My Total Chastity EnclosureFiction Submitted by: Charli
A multitude of conflicting feelings fill my mind as I await whatever Mistress has planned for me today. Anticipation and apprehension vie for prominence. She says that this will be the final evolution of the new life she has planned and provided for me. She assures me it will be wonderful and filled with sensations I have never known.
It was several months ago that she took me to the strange little shop where they make all of my elaborate corsets, braces and my steel chastity panties. They had made casts of most of my body before, for my braces and my chastity panties, but this time they made a cast of my entire body from head to foot and marked numerous spots on my body before they made the cast and those marks were transferred to the inside of the cast. Some of the marks were at obvious anatomical landmarks to assure that whatever brace or device they were making for me would fit properly. Others however were the final location of various electrodes they had attached to my body at numerous different spots until the reaction of my body to the electrical current they applied was what Mistress and the people at the shop desired. My body had reacted strongly to the electrical current they had applied and had jerked and quivered uncontrollably while extremely pleasurable as well as painful and uncomfortable sensations had flowed through me. I was told nothing and given no indication of the final purpose of all this procedure. The only thing Mistress has told me is that my body modification and figure training are now complete. My recovery and adjustment to my Sexual Reassignment Surgery is also complete and I am totally healthy, both physically and emotionally. Now it was time for me to be fitted with my final, permanent garment.
For over three years now my body has been encased at all times in various corsets and orthopedic braces. I've lost count of the number of different braces and corsets Mistress has for me but they are all extremely confining and hold my body rigidly in their embrace. It has been like a dream come true for me to have my body imprisoned within the various combinations of fabric, leather, steel, fiberglass and plastic. Everyday she hooks, laces, straps and locks my body within a different arrangement of restraints and confining garments. The only constant is my stainless-steel chastity panties that always remain locked around my pelvis and hold my two plugs deep within me. The panties and plugs are never removed. The plugs are both designed to allow for the elimination of waste and also for hoses to be attached to them from the outside to flush and cleanse me internally. The only time I have been free of the panties and plugs was when they made the cast of my body and then different plugs filled me and their location was very carefully marked on the cast so I'm certain whatever form the new garment she has for me takes it will also include plugs.
The only thing she has told me about this new garment is that it will be much more restrictive and will be permanent. I can't imagine how anything could be more restrictive than all she has used on me before and how can anything be more permanent than these panties she has kept locked on me for these last three years. Braces and corsets have become a necessity for me far beyond Mistresses demand that I wear them. My body has been supported by them for so long now that it has lost the ability to support itself. Whenever she takes them off of me to apply different ones or to bath me she straps my hands to an overhead bar attached to an electric hoist and my head is supported by a halter arrangement attached to the same bar. I hang from the bar while she removes my current braces and corset and applies the new ones. For bathing she straps a mesh harness around my torso and then lifts me into a large Jacuzzi tub. I spend most of my time in an electric wheelchair however I am capable of very limited mobility using crutches with my braces locked holding my body rigidly upright.
At this moment any form of mobility is completely out of the question. I am completely encased in braces and hanging from the overhead hoist in the middle of my dressing room. Two steel cables attach the hoist to rings on the shoulder portions of the molded leather body brace that encases my torso, neck and head. Polished steel bars and bands reinforce the leather and extend down either side of my hips connecting to the steel uprights of the leather leg braces that hold my legs. More leather and steel is wrapped around each of my arms and extends to cover my hands and fingers in a rigid sandwich that resembles the mittens we wore as children. A combination of laces and straps hold all this tightly around my body. A floor to ceiling mirror covers the wall in front of me and the image I see reflected there excites and stimulates me beyond belief. I try to wiggle within my braces and chastity panties to create some movement between my vagina and the dildo that fills it. It would take very little to take me to orgasm but my panties are fiendishly designed to prevent that very thing. The slightest stimulation of my clitoris would be all it would take but as always it's impossible. The dildo is capable of driving me to the most fantastic orgasms through a combination mechanical motion, vibration and electrical stimulation but that is only done under Mistresses control and then she forces me too repeated orgasms until I beg for relief and to be allowed to rest.
Mistress has just come back into the room and asks, "Are you ready to enter your new world?" I know she's not really giving me a choice so I respond with the only acceptable answer, "Yes Mistress". I tremble within my leather and steel shell. I don't know if it's with excitement or fear, probably a combination of both.
She begins to loosen the laces and straps holding the brace to my right arm. She's working quickly as if she is as eager as I have me free of these braces and ready to placed into whatever it is that will replace them. She releases the straps that hold the arm brace to my body brace at my shoulder and slips it from my arm. Immediately she places a cuff around my right wrist and then secures it to the bar hanging from the overhead hoist. She repeats those operations with my left arm and seemingly within moments both of my arms are attached to the overhead bar. She lowers the bar a little to ease the tension on the cables attached to my shoulders and releases both of them. My leg and body braces still hold me rigidly upright but I am unable to balance myself and began to fall backwards. Just as my weight is taken on my arms strapped to the bar she begins raising the hoist and attached bar. I'm pulled back upright and then as the bar continues rising lifted several inches off the floor, hanging by my arms. I try to grip the bar with my fingers but they are so weak I'm unable to hold my weight and find myself supported fully by the padded leather cuffs around my wrists.
This is all part of the procedure I go through at least once a day and sometimes more when she changes my braces and corsets. It is the only respite from the crushing tightness and rigid confinement my body constantly endures. By "permanent" I hope she doesn't mean I'll be denied even this momentary relief. Now she's releasing the straps and laces that holds the front portion of my body and head brace to the rear. Is she really working this much faster than normal or is it my fear that the braces she is removing will be replaced by something actually more restrictive and truly permanent that makes it seem I am being rushed headlong into what is coming.
The front portion of my body brace is now free and as she removes it and without the support under my chin my head falls forward until my chin rests against my chest. All I can see is the cups of my leather corset that hold and confine my breasts. The breasts I yearned for so. I was so excited when she told me she was going to give me breast augmentation surgery and give me 42DDs. Little did I know when I went in for the surgery that as soon as I healed enough to stop wearing the heavy compression bra the doctor prescribed after surgery she would have me continuously wearing an even heavier over bust corset and some form of torso brace that would completely cover my new breasts. I have never had the opportunity to feel and see them move with my body's movement or to touch them with my fingers and hands. I have never touched them but I guess I really shouldn't complain. The touch of her fingers and lips has been exquisite the times she has strapped me to the bed and played with my body, bringing me to heights of sexual joy I never dreamed possible.
The speed at which she is working is unbelievable. My leg braces and the rear portion of my torso brace are off and she is loosening the laces of my corset. She is finished with the laces and I watch her fingers press the sides of my corset busk together and release the clasps is that hold it around me. As she releases the last clasp and opens the front of my corset my breasts spring free from the confinement of their leather cups. The cool air caressing them and the site of them excites me tremendously. I watch as my nipples engorge and grow hard. I would give anything to touch them right now or even more to have Mistress touch them. I shudder with the thought of her touching me but suddenly even more exciting feelings overwhelm me, she is removing my indwelling Foley catheter. She changed it only a couple of days ago so it's not time to again. Do I dare hope she is going to remove my vaginal plug? My excitement grows more as I see her with the key to my chastity panties. I hear the key in the lock on my right side and the slight lessening of the pressure around my waist had she turns the key and releases the lock. Now she's inserting the key on the left and she turns the key to release the lock and the constant pressure around my waist and pelvis is gone completely. My plugs still fill me and hold the panties in place but the pressure I have known constantly for three years is gone. She begins to pull the back of the panties away from my body and as she works the larger inner portion of my rear plug stretches me. It's only slightly uncomfortable but so exciting as it slowly exits my body. I savor the feeling as it continues its slow journey out of me and then suddenly it's free and now she slowly moves the panties down and away from me in front. I am so wet with excitement the dildo slides smoothly and easily from my pussy and suddenly I am free, totally and completely free.
