Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III

Unfortunately, the Summary, Reviews and Ratings for Part 1 were lost when the site went down towards the end of 2009.

Summary

An obese young woman finds out to her cost the implications of her body modification. (Read Part 1 first)

Victoria and the Chastity-Guard MK III Part 2

I observe my new acquisitions more often during the first few weeks to ensure that they are ‘bedding in’ properly. There’s a lot for them to take on board, and sometimes problems occur.

Victoria would be no exception to my usual approach. I had previously noted her cell phone and work numbers when I visited her apartment while she was at work. She didn’t know that I had them.

Her modification had been carried out and her C-G Mk III fitted on the Saturday. Normally I visit my newest recruits within three days.

I had taken into consideration that Victoria was in full-time employment. A sudden return to the office with her changed appearance would cause quite a surprise and unnecessary questions could arise. Consequently, I had arranged for her exit from the dimensional portal to take place four weeks after her entry, although to Victoria her time at the Company’s ‘facility’ had seemed no more than an hour or two. Her memory of the period had been altered so that she would show no surprise at having ‘lost’ four weeks out of her life.

I had earlier written a letter, purporting to be from her consultant physician, to the office manager on her behalf, enclosing a medical certificate, informing him that she would be away for a period of four weeks for ‘extensive health rehabilitation’ on to her obesity. I advised him not to question her about it, as it was a sensitive psychological issue. This would make her return to work much more straightforward.

That Sunday I called Victoria on her cell phone and arranged to visit her apartment on the Tuesday evening at 7.30. She was surprised, almost stunned at unexpectedly hearing my voice.

I told her that her manager had been informed of a four week absence in order to account for her modification, and that she was not under any circumstances to discuss what had happened with her colleagues, but simply to say, if asked, that she had attended an intensive course of therapy at a residential facility.

She was to return to work on the following day, Monday. I explained exactly what she was to wear from the wardrobe provided for her by the Company - a tight-fitting black jacket and knee-length skirt, white embroidered lace top, matching accessories, and black shoes with three inch heels from among the outfits she had been sent. She would look wonderful.

Before the visit to her apartment I checked the monitoring history of her implant and Guard. Nothing seemed out of place. It had been removed twice for washing and cleansing as per the instructions I had given her. She had made three requests to pee using her penis. Although the Guard and implant passed on the requests, they were handled automatically. This is necessary in practical terms, as there are many females in the Chastity Control Program. From time to time I did personally monitor individuals.

At times, during the nights there had been signs of sexual arousal, and a degree of wetness, but insufficient to trigger the intense clitoral itch which would have forced her to use the penis attachment to jerk off. Neither had she requested permission to masturbate. That might well have been because she had forgotten the instructions.

The dimensional portal gave me access to the elevator in her building and I arrived at her door precisely on time. I had reminded her on the phone that her apartment was to be tidied up, that she should remove all her clothing in readiness, and to address me as, ‘Sir’.

Victoria opened the door wearing only her Guard. She didn’t look at me directly, only a couple of furtive glances. I sat on the couch placing my case beside it.

‘Hello’, I said.

‘Hi, Sir’, she mumbled.

I beckoned her to stand before me.

‘Look at me’ I said, as I stared up directly into her eyes, before looking down at her body, and back up to her face.

‘I’ve come to see how you’re getting on and adapting to your modification. But first, I want you to tell me what happened when you returned to work yesterday.’

Victoria brightened and smiled. She was eager to tell me all about it.

‘It was amazing’ she blurted, ‘everyone at the office was gobsmacked at how different I looked, including my boss! They stared at me all day long. Girls came to talk to me who never spoke to me before, and they were really envious.’

‘Even the most spiteful fucking bitch who always treats me like shit came over to my desk and said I looked amazing. My boss looked me up and down about six times and I could tell straight away that he had the hots for me, even though he’s married with kids.’

