Salvaged from SweetChastity.com - crossdressing, castration, body mods . . .

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    Some of you may remember SweetChastity.com, a site focusing on stories and art involving chastity devices and body modification. I believe it was also the site that originated the Chasti-Permalock line of fiction. However, while many of those stories have been reposted to other sites, quite a few have not.

    Unfortunately, I didn't save much - many of them had an angry edge, and got kind of extreme. However, here's what I did keep:
     
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    The Ceremony - Chapter Two (Part One)
    By Yvonne Kristine Emerson​

    As I sat at my vanity my maid of honor, Cindy was styling my hair in an elegant updo in preparation for my wedding. Each hair carefully placed and set in place. Soft tendrils coming down on either side framing my face.

    "We are almost finished Yvonne. Then we can begin on your makeup," she said.

    A final spritz of hairspray and she was finished. She began applying the cosmetics to make me look like a blushing bride. Soft corals with a touch of pink pastels were my choices. I looked at the soft curve of my newly forming breasts and sighed, my lovely satin bra softly cupping the new mounds of flesh.

    "Your corset training has been very successful," Cindy said with a smile. "You are going to look just lovely."

    My gown hanging in a sea of white on the door, my final submission to my forthcoming womanhood. Soon I would be dressed and ready to walk down the aisle.

    Cindy said, "Let's get your corset on and nip that waist."

    Cindy, who by the way looked absolutely stunning in her lavender gown, began lacing me into my bridal corset. As she finished I looked in the floor-length mirror and saw my feminine curves. My blossoming breasts seem to be even more pronounced. I rolled my pearl stockings on my newly shaved legs and attached them to the garter straps. I slipped on my white satin bridal slippers with a 4" heel.

    "Time for your gown Yvonne, raise your arms over your head."

    I did as instructed and the dress was lowered over my head and on top of the full bridal petticoat fastened to my waist. Mistress had insisted I wear a traditional gown and this was all that and more. Cindy buttoned the thirty odd buttons up the back. The gown was high necked with an illusion neckline. The sleeves were pure satin and buttoned tightly around my wrists. The skirt was full and the train was cathedral length.

    Mistress would be wearing something simple and elegant. Cindy had me seat myself at my vanity for the finishing touches. Soft pink lipstick was applied to my lips and a dab of sweet flowery perfume was applied to my neck. Cindy pinned my headpiece into my hair and arranged the floor length veil about my shoulders.

    "There," she said, "All done and darling you look divine."

    I rose and Cindy handed me my bouquet as the music began in the chapel.

    The walk to the chapel was some distance. The floor was clean so my dress would not be soiled. However, Mistress did not want my long veil dragging on the ground so in addition to my three lovely bridesmaids and maid of honor she assigned two lovely feminine boys to be my veil bearers. One was absolutely radiant and so happy in his/her lovely pink dress, the other was crying.

    As we paused outside the chapel doors I called the weeping sissy to me. I dabbed his tears with a lace hanky and told him how lovely he looked and that soon he would be happy in his new role.

    He cried even harder then and I kissed him and told him not too worry and just be happy. I know my Mistress would have me assist in their training as soon as mine was complete. I also knew that they would never be male again.

    As the wedding march began the doors opened and I began my walk down the aisle. All of Mistresses friends were there. All women, with a few feminized males the church was awash with pinks and pastels. Everyone looked so beautiful. Tears came to my eyes. As I reached the altar, my wedding march concluded and my Mistresses began. I turned too watch her come down the aisle. She was so regal looking with a diamond tiara in her hair and a simple strapless gown. She wore a simple tulle shawl over her shoulders. As she got to the altar the front of the church looked like a lovely fairy tale.

    Before the usual wedding vows were to be taken I was commanded to take a vow of devotion to her and to my forthcoming womanhood.

    "I do pledge my complete devotion to my Mistress. I will obey her in all matters. I will become a lady and never wear male clothes again. Mistress shall decide each day what I will wear and what my activities shall be for the given day."

    We recited the traditional vows accept there was no mention of the word "man". I would be a woman from this day forth.

    We turned to leave the church and Mistress took my hand and whispered in my ear, "I have a surprise for you," she said.

    We left the church and got into a limousine to go to the reception. Ladies one and all giggling and passing around the champagne. In a short time we arrived at the reception hall.