There is a loud clatter as Mistress lets my panties fault of the floor. Time seems to standstill. My head still lolls helplessly forward and all I can see are my breasts with my excited nipples, hard and eager. Mistresses hand comes into my view and cups my right breast as her lips take my left nipple into her warm mouth. At the same instant her other hand cups my mound and her finger gently strokes my clit. The feeling is exquisite and I want to savor them but my body won't wait and within seconds I explode into the most marvelous orgasm I have ever known. Hanging from the bar I shudder and tremble as spasms of ecstasy rush throughout my body. Mistresses hands hold me tight and she sucks hard on my nipple and breast filling her mouth. Her finger slips inside me as her thumb now caresses my clit. The first orgasm doesn't even begin to subside before another builds from the heights I had already reached and I am taken places I didn't know existed. She holds me in her hands and mouth as I thrash uncontrollably, shout and moan with my joy.
Tears of joy and satisfaction stream done my cheeks and my body quivers with the after effects of what Mistress has done for me. I am aware of her hands and lips leaving me but I keep my eyes clinched shut reliving every second of the wondrous feelings she created within me. I hear her moving something across the floor and try to prepare myself for being imprisoned within whatever new garment or device she has had built for me. I can hear her doing something right in front of the and then I feel her lifting my legs. I feel something soft and warm pressing on the backs of my knees and calves and when I open my eyes I see Mistress seated directly in front of me with my legs resting over her shoulders. Her face is between my thighs and she leans forward slightly and brushes my clit with the tip of her tongue. More spasms shoot through me at her touch and she reaches around holding me tight and pulls her face and mouth closely against me. No words can ever describe the feelings as her tongue and lips explore my womanhood, caressing, sucking, probing, loving. Orgasm after orgasm sweep me into a heaven of sexual bliss.
A fog of happiness and wonder envelopes me until I am finally vaguely aware of her releasing me and moving away. From somewhere far away I hear her voice, "Hang onto those feelings Dear, your body will never feel my touch again. You'll never feel the touch of any person again. You might want to take a good look at yourself in the mirror also. It's your last opportunity". My eyes snap open and she is standing in front of me. She places the halter over my head and attaches it to the bar so my head is held up and I can see across the room. I look in the mirror and am again amazed at the body I see there. The combination of breast augmentation, hormone therapy., surgical removal of my two bottom ribs on each side and corset training has given me a figure to be envied by any genetic woman. My breasts and pussy were surgically created but the surgeon did beautiful work and the hairless state of my genital area makes his work even more obvious. That is the other striking aspect of my body, the complete absence of hair. Extensive electrolysis has left me completely hairless, body, head and facial, permanently. She had even my eyebrows and eye lashes removed. I normally wear false eyelashes and my eyebrows are tattooed in place along with the rest of my eye make-up and lipstick. Now she reaches up and removes my eyelashes and quickly removes any remaining adhesive with a cotton ball and cold cream. She leaves me staring at myself in the mirror and goes into the other room only to return almost immediately pushing a wheeled hospital gurney. On the gurney is what must be the new "garment" she has prepared for me, been preparing me for.
Garment hardly describes what rests on that gurney. It looks like a body or mannequin only the surface has no resemblance to skin. It is shiny, polished stainless-steel. It is a complete steel mannequin from the feet incorporating unbelievably high ballet heels to the complete head and face. I know without a word from her that it is hollow and will soon contain my body, it will contain me. Permanently? No that isn't possible. I can see the joint between the front and back halves is made up of matching flanges on both halves with holes for screws every inch or so. It will take a lot of screws to hold it together but they can always be removed. The flanges for joining the halves runs all the way around the sides of the head and body and around the inside and outside of the arms and legs with a smaller flange around the hand and fingers.
As I stare at the shell that will enclose me new excitement builds within. It will certainly be more confining than anything she has yet put on me. Memories of fiction I have read about rigid enclosure race through my mind. I try to see all I can about my new steel catsuit as she lifts the front half off and leans it against the wall. It's obviously very heavy and it's rigidity is obvious both from the material it is constructed from and the complete lack of any joints. The torso and neck of the braces I have been wearing for three years have been rigid but this is total and it's unimaginable to me that I will be held totally rigid, my whole body immovable. The hands look like hands instead of mittens, albeit steel hands and the feet the same. Each finger and toe is a steel cocoon that will encase my digits in it's unyielding embrace. My whole body encased in steel. There are numerous round fittings at various places on the surface of the suit. They look like attachment points for hoses. There must be 20 or 30 of them
I'm surprised to see that the inside isn't the same shiny steel surface but is instead a matt black finish. It looks completely smooth and appears like it might be rubber. I can't see inside the chest portion of the front but each of the shiny breasts has a extra little dome and fitting of some type on the outside, like greatly enlarged and protruding nipples with a small hose connection. Short wires also lead from each of the little domes. My breasts look even larger in steel than in the flesh. On the outside of the stomach portion are four protruding studs and a row of electrical connections, the type that a circuit board would plug into. I'm relieved to see that instead of plugs or dildos it has large round openings at those two critical spots. The openings are each surrounded by a ring of small holes so I guess she'll be able to screw a cover over them or more likely screw something in place that will be inside me. A ring of what appears to be thin black rubber encircles each opening and the small holes pass through the rubber and then into the steel of the shell. Are these seals to make the shell air or water tight?
The part that worries me most is the head. It is complete and will totally enclose my head and face with no apparent joints or opening except for a round opening over the mouth with another ring of small holes around it and the same rubber seal. Two small holes at the nostrils and the eyes look like they are glass. The shiny face I see is the same as the one I see in the mirror, mine.
I have so many questions about what is in store for me but as soon as my lips part to speak her expression reminds me that our rule of my not speaking without permission is very much in effect. Discretion is my best course as I have learned the hard way so I remain silent, my questions will all be answered in due course.
She lifts the rear portion from the table and places it upright behind me and places a Velcro strap around the shell and me at my waist to hold it in place as she begins to install me inside. She lifts my feet and places them inside the built in high heels first. This portion comes about half way on my feet and my feet fit inside perfectly. She raises the bar and as my knees straighten my legs begin to slip back into the steel shell awaiting them. Pressure from Mistress forces my thighs partially into the waiting void and my hips and cheeks begin to slip into place.
The feel of the shell on my body is cool but not the cold embrace of steel I had expected. The lining must be rubber of some kind. Now she places wide straps around my upper thighs, pelvis, waist and above and below my breasts. She releases my wrists from the bar and takes the cuffs off and places my arms into the recesses of my shell, placing straps around my upper and lower arms as well. A final strap goes around my forehead holding it in the portion of the shell meant to receive it. I am almost in place within the shell but it is clear my body is going to require some encouragement to fit completely inside even just this rear portion.
The rear portion actually extends beyond the midline of my body in all places except my head where it is behind my midline. The opening for me to be put into this part is smaller than the middle of my body but once she forces me past the opening I'll expand out to fill the shell and will be firmly in place. She raises the bar over me a little more to stretch my neck and body and begins tightening all the straps she placed around me. With each pull on the straps a little more of me slips inside. The edges are smooth and there is no discomfort, only pressure as I am forced deeper within the shell. My thighs and hips finally slip all the way in and the pressure from my feet to my waist is absolutely uniform now. My cheeks and hips are held as firmly and rigidly as they were in my chastity panties. The pressure in the area between my legs is now more what I am used to and it is actually a relief to be held in the way I have become so accustomed to. A few more tugs on the upper straps and my upper torso is held just as firmly. A little work with my arms and now they are completely in their portion of the shell and the totally rigid grip on them and my shoulders is a new and welcome feeling. She begins releasing and removing the straps she used to pull me into the shell and the feeling is completely secure without them. I try to wiggle to seat myself even deeper but any movement is impossible. She wasn't kidding about the level of confinement being higher, I'm not even completely enclosed yet.