‘The girls kept asking over and over what had happened and where I’d been, but I told them only what you said. I felt completely different, and was much more confident and assertive. I even forgot that I was wearing this thing between my legs.’

‘That’s superb, well done!’ I said.

‘As you’re finding out, being a member of the Program has real benefits. You’ve been given enough items of clothing to wear a different outfit every day this week, and to mix and match thereafter, so that you’ll not wear the same thing twice. The Company will provide you with new clothes every six weeks or so. You must always look immaculate when you go to the office – the Company insists on it’.

‘As it’s time for me to check your modification, remove the Guard, by touching Green’.

She complied and peeled the device away from her mound and it slid from between her labia. She opened her legs slightly, to allow its tail to fall from between the cheeks of her buttocks.

‘Hand it to me’, I said quietly.

It was still warm, the ridge which seconds earlier had resided in her vulva was slightly moist. I placed it on the couch beside me.

I smiled at her.

‘Didn’t I tell you how to stand, with your arms either by your side or behind you, shoulders back, head up, and tits out, feet apart?’ I asked.

‘Yes’, she said, immediately straightening to the desired position, arms to the side.

‘Don’t forget the ‘Sir’ next time you answer me’, I reprimanded her, in a sharper tone, ‘I don’t want to have to remind you again’.

I appraised her once more. She was a beauty and would be a worthwhile asset. There was still a touch of shyness, even innocence there, although her manners and language were sometimes a little raw. But that’s how many young people were in the early twenty-first century. I would deal with those issues in due course, although there was something appealing in her coarseness.

‘When your new clothes were delivered were there any other items?’ I enquired.

‘Yes, Sir, there was also a large carton of cotton sticks, a big container of anti-bacterial wash, and another with the alcohol-based cleanser’.

‘Good’, I said, ‘you’ll need to obtain further supplies of those things yourself as and when necessary from a pharmacy or drugstore. They are not expensive.’

‘The Company will deposit a small amount of money in your bank account each month to cover incidental expenses, so that you won’t be out of pocket. If you have been good the Company will also give you sums of money to buy items of clothing for yourself, but always keep the receipts in case I decide that they are unsuitable. You will also receive a birthday present each year’.

‘Have you had any problems with the daily cleaning routine so far?  – tell me exactly how you coped’, I said.

I had to remind her to keep looking at me, instead of down at her feet as she spoke. She was embarrassed.

‘It... it isn’t easy to do it in the time allowed. Using the cotton sticks to clean around my clit is fiddly and the alcohol which the label on the bottle says I must use on Sundays – I used it yesterday - really stings. I tried to clean my vagina with my fingers as best as I could, but they slipped onto my clit a few times, and I had some nasty shocks which made me double up. I found it easier this morning; I only got one little shock’.

‘Fine’ I said, ‘You’ll soon get the hang of it – as you’ve probably realised by now your fingertips contain microscopic implants which are detected when they get close to the clit’.

In fact such implants were placed throughout Victoria’s body enabling her urethral implant and Guard to know her precise body position at all times - standing, sitting, lying down, and so on. They would assist with posture training as and when necessary.

Tiny implants in her larynx and in her ears could record or relay her speech, as well as everything she heard. They allowed me to check on her status, if she was awake or asleep, and her location, at all times. The intelligence circuits in the urethral implant and Guard were capable of alerting me to anything sensitive she said, heard or did. They detected strong emotions too, such as fear or anger. Victoria would however remain blissfully unaware of how much I would know about her behaviour and her actions.

‘I need to see how well you clean yourself. Go quickly and fetch all the things you need including a bowl of water, then get up on the table, and I’ll watch’.

She ran to the bathroom and returned with the container of cotton sticks and the bottles then fetched the bowl. She glanced at me before pulling herself onto the table top. I got up and walked over; indicating that she should bend her knees and spread her legs wide. I would examine her first. I drew a chair so that I could sit comfortably while I did it.

Sitting with my face about a foot from her cunt, I pushed her knees gently further apart, until they were as wide as they could go – next time I would expect her to adopt that exact position. Then I spread her labia. She started a bit at my touch.