    "Come here my darling." My Mistress called from the elegant sitting room in the reception hall.

    Our wedding ceremony had just been completed. My Mistress had insisted I wear a very traditional elaborately decorated gown for the wedding, while she was in a very modern simple elegant gown.

    "The more for you to feel the burden of womanhood," she told me.

    As I entered the sitting room, my Mistress simply patted a softly cushioned divan for me to sit. I gathered my skirts and sat delicately making sure my skirts were arranged about me on the floor.

    My Mistress kissed my cheek and said, "Now I will make you completely mine."

    <end Part One>​
     
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    The Ceremony - Chapter Two (Part Two)
    By Yvonne Kristine Emerson​

    As we smiled at each other our six bridesmaids entered, all so lovely in their lavender gowns.

    My Mistress kissed me again and said, "Time for your wedding day milking my love. Our wedding night will not be typical. I will not be penetrated by that."

    A shiver ran up my spine as my Mistress smiled adoringly at me. Judith, one of Mistresses bridesmaids, came forward holding a silver tray and a pink ribbon.

    "You see darling you are going to become as feminine as possible. I went through a great deal of trouble to get you into that lovely dress for our wedding and I do not intend for you to go back to trousers anytime soon. Perhaps after a fashion I will allow you to wear some ladies slacks, but for the present you will be in dresses, skirts, and heels." Mistress reached into her bag and produced a delicately adorned chastity belt. "You shall wear this till I release you my love. I am going to control your sexual function. If you are good, only a week, if you are bad well you can just imagine. I will love watching you become more and more frustrated. The dripping will become so intense as any maleness drains out of you. First darling your final milking till further notice."

    The other five bridesmaids lifted my skirts and one proceeded to pull down my bridal panties and expose my red hard privates. My penis was already at attention and the girls all giggled.

    "Oh look at how turned on she is." Judith exclaimed. "This is going to be so lovely. A sissies final milking."

    One of the girls began stroking my shaft with her satin gloves, I moaned in immediate arousal.

    Mistress kissed my forehead and said, "It's all right darling let it go. You are going to become such a lovely lady. Prepare the tray Judith so 'she' can save her sissy cum that we may share it as part of her wedding vows to me."

    I moaned softly as my penis was becoming full. My Mistress played with my veil, arranging it about the puffy shoulders of my dress.

    "You make such a lovely bride darling." She said adoringly, looking deep into my eyes. "Welcome to womanhood darling. After I have done all I can to make you a lady I will send you to a finishing school where they will give you implants and a bit of plastic surgery to make you even more feminine."

    Another of the bridesmaids began squeezing my testicles and my body tightened at the sharp pain.

    "OOOOOO", said she, "You may even forget about these after a fashion." She giggled, as did the other ladies.

    My Mistress sitting next to me was still arranging my veil. "You make such a pretty girl dear. You should have always been a girl. Come now darling milk for me and we will share your lovely sissy cum."

    I was almost crying now at my plight. My penis hurt so much and bits of pre-cum were beginning to come out. Kissing my lips, my Mistress encourages me to milk.

    "Just think darling soon you shall be so ladylike and delicate. Being a woman is just so lovely."

    All I could feel was the satin gloves massaging my swollen penis. My Mistress kept kissing my eyes and face. The bridesmaids were giggling.

    They squealed, "Oh she is so darling all hot and frustrated."

    Tears were now rolling down my face. My Mistress dabbed them with a pink handkerchief.

    "Oh such sweet sissy tears. Darling don't milk just yet." She gave my penis a squeeze. "I want you to be so ready."

    I was weeping uncontrollably now. Frustration making me so much a sissy.

    "My pretty darling is coming along just lovely girls. After she cums we must immediately put on the chastity belt. This will make you so feminine darling. I think I will start you on a very mild dose of hormones. Enough to play with your emotions but not enough to affect your potency." As she spoke these words the first real shot of cum came out.

    Judith held the silver tray in position as the liquid landed on it. My Mistress ran her finger through it and put a touch on my lipsticked lips. It made them shine even more. She then licked the rest off her finger.

    "MMMMMM so lovely darling. Run your tongue over your lips and taste your essence."