She attaches the two cables from the hoist to small rings at my shoulders and relaxes the tension on the halter supporting my head and then removes it. The strap across my forehead still holds my head firmly in place however. She activates the hoist and lifts me almost to the ceiling. As I sway in space she moves the wheeled gurney that had held my new outer body behind me. She pushes the gurney against me from behind and at the same time begins lowering the hoist. As the cable plays out I am lowered onto the gurney on my back and soon am lying horizontal and I assume ready for the application of the rest of the shell. I feel my body settle even more snuggly within the shell.
I had closed my eyes when she tipped me back and I lost sight of my reflection in the mirror. Now I have opened them again and see my reflection in the mirrored tiles covering the ceiling. I'm thrilled to be able to see my entire body lying in its steel cradle and I can see everything she is doing. I see her lift the front portion of the shell onto a wheeled cart and position it there with the open side down. I see now that the small domes I had noticed at the apex of each breast on the shell are removable and she has taken them off and set them aside. It's reassuring to know that they are removable and my nipples will be accessible for any marvelous little games she may want to play with them. A ring of holes and the same black rubber seal around the edge of each dome tells me that they will also be screwed in place.
Now she rolls the cart over alongside me. She squeezes my cheeks signaling me to open my mouth. She removes my upper and lower dentures. She had all my teeth removed a couple of years ago and fitted me with both upper and lower plates containing cosmetically perfect teeth. Now she detaches the cables from my shoulders and attaches them to other rings on the front portion of the shell. It all seems to be happening so fast and within seconds the portion that will seal me within this steel shell is positioned directly over me. This is the first good look of gotten at the inside of either portion of the shell and I can see now that it is definitely lined with thin, slightly textured rubber. The surface of the rubber looks a little different in some spots, like it is a different material. In the recesses that will hold my breasts there is a ring of the different material around the opening where she removed the domes and also at what will be the base of my breasts. There are also similar spots in the area that will cover my groin and abdomen. There are what look like patterns of tiny holes in the inside surface adjacent to the round fittings I had seen on the outside surface.
I'm trying to see all I can of the inside but quickly my view is blocked as she lowers it closer and closer to me. Now I can see nothing except through the glass eyes as my face is surrounded by the steel mask that will enclose it. New tremors advance through my body as I feel myself being totally enclosed in steel. The weight of the front portion resting on me applies extra pressure everywhere except over my chest and breasts and I wonder how much greater that pressure will shortly become.
She now retrieves straps hanging from the side of the gurney, draws them over me and attaches them to ratchet devices on the other side. There must be at least ten of them positioned over me from head to foot. Now I know how she will tighten the shell on me before screwing the two halves together. She begins tightening each strap a little at a time. Excitement and apprehension vie for my attention as the two halves of my shell come closer to their ultimate mating that will seal me within. The pressure on every portion of my body increases except over my chest and at my jaw. I can still open my mouth easily. Amazingly there is no pinching or pain, only the steadily increasing pressure. The pressure is greatest over my stomach and abdomen and I feel as if my pussy is being pushed out through the opening surrounding it.
The view through my new glass eyes is clear but limited of course to only straight ahead. She has stopped tightening the straps and is checking the joints everywhere to see if the halves are properly mated. A few more clicks on the straps over my abdomen increases the pressure even more there but now she seems satisfied and retrieves an electric screw-gun and a box of what I assume are the screws that will seal me inside. She holds the box of screws in front of my eyes and I read the label. The apprehension I was feeling now approaches panic as the words on the label register, "Tungsten-Carbide, non-removable, break-off, security screws".
Rules are forgotten as I blurt out, "Please Mistress, you must have some way of removing this. You can't seal me in this forever".
I know I shouldn't have spoken but surprisingly she doesn't seem upset. She disappears from sight for a few moments and returns holding a new object. It's a steel ring with a sleeve of some kind attached. The ring looks like it will fit the opening around my mouth and I guess I won't be speaking without permission anymore. That's right, she places the sleeve against my lips and I open wide. Resistance would be futile and only prolong the inevitable. The sleeve is made of a semi rigid plastic and extends just past my gums into my mouth. It holds my mouth wide open and my gums nestle into a soft ring obviously designed to accept them. This probably wouldn't prevent me from talking or at least making noises but I'm not about to experiment with that right now. Now I know why the mask seemed loose around my jaw. She intends for my mouth to be held open, apparently permanently. She takes one of the screws from the box and starts it into one of the holes that will seal the ring and this sleeve in my mouth. She applies the screwgun to the screw and it spins freely until the screw seats completely. Then it begins to labor, cinching the screw tightly in place. A little snap or click and the screwgun runs freely again, the head of the screw has snapped off and is now firmly and irremovably in place. She quickly installs the other five screws that will hold this sleeve forever in my mouth.
Now she's holding a new item in front of me, a large, very realistic dildo with some sort of flange around the base of it. The flange at the base is not the only odd feature of the dildo. A clear plastic tube extends from both ends. The portion protruding from the head has some sort of collar around the end and the other end has a small squeeze bulb attached, like the ones she uses to inflate my pump gags, only smaller. Several wires also extend from the base of the dildo. I'm certain that the dildo is a gag that will be filling my mouth soon and the tube will reach far down my throat.
Before I even have the opportunity to speak again she takes a small aerosol can and sprays it through the sleeve holding my mouth open. The spray hits the back of my throat and instantly the inside of my throat is completely numb. She is fitting a curved metal tube over the portion of tubing extending beyond the head of the dildo. It is open on the side and slips over the tube from the side. Without a moments hesitation she passes the tube metal tube and the plastic tube it holds through my mouth and down my throat. The spray that numbed me prevents my gagging but now I can feel the tube deep inside my throat and it's a frightening feeling. She slips the metal tube to the side and frees the plastic tubing and then withdraws the metal one. Now she continues to feed the tube deeper and the dildo slips in and fills my mouth. As the flange meets the ring surrounding my lips she gives it a slight twist and I hear the flange lock the dildo and tube in place.
My tongue is pressed flat against the floor of my mouth and the penis gag fills my mouth. Speech is now entirely impossible. Air flows freely through the tube now resting deep in my windpipe but I have no sensation of air passing through my mouth or nose. I try to explore the intruder with my tongue but so little movement is possible I can only feel that it is rigid and firm with a slight softness to the surface, exactly like an erect cock, like my cock had felt before its surgical conversion to my vagina. It extends deep inside my mouth and completely fills it.
She is pumping the little squeeze bulb now and I feel the collar at the end of the tube expanding and filling my windpipe. The feel of it is uncomfortable and yet excites me as another part of me is filled and yet more of my normal functions come under her complete control. I know from reading that tubes like this are used when a person is placed on a breathing machine and I find myself hoping that is what she has planned for me. She takes the wires hanging free and plugs them into tiny sockets at my neck, on the surface of my shell.
While I have been investigating the occupant of my mouth and pondering what she has planned for me Mistress has retrieved some more tubes of some kind. There are two of them and they are smaller than the tube running through my penis gag and down my windpipe. She doesn't give me any time to wonder where they are going. She immediately feeds one of them through a hole in my face mask aligned with my right nostril. I feel it being forced through my nasal passage and then the tip reaches the area of my throat she numbed and all I feel is the friction of the tubing in my nasal passage as she continues to feed it deep inside me. By the amount of tubing she has fed into me it must be all the way in my stomach by the time she quits and picks up the other tube. This one is quickly fed into my left nostril and she repeats the same procedure until it is also deep inside me.
I'm not sure of the anatomy of my windpipe and esophagus but they are both uncomfortably filled with plastic tubes now. I know I should be disturbed by the discomfort and my increased helplessness but I find myself even more excited and also strangely satisfied and content as she continues to increase her total control over me.