I drew my finger down between them and as I suspected they were slightly wet. Using my left hand I drew the hood up, to examine the clit. It was relatively large for a petite girl, but not unusually so. It was about three-eighths of an inch wide.

It’s common knowledge that clit sizes rarely bear any relationship to body size. All Victoria’s exact measurements, including those of her clit were already stored in the memory of my wristband. I would be alerted to any significant trends, such as in weight, or waist size, so that corrective measures could be taken.

I took my time examining her clit, stroking  it gently from side to side, whilst glancing at my wristband to see what effect I was having on her. The implant was capable of measuring imperceptible levels of arousal. Victoria was responding, although she seemed to be trying her best not to show it. So I toyed a little longer, drawing my fingertip around and above the hood, cheekily flicking it back and forth slowly and teasingly. I drew my finger down between her lips and slightly into her vagina, which was now quite slippery, before moving back up onto the clit. After a minute or two as she was beginning to move her thighs in concert with my finger, I stopped abruptly and withdrew it. She let out a little moan of frustration.

Taking a small container from my pocket I removed a swab stick and gently pushed it under the hood and right around the clit, causing her to buck slightly. I replaced it in its container.

I examined her pee-hole very carefully, prising it open with my fingers. Indeed, the implant wasn’t noticeable at all. Her vagina smelled clean too. I decided that further swabs weren’t necessary.

‘Ok, get on with it. Use the alcohol cleanser again today’ I said.

She winced.

I watched carefully as she dipped the bud into the bottle and worked the cotton stick around the clit. She remembered to stretch the hood up and away from it by putting her left hand on her mound. It was a fiddly thing to do using a little stick, as the clit and the hood tended to move around especially when lubricated with the cleanser.

Her facial expressions showed that the alcohol was stinging her. She pushed the tip of the bud up under the hood and worked it around quite a bit, obviously wanting to show me that she was doing it thoroughly, in case she might be disciplined.

It was interesting to see the white bud flicking across the pink clit. She then wetted her hands in the bowl and put some anti-bacterial cleanser on the fingers of her right hand before pushing a couple of them into her vagina, then moving to her asshole. She rinsed her hands in the bowl and used her wet fingers to rinse off the cleanser. She used some clean tissues to dry herself.

‘Very good’, I observed, ‘you did that well, and no shocks at all...’

‘...but I am concerned that you may not be rinsing the area thoroughly enough with clean water, and it might be a good idea to use a spray bottle, holding the lips apart with your left hand, so that you can spray right up inside. You can put all the things away now, and then come back to your position in front of the couch’.

Soon the nude Victoria was standing before me once more.

She was self-conscious. I began to explain the purpose of my visit, which was threefold.

The first being the examination I had just carried out.

Secondly, she was to begin her training immediately.

I leant over picked up and opened my case taking out a dark wooden highly polished box, about fifteen inches long, eight inches wide and three inches thick, which I placed on my knees. I motioned her to sit beside me on the couch while I showed her the contents.

‘This box contains the first set of attachments for your Guard. They are vaginal exercise rods of varying sizes which you will use, starting this very evening’, I explained.

‘Most women have become lazy with their vaginal control down through history’, I stated, looking at her.

I open its lid and showed her the contents. Each of the four rods was a different pale pastel colour, all resting in purple velvet grooves. They were horizontally ridged and dimpled, being some five and a half inches in length, of varied girth, and tapering at one end. In the base of each was fixed a small half-ring. Victoria looked intently while I reached for the largest, an inch and a quarter wide, pale pink in colour.

I handed it to her.

‘Squeeze, and tell me what it feels like’, I said.

Feeling it with both hands and after examining it for several seconds, she answered, ‘It feels fleshy, moist... and strange’.

‘Now get up, face me, spread your legs wide, and put the entire rod into your vagina’, I ordered.