    I did as instructed, tasting my sissy liquid. The bridesmaids kept stroking me, each taking their turn. They were giggling and laughing talking about how lovely it was that a man would allow a group of ladies to transform him into a simpering little sissy. They would be helping with my training as my Mistress would instruct them.

    Just then my penis erupted in a lovely shower of cum that almost covered the entire serving tray.

    "Oh so lovely," said my Mistress.

    Immediately she slid the tube over my now limp penis and fastened the belt in place with a secure lock.

    "There, all locked away. Wait till you have it on for a few days darling. You will be dripping and so frustrated. I find this makes even the most macho male more feminine. It should do wonders for you as you are already more girl than boy."

    She presented the tray to me and instructed me to lick up a mouthful. I did as I was told as I did not want to stay in the belt too long. There I sat, tears streaming down my beautifully painted face, a mouthful of my sissy cum making my lips shine. My Mistress arranged my veil and kissed me full on the lips tasting my juices and moaning softly. She looked under my skirts to inspect the belt and my locked away penis one last time and tied the pink ribbon around the tube.

    "There darling you are mine forever. In a few months you will be completely changed. Till then I shall control your sexual function. Be good and the time will pass quickly and you will forget what it is like to be male. If you are bad I shall take stronger measures."

    With that my Mistress lowered my skirts and my bridesmaids helped me up. Arranging the train of my dress and my floor length veil so I could enter the reception hall for my first dance as a bride. My Mistress took me by the hand and led me through the door. The band played "The Rose" and we danced with my Mistress leading and guiding my every step. I held my train delicately in my hand and thus began my lovely journey into womanhood.
     
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    A Cockwork Purple (Part One)
    by Chas​

    Ah, welcome. I'm Candace, and I'll be debriefing you on our project, code-named Cockwork. Won't you step this way?

    You're probably not familiar with what we do here, so let me explain. Our organization is made up of transgendered people who have strongly believed that the general public would understand us, if they'd been in our shoes. So we help them, transforming them into members of the opposite sex, albeit without their initial consent. More than that, we re-program some of the more militant ones, using mind control techniques and strict bondage and discipline. These facilities will show you exactly how we do that.

    This first room is where new recruits are stripped of their old male clothing and body hair, both of which are not allowed beyond this point. For that reason, I will also have to ask you to comply. Once your clothes are off, there's a hair removal cream by the shower. Apply it, let it work, and then we'll rinse you off.

    In the meantime, I can give you a brief summary of our lesser techniques, before we tour the more interesting ones.

    We do make use of cult brainwashing techniques -- keeping a subject hungry and sleep-deprived, repetitions, deconstructing their logic, breaking their will, physical punishments and hallucinogenic drugs being some. We also incorporate subliminal tapes and hypnosis sessions.

    That's right, all of your body hair. This cream will also work on your beard area.

    Anyway, one of the most important aspects of our candidates' retraining is to prove to them that they are no longer men, and can never again be men. We immediately start a program of female growth hormones, some surgical alterations to lips, bust, ribs, eyebrows, chest and hips, and those who prove to be really resistant are also castrated.

    Okay. Let's rinse you off. Let me know if it's too cold.

    We have excellent facilities here for reformed girls, and excellent trainers well versed in the arts of make-up, posture, voice and comportment -- as well as discipline. As you will see, we have very rigid standards.

    Hm. Obviously, you're well familiarized with rigid standards. Well, we're going to have to something about that one. You see, erections are also not permitted beyond this point. Luckily, I have just the thing to assist with your situation.

    Hold still, now. This won't hurt, it's only a little cold. We keep our unused cock cages in the cooler, since we've discovered cold metal to be more effective a deterrent. There you go, now you're being down-to-earth about this. I just have to slip this on, and... voila. No more hard-ons.

    Aw, don't look so sad. It's just the rules.

    Okay, now if you'll follow me, we can take a look at some of the more interesting rooms on site.