She has begun more work with her screwgun. My attention is once again drawn to her activities as I hear the screwgun drive the next screw in place. I can feel nothing of what she is doing but I can see in the mirror that she is working between my legs. I have never felt so helpless and totally under her control as now. The soft click of the screwhead breaking off sends chills throughout me. She wasn't joking, this is really going to be permanent. Each new screw she installs seals me more irrevocably within this steel prison.
The holes for the screws are spaced about an inch apart so it will take hundreds of screws to complete my installation within the shell. So many screws are surely not necessary to hold the shell securely about my body but the sheer volume of fasteners being used makes the permanence and completeness of my enclosure all the more real as she continues working down the inside of my right leg. She has installed the 10 or 12 screws on the inside of my upper right leg and now is working down my left leg. The knowledge that my womanhood is the first part of me sealed within the shell adds to my feelings of complete helplessness.
She's working with a comfortable rhythm and in only a few minutes the inside of both my legs is sealed permanently from my crotch to my knees. Now she moves to my waist on the right side and begins working down from there. As each screw seats tightly and the head snaps off I feel the enormity of what she is doing more strongly. I am afraid and yet terribly excited as she seals me within my new shell. I feel my juices flowing and running down inside the steel surrounding my pussy.
With each breath I take in my chest rises and my breasts fill their steel cups. The feeling is sumptuous. My nipples are hard and engorged and they protrude through the small opening at the tip of each cup. I wonder just what she has in mind for them. The little domes with the hose fittings and wires she removed earlier must have some special purpose.
She works down to my knee on the right and then begins at my waist on the left. The screws quickly slip in place and lock the steel to my body. Any movement within the shell is impossible as I strain against it's rigid embrace. My pussy is burning with the need for release.
She has completed screwing my pelvis forever inside and puts the screwgun aside. She leans over me and I feel her sweet breath caress my aching pussy. Her head blocks my view but I am no longer able to absorb any input but the feel of her gently blowing on my eager womanhood. My body is as rigid as the steel enclosing it and would be trembling uncontrollably if my encasement would allow any movement. Her breath is stronger and warmer as her lips approach me. I try to force myself out through the opening in the shell to meet her mouth but of course that is impossible. I can see her hands resting on my belly and thigh but no feeling is transmitted through the steel covering them. I need her touch as I have never needed anything before. Unintelligible sounds erupt from behind my penis gag as I try to form the words to beg her to touch me. She knows what she is doing to me and time stands still as he teases me and I moan in frustration and unrequited desire.
She finally stand up and picks up a hand mirror from the table beside my gurney. She positions it so I can see my pussy and I see my clit and lips are quivering as juices flow freely from me. Her voice is muffled by the steel covering my head but her words are clear and terrifying, "I said you would never feel my touch again. Good bye sweet pussy, good bye forever". Suddenly the mirror is gone and she is holding a different item, an item that terrifies me even more than her words. A dildo, but not like any I have ever seen or even imagined existed. I don't know which is more awesome, it's size or it's appearance. Or the flange around the base with the pattern of holes that will match the holes on my shell surrounding my pussy. Holes that will accommodate the screws that will hold it evermore within me.
It's larger than any I have ever seen and I can't imagine it fitting inside me. It appears even more enormous because it is made of glistening stainless steel so it can't possibly conform to the shape of my vagina, I will have to conform to it. I can see some small opening in it's surface and the surface isn't continuous but appears to be made of a series of curved steel plates, all joined by some internal structure. The spaces between the plates are smooth rubber leaving the outside surface completely smooth and unbroken except for numerous very small holes. Maybe it will conform to my inside shape after all? A group of wires and tubes extend from the base that will be all that's exposed once it is installed inside me.
Mistress turns it over and around in front of my face so I have a good look at all of it. Now she lays it down on the table beside me and begins attaching the wires and tubes to a the inside of some sort of box lying beside it. The box is only about 3 inches deep but 8 or 10 inches wide and long. All the corners and edges are rounded and curved, even the edges of the open side. It is made of the same stainless steel as everything else. The shape of the open side looks it might mate with the abdomen section of my shell. Yes, I think it will because I see a row of PC connectors that look compatible with the female connectors on the front of my shell. The inside of the box is crammed with electronic and mechanical components.
I hear her voice penetrate the steel enclosing me, "I know you are curious Dear. I'll give you a little demonstration of your new insert". She has a small remote control unit in her hand as she manipulates the buttons on it I watch with fascination the reactions of "my insert". First it slowly begins to shrink in size until it is a more normal and realistic size. It still isn't small enough to be comfortable but the spaces between the plates are only the thickness of a hair so it won't go any smaller. As she presses different buttons and combinations of buttons it grows and shrinks in both diameter and length independently. Slowly at first and then more rapidly until it is pulsating between it's smallest and a gigantic extreme even larger than the size when I first saw it. Suddenly it begins to bounce around on the table as she activates what I guess you could call it's vibrator. Vibrator hardly seems to describe that action as it bounces more than an inch off the table. She turns a knob on the remote and the frequency of the vibration increases and decreases. I can't imagine that thing sealed inside me but soon I won't have to imagine it.
Her voice breaks in to my fixation on the action of my insert, "I can't demonstrate the other wonderful capabilities of your insert yet. That part isn't obvious visibly but will be VERY obvious to you later. Each individual plate is connected to separate channels of an EMS, an electronic muscle stimulator, and will electrically stimulate you internally. The insert for you other hole is very similar to this one with all the same functions and also has provisions to give you power enemas. You lucky girl".
Now I see the other insert. It is very similar only the end of it is open, it must be hollow to allow the passage of fluids and other material in and out of me. It is also much narrower right behind the flange, typical of most butt plugs. The wires and tubes to it are enclosed in a flexible steel sheath for the first few inches after they emerge from the insert. She begins attaching them to the inside of the box. She has turned off my pussy insert and it lies inert on the table but I can't take my eyes off it. What will it be like to have that thing going wild inside me and causing my body to go wild inside it's steel enclosure? Anticipation, curiosity, fear, dread, excitement, arousal, all emotions that fill my mind as surely as my inserts will fill my body.
She has completed the connections and I watch as she tests the insert. It duplicates the actions of the other and tries to bounce from the table, restrained by the wires and tubes connected to the box. Now she has activated my pussy insert again and they both dance on the surface of the table. I feel my pussy lips and clits quiver with desire at the thought of all that energy and movement being confined within me.
She turns them off and lifts the whole assembly of the box and attached inserts. She turns the box over and places it on my belly, open side down. Now I can see that it will mate perfectly when she slides it down a little further. An extension on the lower edge of the box will cover my pussy and conceal the wires to the insert. The extension has another of the round (hose?)fittings centered on it. She takes the pussy insert and I see her hesitate slightly as she moves it toward my eager pussy. Her hesitation is only momentary and I feel the tip of the insert touch my lips. I am soaking and ready and it slips easily inside me. Oh, what a marvelous feeling as it slides deeper and deeper within me. I shiver inside my shell as wondrous feelings overwhelm me. I try to suck it into me even faster to fill me completely. She must have it at it's smallest size because all to soon it's movement stops. The ring must be against the opening of my shell. I want more, I want it to fill me more fully. My clit aches to be touched but nothing touches it. I squeeze down on the insert to heighten the feelings. If it were only a little bigger or if it touched my clit I know I would come but now I can't quite make it.
She is doing something else, I see her slipping a tube into the base of the insert. A slight burning tells me that she is working a Foley catheter into my urethra. Soon the familiar feeling tells me that it is in place in my bladder as I feel myself empty.
I see her hand return into my view with the screwgun. She installs the first screw and I shudder as the head snaps off, leaving it permanently in place and my insert permanently in place inside me. She moves around the ring, placing screws in each hole and driving them in place. The click of each breaking off excites me even more. I squeeze as tight as I can on the insert and try to wiggle myself around it but I'm unable to create any movement or friction between it and my pussy or touch my clit against anything.