She did so, bending over slightly, the rod slipping quite easily into her cunt, as it was self-lubricating.

Once it was fully inserted I said, ‘Contract your vaginal muscles as hard as you can, and hold it in’. I watched the concentration on her face as she obeyed.

‘Straighten up, clasp both hands behind your neck, and see what happens’.

As soon as she took her hands away from her vagina, and raised them towards her neck, the pink rod slipped out onto the floor. I picked it up from between her feet. It was wet as a result of my having played with her clit.

‘See, your vaginal muscles are far too weak, even though the rod isn’t heavy. In fact all the rods weigh exactly the same. By the time your training programme is completed you’ll be able to hold the thinnest rod, which is some half-an-inch thick, in your cunt with no difficulty whilst standing in that position.’

‘The box contains a number of small brass weights which can be attached to the rings in the base of the rods in order to extend and test your muscle control when necessary’.

Victoria didn’t look too pleased at my introduction to her training regime.

‘The rods are much more sophisticated than they appear,’ I continued.

I picked up her Guard and the rod to show her how it was to be attached.

‘Place the base of the rod, like this, against the Guard’s ridge, just below its urethral tube. It will open to accept the size of rod placed against it, as it does when you place your penis attachment to its outside.  Obviously, unlike the penis, the rod has to be attached with the Guard removed from your body.’ 

I demonstrated while she looked down at me, her hands still clasped behind her neck. A hole opened in the Guard as I brought the pink rod close and I pushed its base into the ridge as far as it would go.

‘Its ring locks in place. It can’t be removed until a training session has been completed,’ I explained.

‘You can bring your hands down now’.

I then took out a thin black ceramic card-like object from the box, which had been held in place on the inside of its lid. It was eight inches by six in size and about an eighth of an inch thick. From its back I pivoted out its stand, placing it widthways on the coffee table beside Victoria.  It stood at an angle much as does a photo frame.

‘This is a little Monitor designed to assist and oversee your training. Its an extremely sophisticated device. During each session it will be aware of exactly what you are doing, and will communicate and direct you both visually and verbally’, I explained.

I handed her the Guard with its rod now mounted in place.

‘Use your fingers to play with it while looking at the Monitor’, I instructed. She did so.

The Monitor had two small screens beside each other, separated by a vertical peak display, above which a green indicator flashed.  An image of the pink rod had appeared in the left hand screen and a tiny image of Victoria in the right screen. As she played with the rod its image changed in the places where she was squeezing or touching. The intensity of the colour change varied with the degree of pressure she was putting on it.

I indicated for her to put the Guard down on the table beside the Monitor.

‘The Monitor will show you how hard your vaginal muscles are working, as you try to draw its ridges into your vagina. Note the intensity of the colour changes and aim to move from blues, though greens, reds and into the brightest yellows, and even white.’

‘The peak display in the centre of the display will tell you how well you’re doing and your cumulative progress at the end of each session. It flashes white to indicate the start and duration of every contraction. Hold the contraction while it is on and release as soon as it goes off.’

‘There is also a volume control on the right hand side of the device, so that you can adjust the sound level in case your neighbours are able to hear. Remember to keep the Monitor and the rods out of sight in the box when you are not using them.’

‘You will be disciplined for failing to maintain the schedule, so it’s important that you concentrate hard on the task throughout.’

‘To begin with, there will be two training sessions each day, morning and evening, both lasting fifteen minutes. More may be necessary depending on how much progress you make. You initiate the session by touching Green on the Guard’s request panel twice with your right index fingertip, so that it can be removed for the rod to be attached. The session begins twenty seconds after the Guard is re-fitted. At the end of the session the Guard will disengage automatically for the rod’s removal.’

 

‘You’ll assume three different positions to work your muscles, standing upright, then a half-squat, and finally a full squat, feet always eighteen inches apart and hands clasped behind your neck, elbows flexed, back straight and head up. You must move smoothly from one position to the next.’