    <To Be Continued>​
     
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    A Cockwork Purple (Part Two)
    by Chas​

    Down this wing, we do a lot of Pavlovian training. The principle is pretty basic: good behavior and thoughts are rewarded, while bad behavior is severely punished. For instance, in this lab, one shemale-in-training is strapped to an interrogation chair, with several electrodes hooked up to her body -- at the armpits, the inner thighs, various places along the breasts, and of course, a large number at the restrained member. She is held so that she faces forward, eyelids held open by little clamps. Before her is a screen displaying scenes to which we enforce responses of pain and sickness through shocks and stinging fluids in the eyes and mouth, or responses of relaxation or pleasure through gentle electro-stimulation and / or partial genital stimulation. The scenes that we train her to react negatively toward are scenes of masculine pursuits: scantily clad women, sports, seductive women, mechanic hobbies, male / female sex... anything that could be linked to their former pursuits, especially heterosexual ones. The only hetero aspect we don't cure them of is that of cunnilingus -- that falls into the approved category. Approved aspects include the male body, fellatio, slinky fashion, household duties, and submission. All of these segments are filmed so that the camera is at the point of view of the submissive, to ensure that the meaning is entirely clear -- that they, the viewer, belong in the submissive role during the interaction. We also use these times to show instructional films (with low level stimulation and subliminal messages) to teach them wardrobe and make-up necessities.

    As you can see, this subject is being cured of her heterosexuality, at the moment. We're alternating from 30-second segments of male / female courting (negative shocks) to penile close-ups (which look like the penis is about to enter the camera's "mouth", positive reinforcement) to 30-second segments of mainstream porno movie (negative shocks) to thirty seconds of a man penetrating a she-male anally (positive stimulation), and so on. These treatments last for two hours a day, and a subject endures them daily, for her two-year reassignment period. Now if you'll follow me, we'll view the oral training room.

    In here, each subject is kept in a kennel, where they spend their time for the first two months of their stay. They are fed and watered only by a pair of ingenious apparati: two penis-shaped faucets about seven inches in length and over two inches in diameter. One dispenses water when sucked, the other dispenses a nourishing paste containing all the vitamins and nutrients required for a healthy, balanced diet. Subjects must, of course, suck on these phalli in order to get their daily intake. What's more is that for the first while, the food and water are laced with a mild narcotic which creates an addiction. Soon, all they can think about is sucking on the phalli. When they reach this point, we slowly wean them off the drug, but the pleasurable association still remains. And for those who choose to hunger-strike, like this boygirl here, we let them go hungry for a couple days, and then finally, when they're weakened and can't resist as effectively, we enter the kennel and force them to take the water dispenser in their mouth. See? She's trying to pull her head back, but sooner or later, sie'll start sucking. Survival is the most primary human instinct.

    But there's more: there are extremely sensitive and perceptive electrodes along the apparati which operate like a neural network. The outer surface of the devices is a membrane which allows for the network to detect even the smallest sensations. Additionally, the feeding pumps can detect suction pressure, and can be adjusted in terms of output. This all enables us to change the conditions under which the sissy can extract her food and drink. The devices can be set so that different functions must be performed, in order for the phalli to dispense their wares. For instance, one might be set so that she must take it deep into her throat -- all seven inches worth -- while she must rapidly bob up and down the shaft of the other to be rewarded. The devices can be set to make her suck hard, or lick the thing lovingly all along the cock, or flutter the underside with her tongue... anything you can imagine. And she is never told from day to day what she needs to do to eat or drink, so it sometimes requires several hours of experimenting. She learns quickly, though, that if her teeth touch it at all -- aside from the gentlest of nibbling -- that the fluid will stop and will not flow for several minutes following. As you might imagine, this is an excellent tool for oral training, and not only overcomes inhibitions, it even creates cravings to suck cock.

    Alright, now if you'll please step this way, there are other training rooms to see.

    These are the classrooms. Here, subjects learn basic etiquette, the application of make-up, fashion sense, feminine poise and gesture, the art of seduction, and voice training. Male voices are not permitted in the complex -- which is why you've been required to be gagged for this tour, of course -- and here, it can be trained out of our sissies. Each interned trainee has electrodes in their standard chastity which can be triggered by remote control. Any poor performance can be dealt with swiftly, in a painful and intimate manner. Subjects tend to try desperately to excel, as you might imagine....

    Of course, not all subjects are brought in to be trained to please men. Although most of them are strays and trained as such, some are brought in by their wives or relatives for re-training. These must be trained to perform for a female partner. That training takes place in this adjoining room, where one teacher and one female recipient teach a patient the arts of cunnilingus and body worship. I am told it is particularly torturous for a shemale to know that she can never fuck the pussy that she is so fervently pleasuring with her face. It is also anguishing for those in the regular training room here to see this training take place -- especially for those who are being conditioned for male partners.