All the screws are in place and now she slides the box down a little on me. The extension covers my pussy, covers the base of the insert that fills my pussy. The studs on the shell slip through the holes on the flange surrounding the open edge of the box and she presses down on the box to mate the connectors on the box with those on my shell. I don't know why the box is electrically connected to my shell but I most assuredly will find out soon. She applies nuts to the studs and now the box is bolted securely to my shell and me.
I see her slipping my rear insert between my legs and now all I can see is the armored cover leaving the box that contains it's control wires and tubes. She is working under the gurney now and suddenly it's apparent that there is an opening in the top of the gurney. I feel her fingers apply lubricant to my butt hole. She works it deep inside me and now something cool and hard is pressing against me. I try to force myself to relax as my sphincter instinctively tightens to keep the intruder out. I am partially successful and Mistresses pressure forces the insert into me. It goes in much harder than my pussy insert but soon my sphincter is able to tighten around the narrower portion next to the flange and it is comfortably in place. I feel so full and oddly enough I feel a completeness and satisfaction I have never known. I want so to feel my inserts alive in me but I know that this is the feeling that will be with me forever and it is marvelous. I hear her working with the screwgun and my feelings of contentment grow with the click of each screw.
She comes back in view from under the gurney and I know the installation of my inserts is now complete. I moan with joy and anticipation as I see her pick up the remote. I watch her set a couple of knobs on the remote and then press one of the many buttons.
OHHHHH!!!!!!! Both inserts begin to grow within me. They expand and lengthen, filling me more and more wonderfully. This is fantastic, I have never felt anything more wondrous. No words can describe the feelings that fill me as they grow inside me. I feel as if I am about to burst and now I feel a slight pressure on my clit and a gentle vibration begins to stroke my clit alone. Oh yes, that is just what I need. I feel the orgasm begin to build. It feels fabulous. I tighten my pussy around my wonderful new friend. Suddenly the vibration is gone and also the touch against my clit. The inserts have begun to shrink. NO, not yet. Please, not yet. Please, let me come!
They continue to shrink until they have returned to their original size. I tighten myself around them and try to find any way to move and stimulate myself but all my efforts are futile. I relax and try to resign myself to what almost was. In a few moments they begin to grow again. Maybe this time they will remain large and the vibrations against my clit will continue long enough to trigger the response I yearn for. It seems to be taking forever as they slowly swell inside me. I try to concentrate on every minute feeling as the inserts grow and fill me with their presence. I am so ready. Dozens of times I think I detect the first slight touch against my clit but I am anticipating what hasn't happened yet. There, It's not my imagination as the insert finally presses against my most sensitive site and the vibration begins again. My body tenses and shudders with excitement inside my shell as the feeling overwhelms me. I'm so close now. I tighten myself around my pussy insert to heighten the sensations a little more and suddenly the vibration stops and they both begin to shrink again. I'm devastated with disappointment and frustration.
As they continue to shrink I notice that Mistress is working up the right side of my torso, installing more screws. She seems completely oblivious of the torment going on within the shell she is continuing to secure me within. I know she is completely aware of what she is doing to me and her seeming disregard of my frustration makes the feelings even more intense. Now she's working on the left side of my torso and softly whistling as she works.
I feel the swelling begin again inside me and my attention is riveted to the feelings it creates deep within me. Maybe if I squeeze myself tight around the pussy insert as it grows that will enhance it's action enough for me to orgasm.
Something strange is going on. It's like I'm loosing the muscle tone in my pussy. I can't hold myself tight around the insert. The tighter I squeeze the less affect it has. It's like the insert is getting smaller again. It is getting smaller. When I squeezed it stopped growing and began to shrink. My other insert is shrinking too. Every time I tighten my pussy it stops and returns to it's smallest size. It must be able to sense my actions and she has built in the most cruel response possible. I'll try to just relax and not squeeze it at all.
It just been a few seconds and they are both growing again. Relax, don't do anything, let the inserts do it all. The urge to tighten on the insert is almost overwhelming. I keep telling myself to relax and let the insert do it all. It's almost it's full size now and should begin pressing on my clit any moment. I quiver with anticipation. I think I can feel it just barely caressing me now. Oh yes, and there's the vibration. I will myself to remain relaxed and it's working. The feeling is marvelous and my orgasm is building within me. the vibration is very mild but it's doing the job.
I'm so close now. My limbs are straining against the shell enclosing me. I'm trying to keep my torso and especially my pelvis relaxed but I need to feel the plug move within me. If only I could force myself down over it more or suck it deeper within me. It seemed so enormous but now I want it larger, longer, further inside me. If only it would move.
No, it's fine the way it is. The vibration is enough. My orgasm is building and now no amount of self control can keep my pelvis still. I quiver and tremble within the shell. I'm almost there. Oh yes, almost, It's coming, I'm coming!
OH NO! It's stopped! They are shrinking. An agonizing moan slips past my gag and fills the steel helmet covering my head. I open my eyes and see Mistresses face filling my view. Her sly grin tells me that she knows exactly what has been going on inside the shell she has created and sealed me within. She is speaking and her muffled voice explains what she has been doing to me, what she has programmed my shell to do to me.
"It is impossible for you to orgasm without tensing your pussy and your insert can sense the extra pressure when you tense. I have it set to shut off as soon as it senses you about to climax. That is just one of the multitude of functions your inserts and shell are capable of and you will experience all of their capabilities in due time. I'm only about half way finished with your permanent installation in your shell so I'll let you feel some of the other things that the inserts and shell can do for you while I complete my work."
She rolls another cart alongside my gurney. There is some sort of device on the cart. It is a square metal box a couple of feet square with all sorts of controls on the front and a hose similar to a vacuum cleaner hose attached to it. I can see the words "Siemens' Servo 900C Ventilator" stenciled on the front of the device. She takes a wire attached to the front of the box and plugs the other end of it to a small jack on the front of the control box attached to my belly. Now she's attaching the hose to my mouth, to the tube that runs through my penis gag and is secured deep in my windpipe. Suddenly I can't draw air through the gag anymore and I discover that I can't breathe through my nose with the tube sealed in my windpipe. I'm starting to panic when she activates a switch on the ventilator and I feel my lungs fill with air. There is no sensation of air flowing through my nose or mouth or even my throat but my lungs are being forcibly filled.
The ventilator is forcing air through my gag to fill my lungs and then holding it within me, I can't exhale. It's like I'm holding my breath, being forced to hold it. After a few seconds it cycles and the air is sucked from my lungs by the device that has now taken over my breathing for me. I'm now even more helpless and under her control. I am thrilled
As air is forced into my lungs again I notice a different feeling in my chest and breasts. It must be forcing much more air into my lungs than my normal breathing. Before the shell wasn't tight around my chest and the steel cups didn't squeeze my breasts in a tight embrace. Now as my lungs inflate I fill the upper chest portion of the shell to bursting. I look in the mirror above me and see my nipples being forced out through the small openings at the tip of each cup. When the ventilator sucks the air from my lungs my breasts pull back within their cups and my nipples disappear inside only to be forced out again with the next breath.
There she is again and she's holding one of those small domes she removed from the breast cups earlier. I'm about to find out what they do. She plugs the hose and wires from it into openings on the lower part of my right breast cup and then places it over my right nipple. Now she's opening a door on the front of the control box on my belly that I hadn't noticed before. There are a mass of small switches and knobs behind the door. She adjusts a few of the knobs and moves a couple of the switches.