‘Follow the movements of your image on the Monitor and its verbal instructions. If your arms, back, head, or legs are in an incorrect position they will flash red in the display and arrows will indicate where you are going wrong. A clit shock will result if you don’t adjust your posture quickly’.

The implants and Guard would constantly relay Victoria’s exact posture to the Monitor so that she could quickly be taught what was desired of her. It was remarkable how fast the women and girls in my Program were trained to obey and perform. Life was much easier for those who were compliant. Those that were stubborn or slow to learn were disciplined, those who complied were rewarded. It was the age old method of the carrot and the stick, albeit in a highly technological setting.

‘At the end of each session the indicator above the peak display will remain on for several seconds. Green indicates good, Amber satisfactory and Red unsatisfactory progress. If it displays Red the Guard will enter one of its disciplinary modes for three hours after the session ends - so you must avoid that at all costs. Replace the Guard as soon as the session is over, else the clit will suffer.’

‘The rods must be kept clean using the antibacterial solution immediately after use. The Monitor will indicate when it’s time for you to change to a thinner rod, which will only be when you’ve achieved the required standard. Failure to achieve the target within the designated time will result in your being disciplined and possibly in an extension of your time in the Program. The Guard will keep me informed of your progress on a daily basis.’

From the box I took out a hinged rule, nine inches in length, opening it out to its full eighteen inches. I placed it on the carpet in front of the Monitor, and told Victoria to stand with her feet at each end and her hands behind her neck as I had explained. I ensured she was standing to attention in the desired position.

Then I got her to ease herself down smoothly into the half-squat position, and finally into the full squat, knees fully spread. When I was satisfied after several tries that she could assume the positions correctly and move easily between them, I sat back on the couch.

‘I’ll observe your first training session, to see that you are doing it properly. Put your Guard on now’, I stated.

Victoria picked it up off the table, opened her legs further, flexed her knees, and bent forward to guide the pink rod into her cunt, I watched it slide in. Then she inserted the Guard’s tube into the glowing tip of her urethral implant, before smoothing the Guard’s flexible edges with her fingers and pushing its tail up between her ass cheeks.

A few seconds later the Monitor beeped, and a mature woman’s voice spoke in a commanding tone.

‘Victoria... you have three seconds to get into the Start position!’

Victoria quickly obeyed, almost jumping with surprise, standing to attention in front of the Monitor.

‘Contract your muscles now, hard - and hold!’ ordered the voice.

The Monitor’s indicator flashed too and I could see the concentration on Victoria’s face as she contracted her cunt muscles. A pleasing rainbow of colours appeared on the image of the rod. The peak display moved up a little, but not far, flickering somewhat as Victoria tried to hold the contraction as best as she could.

‘Release’, commanded the woman.

The indicator went off for three seconds, before the procedure was repeated several times.

I looked at her pretty face, eyes fixed intently on the Monitor, trying to make the peak display move further with each contraction, and spurred on by the woman’s authoritative orders.

After three or four minutes the indicator light flashed red, and the voice spoke sharply.

‘Squeeze harder!’

.Victoria gave a little ‘Ouch’ as the implant shocked the clit. She immediately redoubled her effort, clearly affecting the peak display positively.

‘Good’, commended the woman.

‘On the count of three, move to half-squat’, came the next order.

As the voice counted down, Victoria’s image on the Monitor changed to the half-squat position, not an easy one to hold, knees partly flexed and back straight, with head up. Victoria flexed her knees somewhat, but insufficiently.

‘Ass down further!’, came the rapid injunction, ‘... elbows back, tits out, head up!’

...and again she suffered a jolt in the clit which caused her face to darken, as she immediately adjusted her posture.

The commands, contractions, orders and exhortations continued for several minutes, while Victoria moved into the full-squat position, working her cunt muscles really hard. The peak display was at about thirty percent by this point. Occasionally the indicator flashed red, each time Victoria flinched, resuming with even greater effort showing on her face, trying not to displease the invisible woman’s voice.