    We also do anal training in these rooms. When they first arrive, our subjects receive surgically-implanted rubber rings around the anus, to prevent stretching. We keep them nice and tight this way, and there really isn't any loss of sensation, as the implants are placed underneath the ring of nerves there -- if anything, there is much more pain in the long run than there would have been, had the portal been allowed to stretch. The ring does, however, keep the sphincter open, so that clenching would not prevent an anal invasion.

    Here, we teach them to take it, and condition them to like it, despite the pain. Shocks are delivered to their member when they resist, and mild pleasure is given when they are compliant. This training is also delivered by a machine, the Impaler.

    Now, if you'll remember what you saw earlier, sissies had to kneel in order to suck on their food and water dispensers -- they were too high off the ground to sit, and to low to crouch. The same is true with the Impaler, an ingenious machine that the shemale kneels in, bending forward slightly, and placing her haunches in a seat shaped like two hands. There are two restraining bars -- also shaped like hands -- which latch on at the sissy's hips, as though to hold her like a partner from behind would. Behind the seat, of course, is a long phallus of variable diameter (different sizes can be used). Once the motor is started, the Impaler runs for the programmed amount of time, the pseudo-hands pulling the she-male back onto the lubricated dildo and then making her ride it. It gets her used to her pussy role.

    <To Be Continued>​
     
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    A Cockwork Purple (Part Three)
    by Chas​

    In another adjoining room, we have some more torture devices, this time for her other most vulnerable area: her breasts. We don't allow our subjects to go around flat-chested, of course, and we obviously need to take advantage of the potential for torment, up there. One device we use is for a standard mammogram -- the most ingenious torture machine ever devised by the medical community. She is strapped into the machine with her globes resting on a base -- also shaped like hands (we want them to become accustomed to being groped; plus, the base and seat of the Impaler can both be animated, so as to grope, squeeze and otherwise maul their tits and ass). And as you might guess, the sensation of the impaling of the nipple is excruciating.

    Yes, we do insist on giving our boy-girls breasts. We use a combined regimen of diet, steroids, female growth hormones and implants to bring about the desired effect. Although new subjects start out with little in the way of cleavage, we make up for this using a rubber prosthetic bra with filler. We want them to become accustomed to carrying around and showing off those fleshy mounds of theirs as soon as possible.

    And this over here is our piercing machine. With this, we pierce our sissies' nipples, an affix rings in them. It serves a utilitarian purpose, and it keeps them conscious of their chest: any time anything brushes near them, the movement against the rings tugs at their nipples. This way, even wearing a tight sweater becomes torturous.

    The piercing machine has one other use. We have three degrees of chastity, here. New subjects are made to wear a penis cage similar to the one you have there. Once a she-male's training has advanced to the point where she no longer needs positive reinforcement, she is fitted with a full-fledged chastity belt, which secures the penis in a position so that it is tucked back between the legs, and encased in a steel tube. This is then only removed when absolutely necessary, when an exception is made and positive reinforcement is required for some reason of other. As with the cage, orgasm is still not allowed, but some nominal excitement is permitted. The final stage of chastity is something more permanent, however. After all, sissies don't really need their thing, anyway, so we ensure it is enclosed permanently, by putting it in a snug metal sleeve and using a piercing right through the sleeve and cock to secure it. The piercing is then soldered shut to the sides of the chastity. The sleeve doesn't allow for any swelling, and makes physical sensation impossible. Right from the moment she steps across our threshold, our subject is doomed. Now if you'll follow me....

    Alright. Here's the auction hall. When our boy-girls are fully trained and ready to pleasure a master, they are bought here to be auctioned off. Each sissy's auction is a week-long affair, where the she-male is put on display in a kennel, and customers can inspect her, put her through her paces, and decide whether or not to compete against the current bid. After the week is through, the highest bid stands.

    This tramp here was once a televangelist. She took nearly two extra years of training, and still sometimes thinks she ought to misbehave. but look how well she sucks! She's probably the best cocksucker we've had through here in a long time, and quite obviously enjoys it. Although you have to wonder what she's thinking right now, what with that fat, bloated lardbucket who's testing her skills, right now. I passed that greaseball on his way in, and he reeks of stale sweat and other bodily fluids. It's not a very thrilling prospect. But if this fatso happens to be highest bidder, I suppose, then who are we to complain?

