Part 4
Sandra told Sarah about her encounter with Miss Jay, on her next visit to Miss Montfort's.
"What!" Sarah exclaimed, "lock your tits up?! Beat you with a strap! She's crazy - I'd get
the police onto her."
"Shh! Keep your voice down; I don't want the others to know. So, you don't think she can
do that to me..?"
Sarah was outraged. "What, are you stupid or something?" she hissed, "they can only do
what's in the contract. I never saw anything about corporal punishment. Don't know about
the tits thing, I suppose. She might have you on a technicality there, I don't know. But I
never heard of anyone get their tits locked up."
Sandra was pensive. "No, well..until recently I never heard of anyone getting their vagina
locked up either..but it's happened."
"Yeah, but you volunteered for that. Me too, idiot that I am. People can only do what you
let them do to you. So she shaved you off too - I wouldn't have had that. They did that to
me one time. Without nature's cushion that front-plate's jammed right up against your bare
whatsit. Made me horny as hell. That was about the first time I broke out of my belt.."
Sandra was hardly listening. She was thinking of what Sarah had said earlier. "They can
only do what you let them do to you."
And what had she let them do to her so far? Quite a lot actually. And now there was to be
more, if Miss Jay was to be left in charge.
"You listening to me, apeshit?" Sarah joked.
"What..? Sorry, I was miles away."
"Uh-oh, masochist alert," Sarah joked. "I've seen that faraway look before."
"Shut up," Sandra hit her playfully. "I can't help my feelings."
"You're just scared of her," Sarah jibed.
"No, it's not that. Not physically anyway. She's much smaller than me - in stature at
least..."
"Who isn't?" Sarah joked. Sandra ignored the banter. "It's just...she does something to me,
mentally. She's very pretty. And she's so strict it's unbelievable."
Sarah yawned. "So you're gonna let her walk all over you?"
Sandra looked away guiltily. "She's, err...having another contract made up, I believe. It's
up to me whether I sign it I suppose."
That wasn't strictly true. Miss Jay had set Sandra a writing task - an essay on how she
thought she could improve her commitment and attitude to the chastity contract, and
achieve the objectives set down on her last inspection. Sandra had decided she would set
it out as a contract, get Miss Jay to approve it; then Sandra would sign it - giving Miss Jay
written agreement for her to be in complete control of Sandra.
Sandra made an excuse and left Mrs. Montfort's early that weekend. She wanted some
time to herself, to think, and to do Miss Jay's written imposition. She also wanted some
time to appreciate her breasts, as she was soon to be denied access to them. But as it
happened she resisted the temptation to stimulate herself; wondering if Miss Jay would
somehow know at the next inspection.
Sandra wouldn't have long to wait before having all such temptations removed. The next
day she received a letter from Fantasy Promotions. It read thus:
Dear Miss Houlton,
Re: Provision of Breast-Blocker
Following a visit by our representative, Miss Veronica Jay, it has been found necessary to
increase security measures with regard to your chastity contract.
As discussed, it is perceived that you are gaining indirect stimulation of your genital area
by methods not covered by your existing security arrangements. We propose to block off
these other erogenous areas to make them unavailable for your personal use.
With this in mind we have manufactured for you a breast-blocking device, and have made
an appointment for you to have this fitted at our workshops. We have endeavored to make
the device as lightweight and as comfortable as possible, given the brief required and the
aim of the device. The latter's purpose is to enclose the breasts completely, in a very
strong but lightweight carbon-fiber shroud.
The shroud is lockable, and as with your chastity belt, once fitted cannot be removed
without the key, which naturally will not be available to yourself. As with the chastity belt,
the device will be removed briefly, on a monthly basis, for checking and cleaning.
The same provisions for these removals apply as with the belt. Again, as with the chastity
belt, the device may be considered long term, permanent within the scheme and duration
of the existing contract.
In considering the prospect of being placed into this device, we would ask you to show the
same patience, tolerance and forbearance you have shown in choosing and wearing your
chastity belt. Garments of this nature are always something of a compromise between the
highest standard of security vis-a-vis wearer comfort.
We regret that this action has been necessary, but we feel it will go a long way towards
eradicating the temptations you have been experiencing of late. It is not permissible under
the conditions of your contract to gain stimulation of the genital area. We trust that the de-
vice will not cause you any undue distress; but if there are any problems then please dis-
cuss it with Miss Jay on her next visit.
As with the chastity belt, we urge you not to make any violent attempt to remove your
breast blocker. It is highly unlikely that the average person could remove this type of de-
vice, but you may cause damage not only to the garment, but to yourself by the use of
force or equipment. General pushing/pulling will cause no harm, and is to be expected
given the frustration it may admittedly cause from time to time.
The breast-blocking shroud requires no particular maintenance by a wearer. The shroud's
finished outside surface is similar in appearance to rigid, smooth plastic; and would re-
quire simply a wipe with a damp cloth should any household material or liquid be depos-
ited on it. Inside, it is lined with neoprene rubber, however that is for your information only,
as it is expressly forbidden for a wearer to try to access the inside of the garment.