As the ventilator fills my lungs again she places the dome directly on my nipple and I feel my nipple being sucked firmly into the dome. The hose to the dome must be supplying a vacuum to my nipple. I can almost hear a "plop" as my nipple is pulled through the narrow neck and fills the cavity the suction has drawn it into. As the air is drawn from my lungs the suction on my nipple holds it firmly. The pull on my nipple and breast is even stronger as my chest is forced to diminish in size. The times that Mistress has sucked on my nipples I have yearned for her to suck harder yet but I never imagined any feeling like this It is exciting and marvelous as my shell and ventilator combine to massage my nipple. She attaches the hose and wires of the other dome to my shell and places it over my left nipple. The suction pulls it into it's cavity and it expands to fill the space provided for it. The combination of suction and tension pulling on my breasts and nipples with each breath brings me close to the orgasm I had been denied by my inserts. My breasts have never felt so sensitive.
Mistress is installing the screws to seal the nipple chambers over my breasts now and I see that these are the same as the others. She obviously doesn't plan to ignore the body she has sealed inside this steel shell and I have never felt such excitement and anticipation. But I find tears forming as I think of her never touching my nipples or breasts again. The sound of the screws breaking off intensifies my feelings and the tears burn my eyes as they flow more freely inside my steel shell. I close my eyes tightly and try to control my tears and the feelings of loss as my body s now completely blocked from her touch.
She has completed installing the screws that hold my nipple chambers in place and now is working with another box on the lower shelf of the cart that holds my ventilator. I can't see much of it but I can see four dials, two marked "Fill" and two marked "Evacuate". It also has a large diameter hose attached, actually several of them. One leads from the box and is attached to a second hose at the other end. The second hose leads to a cylindrical tank, also on the lower shelf of the cart. At the end where the two hoses join is a flat plate of some kind with a large hole in the middle. It looks like it is meant to join or mate with something else. She has taken the two hoses running through my nostrils and attached them to the box. Now she takes the end where the two large hoses meet and is doing something under my gurney with it. I can faintly hear the sound of metal joining with metal but I can't feel anything being attached to me. Then I hear the unmistakable sound of her screwgun and the click of permanent screws breaking off as they are driven home. I guess I wouldn't be able to feel anything being attached to my shell. The only thing I can think of that she could be doing is attaching the hose to my rear insert or to my opening there. She said something about power enemas. Is that what she's preparing for me, or preparing me for?
She has completed whatever she was doing under me and is squatting down doing something with the controls on the lower box, the box the hoses running underneath me are connected to. I can see the hoses disappearing under me, the two leading to and through my nostrils and the one attached to my gag that is forcing air in and out of my lungs. The constant pressure on my nipples and the pull on them and my breasts as I exhale is stimulating and arousing me even further. The question of what the other hoses will do only adds to my anticipation and excitement.
Now she has a wire attached to the box on lower shelf of the cart and she's plugging it into a socket on the control box on my belly. She takes another wire and plugs it into a socket on the ventilator and the other end to the lower box. I can't imagine why all these devices are wired together and to my shell unless they are all designed to operate together in some way. Everything is interconnected and connected to me.
She flips a couple of switches on the box attached to the hoses and two green indicator lights come on but nothing else happens that I'm aware of. She has picked up the screwgun again and I guess she is going to install the rest of the screws to seal me inside. She hasn't started yet though. She's leaning over my face saying something. I can barely hear her voice but I can make out the words, "Now you will be forced to climax. The pressure sensors will detect you tensing your pussy and will increase all of the actions being applied to you instead shutting them down. Enjoy my darling, you are about to experience the first taste of your new life, your life of stimulation and sensation".
She presses a pushbutton on the front of my ventilator and another light on the lower box illuminates and now she goes about her work screwing me forever in my shell. I'm still not aware of any new sensations except my breathing seems to be slower. Yes, it is slower and also my lungs are being filled more fully. My chest and breasts are pressed tighter within the shell with each inhalation and I think more air is being sucked from my lungs with each exhalation. The pull on my nipples is stronger as the air is drawn from me and my chest tries to shrink. It feels wonderful and now I feel something else. My inserts are growing as I inhale. They grow while I inhale and then shrink as I exhale and the tension on my nipples replaces the feel of my inserts. My stimulation shifts from my pussy and ass to my breasts with each breath. My inserts don't just grow, they pulsate and quiver within me as they enlarge. This is the most marvelous sensation I have ever known.
They seem to grow a little larger with each breath and fill me more completely. My shell almost feels like it's shrinking as I inhale. More air must be being forced into my lungs now because my shell grips my chest and breasts in a much tighter embrace now. My abdomen is held much tighter too. Only when I inhale though. It feels like my rear insert is growing and filling my whole belly. How can that be? THE HOSES! My bowels are being filled with fluid as my lungs are filled with air and then it is being sucked out of me with the air from my lungs. I'm being given an enema with each breath. Is she filling and emptying my stomach with the two hoses through my nose? I'm not sure but the feeling in my lower body make me believe she is. I have never imagined such a thing being arousing but it is. It is absolutely fantastic. I'm aware of another new and unique feeling. My bladder feels full as I inhale and I feel myself emptying as I exhale. I don't know if it's from the fluid filling my bowels or if she is using my catheter to fill even my bladder. I didn't notice her attaching my drainage tube to anything but so much was going on I might well have missed her doing it.
In the few minutes I have been pondering these new feelings they have grown even stronger. The pressure I feel as I am filled with air, fluid and my steel inserts would surely be disastrous if I wasn't held so securely within my steel shell. My shell is the only thing preventing me from exploding. She can make my shell vastly tighter than any of my corsets ever were by filling me inside it and making my body larger instead of having to make the shell smaller. The pressure is unbelievably severe but there is no pain like there was whenever she laced me to new tightness in my corsets. The pressure is uniform over my entire torso as my lungs, stomach, bowels and bladder are all expanded within me. I wonder what it is doing to some of my other organs but I know Mistress would never do anything to injure me and I wouldn't be so pain free if damage were being done.
I have been so engrossed in the feelings of compression that I almost didn't notice what's going on with another of my organs, my sexual organs. Now that my attention is drawn there my awareness is overpowering all of the other sensations. My pussy insert isn't just growing with each breath. It expands in girth but grows in length much more. It doesn't just become longer but drives deeper within me in a series of short thrusts, each deeper and more satisfying. As I exhale it shrinks but again does it in a series of short pulses, withdrawing but never leaving me.
It's now lightly touching my clit. The pressure against it is constant as the insert grows and contracts. It's not just pressure but a gentle vibration, very slow and gentle, almost a caress. It is amazing to me how the insert can drive itself forcefully into my pussy and at the same time caress my clit so gently. I could orgasm so easily now but I try to hold myself back and experience all that Mistress has planned for me, all that my remarkable shell and inserts can do for me.
New sensations! An almost imperceptible tingling on my nipples, clit and inside my vagina and butt hole. The feeling is constant and not related to my breathing as are the other sensations. I know the feeling from past experience. It's from electrical muscle stimulation. My breathing pattern is changing too. The air (and the fluids) is forced into me faster now and then held for a few seconds until it is withdrawn. My inserts grow faster also but they aren't stationary while the air and fluids are held within me, far from it. They both pulsate and ripple inside me, giving the feeling that they are driving ever deeper into the center of my body and being. The vibration against my clit is getting stronger, much more than a caress now.
The tingling is getting stronger with each breath. It's much more than tingling now. My nipples and clit are beginning to feel tense and to vibrate with the frequency of the electrical current. It's like they are being lightly pinched. The feeling inside me from my inserts is phenomenal. The current flowing from them into me flows up and down the inserts in time with their rippling motion. It heightens the feeling of them being driven deeper and deeper within me and my orifices are vibrating and pulsating from my own muscles contracting in reaction the electricity flowing through me.
My nipples and clit feel like they are being held firmly now, squeezed and vibrated at the same time. Now when my chest expands with each breath and my breasts fill my steel cups an electrical current flows through them. The strong tingling, vibration and the feeling of being tightly squeezed encompasses my entire breasts. I feel the electricity flowing into me throughout my pelvis now. My belly, buns, hips, my whole lower body is being gripped and massaged by the flow.