    Whoa. This next one's a real cutie. We use corsets on all of our subjects to train their waists into that feminine curve, but this one's really stunning.

    She's very quiet, too. Two years in a bark collar will do that. Even the slightest mumble will cause that thing to give her a crippling shock. She doesn't dare try to speak, anymore. Her only communication is silent gesture. She has become little more than a loyal pet, awaiting her master's attention -- a patient slut, awaiting her fucking.

    Oh, and look at this one. She's quite the brainless bimbo, right now. She was once quite the sophisticated little bitch, but we've made her sex-starved and shallow, over the past couple years. She was actually brought in to us by a competitor of hers, from back when she was a research scientist out west. It was kind of a revenge thing. But now that her captor is satisfied that she is too ditsy to be of use to anyone, he's abandoned her here for the auction.

    That rash you see on her legs, by the way, was from a test. We place a hypnotic suggestion in our subjects which renders them unable to wear anything between their legs, aside from their chastities and panties. Any attempts to do so will make their skin break out. This one's captor wanted to see this first-hand.

    Okay. That completes this part of the tour. We've got an appointment in another room. Follow me.

    Okay. The chair in the middle of this room isn't one we use all that much, since we find that leaving the equipment intact is more torturous for the sissy. But this chair is used for those few who are scheduled for castration -- either by a captor's request, or because the subject is more likely to resist feminization. There is a ring over the hole in the base of the chair. The ring is pulled over the sack, and tightens around the base. If you'll please have a seat, I can familiarize you with its use.

    Aw, why the stunned look? You didn't seriously think we'd give you the grand tour of the facility and not subject you to the process, did you? Oh, you poor naive little sissy!
     
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    And now, one for the ladies, from The Body Mod Society series:
     
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    The Body Mod Society Chapter 2 (Part One)
    By Dragan​

    Caitlin, Ashley and Amber lived on the edge all their lives. Having found each other through an Internet chat room, the three had a strong attraction toward dangerous sex and harsh body modification. They first met in person when Amber requested help in getting the word "whore" branded onto her ass. And through a series of dares, all three ended up taking on a brand -- Caitlin's read "cunt," and Ashley was goaded into getting the word "cocksucker...."

    They all had sported body piercings -- Caitlin had one conspicuously through the nasal septum, as well as nipple and naval rings, Amber had ringed her nostrils, clit hood, nipples, both labia, lower lip and naval, and Ashley had studs in her tongue and a ring in her clitoris. And their experimentation amongst each other led to lesbian passions, pain, humiliation, public exposure, electrical play, scarification and mummification. Everything was a dare, to see who would go furthest in self-immolation, to see who could endure the most agonizing torments.

    And then they found the Body Mod Society. They had to join of course, and that meant either shelling out five thousand dollars apiece, or taking part in an extreme mod demonstration at the convention. Amber chose the demo. "I'm going to let them cut off my nipples," she announced, brashly. "With only a local anaesthetic. I bet you two can't top that."

    Caitlin considered the options that had been emailed to them carefully. "There's three women wanted for the female circumcision demos. You know, removing the clit, sewing up the vagina. No anaesthetic. It'd be nice if we all did a demo together."

    Her friends were dumbfounded. "You're serious? That'd be like no sex," Ashley gasped. She had the strongest sex drive of the three women, and was in constant need of orgasm. The thought of losing her clit mortified her.

    "Oh, you could still get excited, you just have less parts to do it with. In the Egyptian circumcision demo, the clit would be removed at the base, but it exposes part of the bundle of nerves, and can make for an exciting spot. Or even if the root came out, there'd be other parts of the body to play with." Caitlin had obviously read up on the procedures. She seemed pretty confident.

    Amber upped the ante. "So they also cut off the lips and sew you up, right? And you heal like that? How about if you're stitched with a filament thread? So you can't be opened. Would you go for that? And," she added with emphasis, "they sew up over that clit nerve, so you can't get to it?"

    She didn't think that Caitlin would go for it. "Alright, but only if the two of you join me."

    Amber and Ashley looked at each other dumbstruck. Neither wanted to jump in the fray, this time. It was a little too much.