With regard to everyday use, the shroud is immensely strong, and will easily withstand the
force of a fall or contact/impact as in most sporting activities. No special regard is needed
by a wearer in this respect. It will also withstand temperatures way above and below usual
body temperature, and no special care is needed with regard to outside climatic condi-
tions. We would point out, however, that an activity such as sunbathing in hot sunshine
would quickly become very uncomfortable for the wearer, due to a build-up of heat inside
the shroud.
Finally, some advice on what to wear on the day of the fitting. General day clothing is fine;
the device is as unobtrusive as we can make it, but as with the chastity belt it will be no-
ticeable over tight or revealing clothing. Our business is security, combined with integrity
and confidentiality, and we would not wish you to be embarrassed or exposed on your
return journey home in the breast blocker; particularly if using public transport. We sug-
gest, therefore, a loose fitting blouse or jumper; plus perhaps a jacket or coat if you are
particularly concerned over this issue. As you become accustomed to wearing your breast
blocker you will be able to use your own discretion over what level of coverage is accept-
able to you.
Yours faithfully,
Sandra put the long letter down in a mild state of shock. Her breasts were to be locked up
in a box. "That's basically what it says," she muttered aloud. "And presumably that's for
another five years too, like the belt; Jesus. Unless I can somehow convince them I haven't
been using my tits...illegally. Which of course I haven't anyway."
Sandra wondered just how 'unobtrusive' the breast blocker would be. She really didn't
want to get into a situation where she couldn't be seen in public. That would be unthink-
able. No, it couldn't be that much of a box...just like thin, rigid plastic. Well, she'd find out
soon. The appointment was for the following Saturday.
She phoned Sarah to tell her she wouldn't be at Mrs. Montfort's at the weekend, and why.
"A box - locked round your boobs," Sarah exclaimed. "Jesus - what sort of a box...a
wooden one?"
Sandra laughed. "No, silly, plastic. Well, carbon fiber actually - but it's like strong rigid
plastic. Can't break it or harm it, so they reckon."
"Plastic eh?" Sarah mused. "That's gonna be real sweaty ain't it ? It got holes for ventila-
tion or something?"
Sandra hadn't thought about that. "I don't know. I don't think it mentioned that in the letter.
It said not to sunbathe or I'd get too hot."
"Phew, tell me about it. Your boobs would fry in a thing like that. Jesus, these bastards
sure know how to make a girl suffer. Can't wait to see it though. When you gettin' it?"
"Sadist," Sandra reproached her. "On Saturday."
Sarah suggested Sandra called round for a drink at her house in the evening.
"Okay," Sandra agreed. "You're on. I'll be needing a drink. Make sure there's no-one else
there though - I'm not very confident about this thing yet."
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On Saturday Sandra made her way to the premises. She was to report to the workshop,
not the retail outlet. She found the place, and went into the reception.
"My name's Sandra Houlton," she told the receptionist. "I have an appointment with one of
the engineers at 2pm."
The receptionist looked at her notes. "Oh yes, we wrote to you earlier in the week. It's for
a fitting isn't it?"
Sandra was glad she was discreet enough not to mention the breast blocker by name.
"Yeah, that's right."
"Okay, you can go into the workshop through that door there. Ask for Mr. James." Sandra
went into the workshop. She was relieved to see there were only two men there, and not a
great hoard of leering workers.
"Mr. James?" she asked one of them.
"No, not me love - that's him over there."
Mr James was a small, balding middle-aged man, with a beard and glasses. He looked
clean and respectable, and wore a white coat, like a doctor. He seemed to be busy filing
some metal object. Probably part of a chastity belt, Sandra thought to herself. He sud-
denly jerked round and looked first at Sandra then at the clock.
"Two o'clock already," he exclaimed, "you must be...let me think..Miss..."
"Houlton. Sandra Houlton," Sandra prompted him.
"Of course. Well we're nicely ready for you my dear. If you'd like to go into the fitting room
over there - it's more private that way."
Sandra flushed slightly, barely able to believe what was about to happen to her. "Thank
you," she said and almost scurried over to the fitting room.
He joined her presently and shut the door behind him. He was carrying an article made of
what looked like white, rigid plastic. It looked basically like a large white brassiere that had
been starched to make it keep its shape while it was not being worn.
Her stomach fluttered wildly. There was little doubt that the object in his hand was her
breast blocker.
"This is what we've come up with for you my dear," he enthused and began showing her
the device.
"A little larger and fuller in the strap and the back than a conventional brassiere. Higher at
the front too. And of course different in one main aspect, in that I'm afraid you won't be
taking this one off yourself for quite some time."
Sandra nodded. "I know."
Sandra stared at the device as he began to explain its workings. "It's made of carbon fiber.
If that means little to you then I suppose you could say it's like glass fiber, or strong plastic
- only much much stronger. If I were to give you a hammer you'd be unable to break it. But
may I advise you not to try that."
Sandra managed a weak smile. "For fitting," he continued, "it splits into two halves, a back
and a front. We have your err, 'profile' on our computer, so it should fit quite nicely."