I can't resist what is being done to me much longer. I wanted to savor and experience all the shell, inserts and equipment hooked me to are capable of but I am about to explode from the sexual frenzy being created within me. It has taken all my will to not allow my pussy to tighten around the insert that fills it so wonderfully. I can't wait any longer. Just allow myself to relax and let myself know the wondrous release Mistress has created for me. oooooOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!............
I wanted to savor and describe all that was happening to me but I should have known that would be impossible. I am surprised I was able to remain as calm and lucid as I was before I surrendered the final bit of myself to the equipment that now encloses, fills and controls me. I have never felt so completely helpless and yet never happier or more secure. I am totally secure in my Mistresses love and in the womb she has created and sealed me within. I will never feel the touch of her loving body again but I feel the total and all encompassing warmth of her love in all that this fantastic enclosure and machines do to me.
As soon as I allowed myself to submit totally to the ministrations of all the devices filling and enclosing me I felt my pussy clamp tightly around the insert filling it. I assumed that that was the beginning of my first orgasm encased in steel. I guess it was the beginning but only the first part of an experience more fantastic and wondrous than I ever dreamed imaginable. Words can't even begin to adequately describe what happened but let me go back and try anyway.
My pussy had no sooner began to tighten around my insert than everything happening to my body intensified by astronomical dimensions. Instantly everything changed violently. My lungs and other organs were filled with air and fluid at tremendously higher pressure. My shell squeezed me unmercifully as my body tried to expand against it's rigid embrace. I wasn't just being filled to a higher pressure but everything being forced into my body was pulsating at a frequency vastly higher than what had been my respiration rate. My whole torso pulsated in the most amazing and sensual way. My inserts expanded even more and drove even deeper within me. They also began to vibrate wildly and I fully appreciated the violence of the action that I had witnessed while they danced around the table earlier, before Mistress had inserted and locked them inside me. My vaginal insert was pumping me vigorously now. It never withdrew to any significant degree but seemed to drive deeper and deeper.
The electrical current being applied to me shot up in intensity and my body was clamped internally in a new embrace as my muscles contracted violently as the electricity shot through my breasts and entire pelvis, inside and out. The muscle contractions locked my pussy and anus strongly around their inserts but they both continued their wild dance within me. My breasts strained against their steel prison as my chest expanded with the increased air pressure and my chest muscles contracted and tightened the wall of muscle behind my soft and tender breasts. As the muscles contracted my chest tightened and tried in vain to expel the air forced into my lungs. I waited for the pressure to ease, for the air and fluid to be evacuated from my straining body but it never was. The tremendous overall pressure and pulsating waves of fluctuating pressure remained strong and unrelenting. How I was receiving oxygen was a mystery but unimportant to me. As extreme and severe as the things being done to my body were they were nothing in comparison to the orgasm raging within me. I have been driven to heights of sexual excitement unimagined until now.
I as already on the brink of orgasm and when everything increased I was literally driven over the edge, driven wild. I couldn't believe the way I felt. When I had healed from my sexual reassignment surgery and Mistress brought me to my first female orgasm I had been overwhelmed by the internal rapture and wonder of it. Everything I had ever felt as a man paled in comparison and now my level of sexual exultation had been increased to a level that made everything in my prior existence nothing. And I hadn't even reached my climax yet. I wouldn't reach it for what seemed almost an eternity.
The feelings and emotions raging within me made the physical things being done to my body seem insignificant, even though they were responsible for everything. Those of my muscles not being electrically stimulated were far from idle. Unrestrained my body would have been thrashing uncontrollably but my rigid steel shell held me motionless. My limbs and torso strained futilely against the unyielding steel. Uncontrolled screams of pure rapture originated deep in my mind and body but no air could pass through my vocal cords and as they tried to compress to generate sounds of exhilaration they met the tubes filling my throat and supplying the air and fluids controlling the upper parts of me. My pussy and sphincter tried to crush my steel inserts but of course that was impossible and the flow of fluid into my lower parts was unaffected and the action of the inserts themselves was unaffected. Their relentless driving and pulsing continued unabated and drove me to ever higher heights. My fingers and toes tried to curl but any movement of even them was impossible. I was held absolutely motionless as my body and mind were taken to places unimagined.
Any perception of time was impossible. It seemed like hours or even days waiting for and anticipating the final pinnacle I was being driven toward and yet the feelings were so marvelous I couldn't allow myself to think of them ever ending. It seemed I had only been allowed such euphoria for seconds and I never wanted it to end.
My ecstasy grew ever stronger, my emotions more and more out of control and then in an instant everything stopped. Air and fluid were rapidly withdrawn from me and the unrelenting pressure disappeared. My nipples were held fast by the suction and current flowed strongly through them giving the feeling of being tightly squeezed. My anal insert shrank to the point I was unaware of it but my vaginal insert erupted to a size that filled me to bursting. It drove even deeper within me and then quivered and vibrated violently as it seemed to pound it's way to my very center. Then I knew the true height of ecstasy. Sound or movement was still impossible but I could almost hear the steel enclosing me creak and groan against the attempted thrashing of my body as I reached my final, ultimate climax and fell into the abyss on the far side.
I lay exhausted and quivering in my steel shell as waves of exhilaration and satisfaction washed over and through me. My ventilator resumed my normal breathing pattern as my vaginal insert very gently stroked and caressed me internally. My senses had all been directed internally but now I became aware of my ability to see again. Maybe I just opened my eyes. Mistresses face was right above mine and her smile was radiant.. Her lips formed a kiss for me and I faintly heard her voice, "I love you my darling and I will keep you this happy and content forever".
As I lay reveling in the feelings still flowing through my mind and body she explained some of what had been done to me. I was so ecstatic over what I had just experienced that my attention was not what it would have been normally. I was so exhausted I kept drifting into a dreamy state of semi-sleep. I do remember her telling me that I had been using something called "High frequency pressure ventilation" and the pressure in my lungs had been kept high with a breath rate of 150 breaths per minute or 21/2 per second. The fluid pressure in all my other organs had been carefully balanced and fluctuated with the air pressure in my lungs to keep the internal pressure on my body balanced and create the amazing feelings. She verified that my stomach, bowels and bladder had all been filled and evacuated through the tubes leading to the machines that control all my body feels. She also reassured me that my shell contains built- in cardiac, pulmonary and blood oxygenation monitors and my physical well-being is constantly monitored. I had never doubted my safety in Mistresses hands and as she continued explaining how I was monitored and controlled I drifted into a blissful sleep.
I'm awake again. The feelings from my orgasm still overwhelm me. I feel so wonderful. I can't see Mistress anywhere in the limited view my glass eyepieces give me. I wonder if she is through installing all of my screws? I am breathing at what seems a normal rate and I feel the pleasant pull on my nipples as I exhale. I give my pussy insert a little squeeze and it responds with a gentle low frequency vibration for a couple of seconds. Oh my, how I love my shell and inserts.
Mistress comes into my view. She's pushing another cart filled with machines of some kind. Another, even larger, square box sits on the top of the cart. It has many knobs and switches and innumerable clear plastic hoses lead from it. They are all about 1/2 inch in diameter. They all rest coiled neatly beside the box. I can see a gleaming metal fitting on the end of each hose. Two much larger hoses, vacuum cleaner size again, lead from the box to two large cylindrical tanks resting on the bottom shelf of the cart. I think I'm about to find out the purpose of all the fittings I had noticed on my shell.
Mistress rolls the cart next to the vacant side of my gurney. She gives me a smile and says, "More support equipment Dear. You must be a little hot and sweaty, or should I say dewy, after your excitement. I think I'll clean you up a little. You'll like this too".
She disconnects the hoses connecting my nipple domes to my shell. They release with a half turn of the fitting on their end at my nipples. I miss the pressure and tug on my nipples with each breath. Now she is examining the hoses lying on the cart beside the new equipment. Each hose has a number at the end near the fitting. She consults a chart on the top of the control box and selects one of the hoses.