    "Actually," Caitlin added, "there's a form of circumcision which would be perfect for Ashley. You know how her pussy puffs up quite a bit when she's excited? Well, there's a Roman form of circumcision where the vagina is closed up with small rings like they use in chain mail but that are linked snugly together. When her pussy puffs up, can you imagine how it would feel with those rings drawn tight? And she could even keep her clitty. The top ring in the chain fits really tight around the base of the clit and is kept there because another ring is passed through the clit just above it, pinning it down. When she puffs, it would be like a choke chain. But she'd keep all her parts.

    "No way. There's no goddamned way you're getting me to do that." Ashley shook her head energetically. Of course, the women knew that if she were goaded enough, Ashley could be talked into anything -- she usually ended up with the most painful and humiliating modification of anyone.

    Amber kind of heistated. "Well, what's the third type of circumcision, if we go for it?"

    "Well," Caitlin commented, "when they geld cattle, they use this clamp which crushes the parts at the base, deadens all feeling in the area and after a few days, the parts fall off. They would make a clamp for your clit and lips, and then after they're gone, you'd get sewn with that filament thread. It's called a clit clip, and they want to apply it to the clit, labia and nipples."

    Amber blanched. "Um, wait a minute..." the sound of having her sensitive areas experiencing crushing pain for days didn't really appeal to her. "That's not fair. Everyone else's would be quick and then it would be done."

    "Would you take the Egyptian type, if I were to trade with you?" Caitlin asked. She didn't really want to trade, but was willing to if she could keep the three of them together for demos.

    Amber blanched. But she knew that of the three types being discussed, she was being offered perhaps the most bearable one. "Alright, I'll do it."

    Caitlin grew a little pale when she realized what she had just agreed to
    <To Be Continued>​
     
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    The Body Mod Society Chapter 2 (Part 2)
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    The day of the convention arrived, and the three women were very jittery. Ashley almost didn't show up. But she knew that she couldn't let her friends down. Even though she couldn't remember actually agreeing to do what she was about to do. One week before, they'd all had hysterrectomies done, so that none of them would have to worry about the discomforts or health problems of their monthly periods. But even that didn't seem quite as soberingly real as the moment she was admitted to the convention hall.

    The stage hand who greeted them before the show was to begin was a young woman with tentacles for arms. She led them backstage, where they were instructed to strip, and their arms were bound behind them. They took their places on stirrup chairs, seperated from the gathering crowds by a curtain. "Which one of you is Caitlin?" she asked.

    Cait stepped forward. "You'll be glad to know that the clips we're using on you tonight are nanite enhanced. Normally, it would take days for your clit skin and nerves to die out and fall off, but the nanites will accelerate the process, and you will only have to wear the clips for a few hours."

    Somehow, the woman's revelation didn't seem very reassuring, and Caitlin broke into a cold sweat. "Um, is it too late to back out, now?"

    Her two friends shot her a dreadful look. "You already signed the release forms," the stage hand added, as she exited the stage.

    And then the event began. They could hear the introductions as the host explained the evening's festivities. And then the curtain rose and the doctors came up to them.

    "Caitlin's clipping takes longest, so we will start with her." One of the doctors pinched her left nipple painfully and brought the first clip up to it. She moaned a little at the pain, but it didn't prepare her for what came next. It was like slamming her nipple in a door, and then holding it there. It was pain like she never felt before. She screamed and the tears flowed. They had to hold her down. Then, they did the other nipple.

    She screamed until her throat was raw when they clipped her left labia. At this point, they had to hold her shoulders, waist and knees to keep her from thrashing. When she finally settled down, they clipped the other lip.

    Ashley and Amber had broken into tears watching their friend's agony, at this point. They pitied Cait so much that they almost forgot their own situation.

    The stage hand was there. She whispered to Caitlin. "Let me kiss your clit goodbye, since you can't do it yourself." She knelt between Cait's legs and kissed her gently on the clit, and then her tongue came out and started toying with the little bud. And then she retreated, replaced by a doctor's rough fingers pinching her. Caitlin cried out.

    And then she screamed. She screamed until her vocal chords couldn't produce sound. The last clip had clamped around the base of her clit with a sickening snap, and all at once, she began thrusting with her hips, as though trying to shake the thing off. She couldn't, it would simply crush her parts to death.