He began separating the two halves ominously. "There are what we call male and female
fittings, to join it together again and keep it locked. They slide into each other like this..."
He demonstrated and there was an ominous clicking sound. Sandra knew the next time
she heard that click, the device would be on her; locked on her.
"Oh, perhaps you would like to examine the device. I'll open it up again. One key fits all
the tiny locks.
"Not much good telling me that, unfortunately," Sandra said flatly.
He made a sympathetic face. "Er no. Quite. I take your point."
He handed the two halves of the breast blocker to Sandra so she could examine it.
"The side is lined with neoprene rubber. It's sprayed on, to keep the thickness of the fin-
ished article down to a minimum."
Sandra nodded. She examined the breast blocker. Inside the cups, at the end, each cone
had a small hole through the rubber lining. "Why is that?" she asked.
"Err, a delicate matter, but a necessary one," he burbled. There is a cavity at the end of
the cup. The, err, nipples go through the rubber, then reside in the cavity, so there is
nothing pressing on them at the front to rub or chafe in them."
"Or stimulate them?" she remarked tartly.
He waved his hand. "Please... I cannot comment."
"I know, I know - it's not down to you," she conceded. "What about ventilation? We're
looking at a layer of plastic here - or whatever you call it - plus a layer of rubber."
Again he waved his hand. "Not part of my brief, I regret."
Sandra sighed. "Great, no ventilation. Oh okay, let's get on with it. I've got the drift of how
it works."
He nodded. "Yes indeed. It will of course be necessary for you to remove..." he gestured
to her top half.
"Sure, I understand."
Sandra took off her navy blue blouse, and then her bra. "Goodbye bra," she commented
and threw it in the bin.
Sandra sat naked from the waist up. For an observer of any age it was a stirring sight. But
Mr James made no comment and was seemingly very professional about it all.
"If you will allow me.." he muttered, and began lining up the front of the device with San-
dra's ample, heaving breasts. She shuddered involuntarily as the cold rubbery inside of
the device came into contact with her breasts. But the device was starting to look a good
fit, and Sandra's breasts were virtually pouring into the cups.
"Amazing," she commented.
He grunted as he held the weight of the cups, which were full and heavy now. "If you could
press forward a little," he suggested. "We need to ensure the nipples.."
"Yeah, I see your point. They need to pop through the holes into the cavity."
"Precisely."
Sandra pushed her chest forward. Mr. James grunted again and held fast.
"ooof," Sandra giggled. "The left one's just popped through.."
"oooh, and there goes the right one. I'm in."
"Excellent," he breathed, staring at the end of the cup as though he expected to come
right through the carbon fiber. But nothing was visible. The breasts were fully covered now
by the smooth hard shell of the strong material. No cleavage showed; the casing came
quite high up her chest.
"The rest should be easy," he remarked, reaching around for the back half of the device.
"Just got to get these sliders lined up and....there we go now."
There were several clicks, and a general tightening of the device round her. It was done.
Sandra's breasts were locked up.
He stood back, admiring his handiwork. Sandra sat slightly stunned; hardly able to form an
opinion yet. She stared down at her chest, lost in this white, rigid molded material. There
was no discomfort apparent. The breasts were supported well, probably somewhat firmer
than in a conventional brassiere.
She swiveled around a little. Moving wasn't as comfortable as an ordinary bra - the mate-
rial was rigid, although cushioned well by the rubber inside. She ran a hand over the rigid
mound at her chest. Very little sensation was conveyed through the moldings; almost
nothing in fact. The device would achieve its aim admirably. She couldn't pinch, feel or
touch her nipples - they were in limbo, in their cavity inside the end of the cups. It was
devastatingly effective.
"Congratulations," she said softly, "this is a bloody work of art."
She shook her head in amazement. "I can't feel my nipples, even if I jiggle around. In fact
all I can say is that they feel slightly cold, if anything. My breasts feel almost completely
de-sensitized."
Mr. James made no comment on this at first. Then he scratched his beard distractedly. "I
must confess to a slight gilding of the lily, on that point. Not strictly necessary I suppose,
but when one is a perfectionist.."
Sandra looked at him suspiciously. "Oh yes? And what might that be?"
He began to look like a naughty schoolboy. "In the nipple cavities.." he admitted, "anaes-
thetizing gel. That's the slightly cold feeling you refer to."
Sandra stared at him. She shook her head and smiled ruefully. "You've packed de-
sensitizing gel round my nipples inside this thing? You enterprising old sadist. How long
will the gel last?"
He shrugged. "Approximately twenty-eight days. A month, if you like."
She smiled again. "By which time it'll be time for a check up, and the cavities can be
packed with it again?"
He nodded. "I understand that will be the procedure, yes. The initial brief was to prevent
stimulation of the breasts, by any means. I think we may say we have achieved that ob-
jective now."
Sandra got up to go. "We certainly have. Goodbye Mr. James."
He opened the door of the fitting room for her. "Goodbye, it's been a pleasure meeting you
Miss Houlton."
