new project for a client style
presentation, noting all the features. I had turned off some of the
engraving layers from view before she arrived, since I wanted those to be
a surprise. I took Claire on a tour of the machines, then sat her back
down at my desk. I stared at her happy green eyes, then shook myself out
of my reverie and spoke. "I think you are just about where you need to be
with the urethral sounds". You'll need to be able to fit this bit right
here, which will prevent any possibility of a urinary tract infection." I
pointed at the antimicrobial material. "Since I can't talk you out of
this, you most definitely do NOT want a urinary tract infection now. And
since you were able to get Doctor Mirthwate to do your hysterectomy
already and have all healed up from that now, I think you are ready for
that trial period we talked about." Claire nodded solemnly, trembling
with suppressed excitement. Claire had agreed to a 2-month trial period,
which was going to be just about long enough for us to finish up wedding
preparations, get hitched, and head over to a certain clinic where I had
a certain procedure booked that would certainly help me lose a bit of
weight. Probably about a quarter of a pound I guessed. It was my turn to
tremble a bit. I shook it off, then went on with my explanation. "So, in
about a day or two, we will be ready to try test fitting the prototype.
It will be removable, and if there are any issues, we will have to take
it off to adjust things, but otherwise you should get ready to say
goodbye to the little bit of pussy skin you can touch right now for a
while." Claire trembled again a bit, her lovely hand instinctively
seeking her lap and feeling the hard metal inside her skirt already. I
drew in a deep breath, I had convinced myself this next part was
necessary for me to get a better understanding of what Claire wanted to
feel from her chastity, but I still was also half convinced I was insane
for what I was about to suggest. I went on. "And, during those 2 months,
I'm going to be locked up in this with you so I can see what it's like."
The unspoken "While I still can" hung unsaid. I handed Claire a smooth
missile-shaped tube with several holes through it and a very large 6mm
diameter ring running through it. Claire gasped, looking at the intricate
male style chastity device I had placed in her hand. Buffed to a mirror
shine, with a single locking pin similar to the ones she currently wore
in her labia running from top to bottom, and through a hole bored in the
large metal ring. A secondary cover filled with vibration isolating
sorbathene foam would slide over the main body, rending vibrators much
less effective, similar to the cover that would comprise the top and clit
cover of Claire's own prototype prison. Claire kissed me deeply again,
and dropped to her knees right there in the office and started to deep
throat my still rock-hard cock. It had started to shrink these days from
the hormones, but still worked quite well with a bit of encouragement.
Claire found the larger D ring in the head currently to be a nice
addition, she really seemed to enjoy playing with it as she licked and
teased the tip. As she had planned, I came in her mouth as she ran a
manicured pinky in and out of my reroute hole, which thanks to the sound
play we had been working on steadily, was now quite a bit bigger than
before. A few minutes later after she finished, and after declining my
offer to do something particularly nice for herself until later, Claire
sat down once more and finished her coffee. It was a particularly good
blend this time, and I told her so. She smiled again. She almost spit her
coffee through her nose though when I told her the next piece of my crazy
plan to chastise myself as I continued. "aannd, while you were having
your work done with the Doctor, I had a bit of temporary work done as
well to numb my prostate. It should last about the next 2 months give or
take. So, surprise! we're going to be almost the same down there in the
rear passages for a while!"
Claire looked at me, a strange mix of happiness, raw desire, and worry
ran across her face. I quickly reassured her. "Don't worry, it's
temporary my love. and I want to experience what you are going to go
through for years and years at a time. 2 months is nothing compared to
that." Claire grabbed my hand and kissed it, looking deep into my eyes, a
happy tear welling in the corner of her eyes as she practically whispered
"I love you"
2 days later, the prototypes were ready. I brought them with me into our
shared bedroom, where we planned to do an epic amount of traditional
fucking before we locked ourselves away for months. We unlocked Claire
for the first time in a few weeks, and I secured her hands and legs to
the corners of the large king bed with soft silk ropes. I took the time
to worship every inch of her body with my tongue and lips, paying special
attention to her own lips, protruding patterned nipples, and finally her
inviting, perfect pussy. I took my time, working slowly and lovingly,
trying to memorize every fold and contour, as I lapped slowly and firmly
at her labia and clit, newly freed from its confining shield. After more
than a few minutes of this, Claire erupted with a screaming, squirting
orgasm. I was able to keep her going for what had to have been some sort
of record, her pent-up sexual energy releasing like a popped safety valve
from a pressure cooker. I let her recover a while, feeding her iced fruit
juices and fresh strawberries, as I idly licked her nipples and kissed
her in between bites. Apatite sated and refreshed; I maneuvered my
throbbing member to dock with her trembling pussy. I made love to her,
like it would be my last chance for months. Long strokes, my larger
piercings teasing the inside of her vaginal walls and tripping in and out
past her clit as I pulled in and out. I rocked my hips, doing my best to
try and incorporate every movement to give Claire every possible ounce of
pleasure. We locked eyes, and I bent down to kiss her deeply as we both
shuddered with release, my own seed coating the back of my scrotum and
her thighs. We went on to repeat that more than a few times until she
felt she was ready, and we came together as one, face to face, for the
last time for the next months.