She moves the end of the hose to the fitting on my right breast and a half turn locks it to me. The hose to my other breast follows immediately and then she sorts through the remaining hoses and after consulting the chart attaches them to the various fittings on my shell. I had underestimated the number of fittings on my shell. I count her attaching 25 to me and many more hoses remain on the top of the cart, attached to the box but not yet to me. I can't see any more fittings on my shell and I wonder where the rest of the hoses will go. Already hoses run to every part of my shell, from head to foot.
Now she's taking the cables off the ceiling hoist she had used to hold me upright when she took me out of my braces and first put me in my shell. She's replacing those cables with another set of cables with small hooks on the ends. She is back at my side and is jockeying my gurney and the carts holding my support equipment over under the hoist. She has me in place now and is attaching the cables to the rings at my shoulders, two on the sides at my waist and two more at my knees. A touch of the remote hoist control and my shell and I are lifted horizontally off my gurney. I am hanging in mid air and she moves my gurney from under me. She takes another hose and attaches it to a fitting on the back of my shell. That answers the question of where all the rest of the hoses will go. There must be many more fittings on the back of my shell that are now accessible to her. Quickly all the hoses are attached to me and she steps back to observe the result. The image I see in the ceiling mirror is impressive and I wonder what she feels at the sight of me suspended in mid air with at least 50 hoses attached to my shining steel shell.
Something will flow through these hoses and since she mentioned "cleaning me" it will probably be water or some liquid. I wonder what it will feel like. Just what am I about to experience now. She's at the box adjusting knobs and positioning switches. She presses a switch mounted high in the center of the front of the box and a red indicator light blinks on. I see the hoses stiffen and quiver as they are pressurized and the flow of liquid begins it's path through them to me. I can see the liquid progress through the hoses. It's a thin milky white in color and seems to only be moving in the hoses leading under me. The hoses are quivering rather violently and the liquid moves in jerks or spurts rather than smoothly. The movement of the hoses seems to be transferred to my shell as I can feel a slight vibration over the surface of my body that matches the vibration of the hoses. Maybe it's the air being forced ahead of the advancing liquid. The leading edge of the fluid in the hoses disappears under me and if I were in control of my breathing I would be holding my breath waiting for it to enter my shell.
A warmth and pulsating sensation spreads over the entire back of my body. The fluid has entered my shell. The feeling is heavenly and begins spreading up the sides of my body and limbs. As the area of my body covered with the liquid increases the pulsating sensation increases. I hear Mistresses voice, "Close your eyes Dear. The solution is Johnson's Baby Shampoo and water so it won't burn your eyes but it will be more comfortable for you to close them as the solution is at relatively high pressure".
I close my eyes and surrender again to new and marvelous sensations. As I savor the feeling of the solution flowing around me I realize that the pulsating is an increase in pressure that forces my skin and flesh to compress and allow the fluid to move between my body and the shell. As it flows around more of me and moves to the front of my body it creates a rippling feeling that is extremely sensual.
The fluid is now beginning to cover the front of my body. I feel a slight suction at numerous places, especially at my nipple. I think I understand now how this works. The fluid is injected by the hoses on my back and extracted by the hoses in front giving a constant flow around my body between my shell and my skin. The feeling is extraordinary. The pulsating ripples cover me entirely in a warm sensual massage. Oh, a new massage. My pussy insert is gently moving inside me. The same rippling feeling moving up and down it. My rear insert has begun the same movement. This is pure heaven. It feels like the fluid is not only flowing around me but also through me. It is flowing through me. I feel pressure building within me and the same sensations fill me completely. It's as if Mistress has enveloped me within and filled me with her love. The sensations before were so violent and exciting and this is so gently and loving.
My gag has shrunk slightly allowing a little movement of my tongue. I am able to lightly stroke the underside of it. It trembles as I touch it and my tongue plays over it's surface. It is much more than just an inanimate plug. It trembles as I touch it and while the diameter seems smaller it is growing in length, forcing it's way deeper into my mouth, slipping into and down my throat. My throat is so full of tubes how can there be room for it? I relax my throat as much as I can and it slides deeper yet. I feel a throbbing in it as it fills me. I constrict my throat to hold it and it quivers with excitement.
I also quiver within my shell as I feel an orgasm building within me. Not the same as before, as gentle and soft as the other was vigorous and strong. My body is not being driven to orgasm but is being delicately seduced and loved. The heat building within me merges with the warmth of the fluid surrounding and filling me. Gentle tremors grip my body as passions and my love for Mistress and what she has done for me take complete control of me in the most extraordinary way. I can't see or feel her but I feel her presence in the most marvelous way as waves of elation sweep through me. I have never felt so loved. Oh thank you Mistress. I love you so.
I am being maintained at a level of extreme arousal, experiencing multiple soft and beautiful orgasms. A subtle change has occurred in the things being done to my body. The flow of fluid is different on the outside. I think it has changed to flowing from the top to bottom now and instead of the gentle suction I was feeling at my breasts in particular I now feel a soft pulsing pressure on my nipples that flows down my breasts. The change is faint and the sensations every bit as pleasurable. My level of arousal is constant and my orgasms continue to fill me with delight. Not the earth shaking type I felt earlier but mild and peaceful. Satisfying in a way I have never known. I feel like I could go on this way forever. Relaxing in a half conscious state as I am loved and made love to.
My blissful existence is interrupted as another change takes place. The fluid is being drawn from inside me leaving a vaguely empty feeling. The feeling on the surface of my body under my shell feels different too. Whatever is flowing around me is not as warm and feels different, somehow harsher. I hear Mistresses voice through my fog, "Open your eyes Dear". I open them to see her smiling face filling my vision. "The fluid is gone now my Dear and air is being passed through your shell to dry you. I hope your experience was as pleasant as I hoped it would be for you".
I feel myself returning to normal from my world of heightened arousal and continuous orgasm. Returning to whatever is going to be normal for me now. The air flowing around me feels good but not the same tender caress of the fluid. Mistress is still speaking and I force myself to return from the heights she had taken me to and pay attention to what she is saying.
"Dearest Charli, I have reset your pussy insert to respond whenever you squeeze it softly with gentle palpitation of your pussy. However if you squeeze it hard it will shut off. I have the balance between hard and soft set so that the tensing as you begin to orgasm will be hard enough to shut it off and prevent your coming. You may only orgasm my Dear when I allow it. You could probably squeeze it gently enough times to bring you close but you will not be able to finish. Also I have set it so if you squeeze it too often to pleasure yourself it will punish you with a very strong and unpleasant electrical shock to your pussy and tits. I won't tell you how often is too often. I'm sure you will discover that for yourself. I'm not trying to be cruel to you but you must remember that any pleasure you feel is a gift from me and I control you completely. You will orgasm often Charli but it will always be at my command and you will wish with all your heart at times to be allowed not to orgasm. That experience will come soon for you but I'll give you a little time to adjust first."
"You will remain suspended like this at all times and all you hoses will be attached. You will discover that you shell and other devices are capable of much more than you have already felt. As soon as you are completely dry I'll reattach your suction hoses to you nipples. Keeping them engorged in their special little chambers keeps them extra sensitive for all the special treatment I have planned for them.. I have lots of special treatment planned for you my Dear."
"I have a new computer for you. It is a laptop and you can see I have suspended it over your face so you can see the screen through your eyepieces. It is setup with Eye Position Recognition Software. A low power laser beam detects where on the screen you are looking and if you hold your gaze on a spot it will activate whatever function you are looking at. It will take a lot of training and practice for you to become proficient with it. For now I have it set up with an Alphanumerical screen and punctuation mark box. You can select letters, numbers and punctuation and actually type, albeit pretty slowly. I would suggest you begin a diary or chronicle of your experiences as Charli. You may also communicate with me through the computer but only when I give you permission. If you have anything to say to me right now I give you permission".
I LOVE YOU MISTRESS!
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