I sat smiling and watched, relaxed.

After five minutes of squatting she was beginning to perspire, before moving back up to half-squatting for another two minutes, and finally back up to the upright position for the final six minutes. By this time she was getting into the rhythm quite well.

‘Stop!’ commanded the voice finally, ‘Session over. Your progress was satisfactory. Stand down!’ 

The Monitor’s indicator stopped flashing, and the device emitted two beeps to indicate the end of the session. The indicator showed Green.

Victoria visibly relaxed. She felt the Guard disengage, and lowered her hands to peel it off so as to remove the rod, which she placed on the table. Then she looked at me.

‘Put the Guard back on. You’ve only have a few seconds, then clean the rod with the antibacterial solution and put it and the Monitor back in the box. Stand in front of me when you’re ready’.

I watched while she completed the tasks.

‘That was quite well done’, I commended, ‘You achieved thirty-four percent on that first rod, which is not a bad start. You need to work a little more on holding the position, keeping your back straight and head up, eyes down looking at the Monitor. I know it’s hard, especially half-squatting, but you’ll soon get used to it. It’s essential that your posture be aesthetically pleasing throughout the session. The Monitor will be a little more demanding of you from now on.’

Victoria rolled her eyes at hearing that. It was obvious that she didn’t want to disobey the powerful disembodied voice that it contained.

‘Incidentally, the Monitor is very advanced - it has its own ‘brain’. The synthesized voice you heard is that of Christine. She works for the Company and is one of my senior Assistants. Her primary role is the training of recruits in the Program. She has years of experience when it comes to handling women and girls. You will be meeting her in person before long, when I’m satisfied that you have learnt the basics.’

‘Christine has very high standards which she expects all recruits to attain. She can be extremely demanding. If you meet her standards you will get along fine. If not, she can be very strict. She best knows how to discipline young women such as you. She’s a really tough cookie’.

‘I’d advise that you treat her with great respect, and instant obedience. Always address her as ‘Miss, or ‘Mistress’, never by her name - she’ll tell you which to use.  Never look her in the eyes, either. Keep looking down below her waist, unless she tells you otherwise.’

‘Speak only when you’re spoken to, or asked a question. She’ll be monitoring your progress indirectly until then, as your implant and the Monitor’s data can be accessed by her.’

I didn’t tell Victoria that I had quite a hard-on while watching her performance.

I picked up my case, placing it on my knee, with Victoria standing naked before me. I took out several items – a knee-length designer black dress with matching sheer embroidered skimpy bra, tiny panties, high heeled shoes and a small purse. I held the dress up in front of her. I could tell she liked it. Indeed, she would look wonderful in it. I placed them carefully on the couch.

The final item was a black leather case, with brass hasps. I showed her its contents arranged in sections – all the make-up she would require and three small perfume sprays. I lifted out the top tray, beneath were the tools needed to apply the make-up. Everything was of the highest quality. Then I took out a ten-by-eight inch photo of Victoria’s face and head, made up in the way I wanted. Attached to the photo was a comprehensive list of instructions of how to achieve that look.

‘You’ve three days to practice so that you’ll look exactly like this. On Saturday morning, you have an appointment at a top hairdressing salon – the address and time is on the sheet of instructions.’

‘Show the hairdresser this photo and ask him to style your hair in that fashion and colour. A manicure and pedicure will follow at the address which is also provided, with instructions for the manicurist. Both appointments have been charged to the Company’s account’, I explained.

‘I’ll be calling for you at eight pm on Saturday evening for a visit to the theatre, followed by dinner at one of the top restaurants in the city. Be ready wearing the dress and the matching underwear and shoes. Don’t forget to bring your penis attachment in your purse.’

‘I expect you to be on your very best behaviour. You will speak only when spoken to, deport yourself elegantly, smile, and no crude language. You will not address me as ‘Sir’ at the theatre or at the restaurant. Understood?’

‘Yes, Sir’, Victoria replied meekly.