I stayed like that, deep inside her as I hugged her close for a long
time. Finally, I felt myself soften. "It's time." Claire whispered
quietly in my ear. I nodded.
I retrieved the tray of intricate pieces that comprised her chastity. She
shivered as she saw them complete for the first time. I slowly wiped her
down with antiseptic wipes, and began. The first piece was a large solid
Dildo like object. It was made of a long solid phallus shape mapped to
the internal contours of Claire's laser scan, with a biomedical silicon
rubber bladder around the perimeter. This one would inflate with saline
fluid, but the final one would be filled with a supposedly chemically
inert epoxy gel, locking it in place. I gently inserted it deep inside,
lining it up with the inside of her labia, then used a syringe to fill
the bladder with warm saline until it filled Claire completely. She
moaned happily. I paused to kiss her. Next, I fitted a long curved and
contoured plate with a hole just big enough for her erect clit at the
top. There were several holes in the plate around that central hole that
just fit over the 3 surface piercings I had Claire get around her clit.
The rest of the plate slipped under her labia, and had 12 solid posts
aligned to poke through the 6 labia piercing grommets on each side. I
bolted this plate to the top of the inserted dildo base. The final
version would have break away screws. I held up a round small dome, and
showed Claire the clit and hood piercings inside, embedded in vibration
proof foam. I secured those onto her clit, the dome fitting into a recess
in the lower plate. Claire shivered as she heard the piercings click into
the housing. I picked up a vibrator from the nightstand and placed it
against the dome. Claire's eyes got really big as she exclaimed "Wow, I
can't even feel that!" I nodded.
I picked up the top plate, curved to match the bottom plate, with 12
holes for the exposed posts, a larger hole to secure the clit cover, and
one short post in the middle that would slide into the apparent epoxy
inside the dildo insert in the final fitting. I hooked its lower end
through the integrated hinge pin in the lower plate and carefully closed
it. It fit perfectly. I used normal stainless bolts to secure it closed,
with heads machined to fit the C shaped key I wore around my neck. The
final pieces would be secured with breakaway screws instead. Claire was
secured. I picked up a bottle of cleaning fluid on the tray, and showed
her how she could circulate fluid around the entire device to clean as
needed. She moaned as the warm fluid pulsed in and around her new
hardware. Everything looked to be working. I untied her, and Claire
immediately attacked me, kissing and hugging me with a ferocious
intensity. Just as quickly she stopped, taking a moment to explore her
new chastity with her fingers. She stood up, tugged at it, wiggled it
back and forth, and even did jumping jacks for a few seconds. Finally,
she squealed with joy. "it's perfect!" she cried. I smiled at her. "Your
turn!" Claire said with glee. I gulped, and nodded.
I took Claire's place on the bed, and she secured me to the same silk
ropes. She repeated my exploration of her own body, kissing places I
didn't even know I had. We made out for what seemed like a heavenly
eternity, before she moved down to my black heart adorned nipples, and
eventually to my now once more recovered cock. As she worked her
wonderful throat over my little friend, she pulled my butt plug out
slowly and replaced it with a slightly larger buzzing and vibrating one
she had secured from somewhere as if by magic. I later learned she had
purchased it just for this occasion. It was interesting how the sensation
of the plug was different with my prostate temporarily out of action.
Still very nice, but not as intense as usual. I twitch a bit as the
information warred with the wonderful sensations coming from my penis. I
came shortly thereafter. Claire kissed me deep and rubbed her wonderful
fingers on my nipples until I was ready once more, then she lowered her
warm ass on my once more hardening member and brought me to orgasm one
last time. It was wonderful, and I knew I was going to go crazy with need
missing that feeling over the next two months.
Once I softened again and Claire had kissed me into submission, she
repeated herself once more and whispered "it's time" in my ear. I started
trembling. Claire deftly unscrewed the head piercing from my penis, and
started feeding the large mirror silver ring up through the back of my
reroute. I shuddered and twitched as the feeling of the large intruder
made its way out my urethra from the inside. Next, she slipped the
chastity itself over my slowly hardening penis, past the small gap in the
ring. She put the outer cover of the chastity through the gap as well,
letting it hang down below on the ring. She quickly inserted the segment
that filled the gap of the large ring, and rotated that so it was hidden
back inside my urethra, leaving a seamless ring. She lined up the hole
for the locking post, and pressed the chastity back into my pubic mound,
sliding in the locking pin as if she had practiced this a hundred times
before. I felt it go home with a click. My cock twitched. It strained
against its new prison, which was much better fitting than before, and
did not cause much discomfort unlike the cheap plastic cage I had worn
before. Claire then slid the absorption foam lined outer cover down over
the entire chastity with a click, securing it in place with two locking
bolts milled to accept an E shaped key. I shivered a bit, then directed
Claire to reach into the drawer next to her side of the bed, where a key
twin to the one I wore waited on a necklace for her. She placed it over
her head. She kissed me once, softly, and whispered "thank you" once
more, before untying me. I immediately repeated Claire's explorations,
with slightly less glee and more trepidation than her. I found I couldn't
really feel much of anything from a vibrator, even if I used it directly
on the ring. Penis orgasms were on hold for a bit. We cuddled and held
onto each other the rest of the day and deep into the night, setting in
for our trial.
Life was certainly different with a chastity cage on. I found it
difficult to escape the awareness of it. My mind drifted to thoughts of
it at the slightest provocation. Peeing was certainly different, and I
had to be careful not to spray when I really had to go. Claire was more
practiced at dealing with the distraction, and she soon came up with ways
to keep me focused, a brush on the nipple here, a nibbled earlobe there.
We both found that Strap on sex was a fine distraction, but with no one
Cumming, we both found ourselves becoming more and more horny. After a
week of this, Claire wanted to try an experiment on me to see if the
prostate milker she had purchased back in Paris would work in my current
state. We emulated the pretty femboy from back in the expo, and I soon
found myself knees down over a beaker as Claire inserted the small dildo
shaped wand. It was very effective, and a stream of white globby cum shot
out the back of my reroute hole. It felt like I had unexpectedly peed
myself, no release, no sparks or fireworks. The whole thing served to
increase my level of sexy frustration just a little. We would repeat that
experiment throughout our trial period. We tried it on Claire as well. It
didn't seem to have any effect for obvious reasons, but she was eager to
give it a shot.
In the background of all of this, wedding preparations continued. I met
Claire's parents for the first time when they came for a visit to help
with the planning, and to presumably meet the curious person that was
myself who was poised to steel their daughter away. Stan and Rita
Deveraux were, as it turned out, a pair of hippies. You might have found
them both walking the fields of Woodstock. Stan was short, with a full
head of hair, complete with Hawaiian shirt, large Peace sign neck chain,
and baggy surfer shorts. He greeted me warmly with a hug, and handed me a
flower he had picked on the way up from the driveway. Rita was wearing a
literal flower crown when she arrived, in a flowing white lace dress. She
had almost as many piercings in her face as Claire and I, and a faded
tattoo of a peace sign on her throat. She also hugged me warmly, and was
soon gushing over how cute we both looked. I was kind of floored and
overwhelmed at the positive reception from them, though Claire had told
me I needn't have worried. We talked for hours, toured the Coffee
operations, and the more public friendly section of my own operation.
Stan seemed particularly taken with the Robots as I had them make him and
Rita a pair of new matching peace necklaces. Claire hinted that they
might not have been as shocked about the particular current nature of my
business as I might think. I raised my shapely eyebrow at her. She just
chuckled, but didn't elaborate.
We went out for dinner, saw the sights and sounds of Granite Bend, and
soon got down to the serious business of wedding planning in Ernest. At
one point Rita walked into the kitchen with me as I was cleaning some
glasses and mugs, and softly said "You're so good for Claire, I have
never seen her this happy before. Also, she told me that the sex with you
is incredible, so good job Chica!" She patted me on the back, and walked
out. I nearly spit up my wine. Claire was just laughing softly in the
corner, and came over and gave me a big hug. "Mama likes you!" she
beamed. Apparently, that hadn't always been the case with other people
Claire had brought home. I felt I had passed a test.
A few days later on a particularly warm day, we decided to try out the
now finished pool. Despite all my feminine changes, it was my first time
in a female bathing suit, and I was a little nervous. I had a towel
wrapped around my waist at first. Stan and Rita knew I was born a boy,
and had been very accepting, but I wasn't sure about showing off the
outline of the hardware package I was sporting down there to my fianc?'s
parents. So, imagine my surprise when it soon became very evident that
both Rita and Stan were wearing chastity belts. Oh ho! So that's where
she got it from! I turned beet red when I realized, though I kept my
composure and didn't say anything. I apparently needn't have bothered,
because Claire calmly walked over to her mom and said "Mom! Look at the
chastity Elizabeth made me!" Oh my.
That certainly broke the ice I hadn't realized was there, and we were
soon involved in the most surreal conversation I could ever have
imagined, discussing all things chastity. Rita and Stan had gotten into
it back early on as a means to add some spice to their marriage, and it
had just kind of stuck. Claire had evidently found out about it, along
with her other siblings early on when she was a kid, as the family had a
bit of a nudist tradition as well. I raised an eyebrow at Claire at that
information. She threw a pool toy at me. Claire promised that we would
certainly be willing to help out if they decided to upgrade their
Chastity hardware later on. I giggled at the absurdity of it all.
We soon said goodbye to Claire's parents, and made our preparations to
travel north to the wedding site later that month. The wedding was going
to fall about a week before our honeymoon trip due to scheduling, and
would coincide with the end of our 2-month chastity trial. I had made it
to 1 month in, and I probably would have given a testical for a single
orgasm at that point. I was crawling the sexual walls figuratively. I
asked Claire how she was handling the frustration so well, and she
introduced me to meditation. It helped some. I hugged her close and
wondered aloud how she was going to make it through all the years and
years ahead with this feeling. She looked up into my eyes, and winked.
"That's all part of the fun!". I have a weird Fianc?. We did our best to
try and make each other orgasm through the impossibility of it all, and
failed miserably but had lots of fun trying. I could feel that my
prostate was starting to come out of its medically induced coma as we got
closer to the wedding.
We heard back from the wedding invitation we sent to Patricia and
Annelie, and discovered that they would indeed be able to make it! Most
of our other friends and business associates in the area were also going
to be able to attend as well. Claire and I were fitted for our final
dress fitting, and soon all was in order and we were on our way to the
wedding. We met the rest of Claire's family when we arrived. An older
brother named Fred, a slightly younger sister named Cindy, and the
youngest brother, Sam. They were all very similar in personality to
Claire, upbeat and bubbly. Sam in particular was fascinated when he heard
that I used to be a boy, and at one point pulled me aside and asked what
it was like. We chatted for a while, and I gave him, or possibly her,
some resources to look into if he wanted to pursue transition someday. I
told him that Claire would be a good big sister to talk to about it, or
his parents as well, and if he ever wanted to try on a dress, to let me
know. He walked away smiling. I figured Claire might have a new sister
sometime in the future, and told her about my conversation, with Sam's
permission. She didn't seem surprised in the least.
Finally, the big day arrived. Patricia and Annelie had arrived the night
before and insisted we have a Hen night out. We had ended up in a hotel
room after, reintroducing ourselves to one another. Patricia and Annelie
were fascinated by the chastity devices we were still wearing, and I saw
Patricia in particular eyeing the chastity I was wearing with a mind
towards the Urethral reroute she was now also sporting. Apparently, it
was quite popular with her fans. We all explored and pleasured one
another once more like we had back in Paris, with a few differences. I
discovered that it was very pleasurable to tongue a reroute hole. I also
really enjoyed eating a pussy out again after a 2-month drought, as well
as Patricia's massive cock. My prostate it appears was once again
reporting for duty. After a marathon all night sex session, we barely
woke up in time the next morning to get ready. Claire looked radiant in
her wedding dress, and she said I looked perfect as well. It was a simple
ceremony. We walked down the aisle to music, spoke the words, exchanged
rings, and kissed. Claire and I now sported matching rings complementary
to the one I had given her when she agreed to marry me. A pair of
bouquets were tossed, and somehow Sam ended up with one of them. Cheryl
caught the other. They exchanged grins. Cake was eaten, presents were
exchanged, and soon we were off to the start of our honeymoon!
When I finally got my lovely wife home to her marital bed, I slowly
removed her dress, and kissed her deep and long as only newlyweds can. I
caressed her breasts as I reached up slowly and removed the chastity key
from around my neck. I slowly, teasingly undid her chastity device. and
casually tossed pieces of it away as I stripped it down to its bare
components. Claire was wetter than I had ever seen her to that point. she
was trembling as I drained the insert and pulled it out of her moist
slit. It exited with a slight sucking noise. Nothing seemed the worse for
wear. I ran my tongue stud up over her clit. She nearly came right then
and there. She motioned for me to pause, then reached to her own neck and
pulled off her own chastity key for my device. She repeated the process
on me, removing the cover and chastity, then the ring. The ring passing
out of my urethra felt intense, almost like pooping out of my penis. I
shuddered with pleasure as the device fell away. Claire guided me into
her moist treasure, and we fucked gently but urgently and intently, like
the world depended on it. It was amazing, and I knew it would be very
difficult to recapture this moment later, so I enjoyed every minute of it
I could. We repeated the process, fucking, sucking and exploring every
which way we could for every single day we had before we boarded the
plane to Sweden. The future was right around the corner, and I couldn't
wait to find out how things were going to be.
To be concluded in part 2 of Chapter 9!
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