    Ashley's eyes grew wide as they moved on to her. "Ashley's preparations will take awhile," they announced, "so we'll get started and then come back to her. She is to have fifty rings placed along her cunt, all just under an eight of an inch apart, twenty-five on each side." One doctor started piercing her lips to accomodate all of the rings. She sat a tray of rings beside her. The rings were 3/16" in diameter, and about 1/32" thick. She hadn't realized there'd be so many, and so small. Even the slightest excitement would be punished! There was no way she'd ever be able to be aroused without excruciating pain in her pussy! She whimpered.

    And they moved on to Amber. "This is a bit more traditional," they told the crowd, "but with a few differences." First, a catheter was inserted, and Amber squirmed uncomfortably when it penetrated her urethra. The catheter tube led to a plastic bag which would collect her liquid wastes for the next while, during the time her flesh healed. It was the catheter tube which would prevent her from healing over completely, ensuring that she would have a tiny hole to pee through. Once this was done, the clamps were applied.

    The clamps were freezing cold, and intended to staunch the flow of blood to the area. Amber jumped every time one of the clamps bit into her skin, and particularly when one clamp seized her apprehensive clitoris. At this point, she was whimpering and squirming, and had to be restrained. She was buckled into a stirrup chair with her knees wide so that they could continue.

    And then they were ready with the scalpel. Amber now wished for an anaesthetic, but it was too late to ask for one. She had been gagged. She felt every vivid slice as her inner and outer labia were cut from her body. Then, the clit hood was trimmed but not completely removed. Finally, with a quick vicious flinch of the surgeon's wrist, her clit was gone.

    Then it was time for the stitching. A titanium fiber was weaved into the filament wire used to close her up, ensuring that Amber would never be cut open again. They proceeded from the bottom working upward, keeping the stitches deep in her flesh and close together. She was being tightly knit up, around the catheter and on to the base of her clit. At this point, a surprise was presented.

    "Sometimes," the team explained, "there is still several nerve endings remaining where the clit is cut, and these might be even more sensitive than before. For this reason, we've added an additional piece of steel." The piece was a small flat circle of metal with jagged pins on one face. These pins were placed down over where Amber's clit once was, and then the remaining parts of her clit hood were sewn tightly overtop, sealing it in. Any pressure on this area would push uncomfortable pricks into what might still be a delicately sensitive area. They were now sure that any attempt to excite Amber would cause only pain. When this was completely sewn over, they tied off the filament wire and soldered the ends. Over time, her cut cunt would heal over and virtually disappear.

    When they returned to Ashley, rings had already been placed along the lower part of her cunt. The rings were interlocking, and each link was far enough into her lips that the center of the ring barely had enough room for the flesh of her lips and the mass of the other rings passing through them. It was a lattice which felt tight even when she was perfectly relaxed. Liquids could pass though her pussy, but just barely. Otherwise, it was completely and rigidly armored. And the rings had no outer closure, and were being soldered shut. They were going to be impossible to remove.

    Finally, they reached the top of her snatch. Ashley's old clit ring was removed as they prepared for the final links. Her clit hood was peeled back and her clit pulled up to expose the base. A fishing line was used to constrict it as they closed a loop tightly around it like a noose. Then, her clit was pierced as closely to this as possible, and one last tiny link went through the clit and linked up with the chain that ran along her pussy. The slightest arousal would pull her clitoris down sharply over the bottom loop. She cried as the last link was soldered. Her old clit ring was replaced just above the strangling link "just in case someone wants to attach a leash," and it was also soldered. The doctor patted his handiwork, and then moved on. Ashley had been "fixed."

    When they returned to Caitlin, she was sobbing into the ballgag that they'd had to shove into her mouth. Her nipples and one of her labia had already fallen to the table beside her. "Don't worry," the stage girl told her, "those large brown areas which surround where your naughty bits used to be will be tender for awhile, but given another few weeks, you'll never feel anything there again." This brought another round of uncontrollable sobs, and she didn't see her other labia fall away from her.

    Only her clit was left, and what terrified her was that the horrific pain of an hour or so before was nearly gone. All that was left was a dull ache. It was true. All of her nerve endings were dying. Partly from being crushed and partly from the nanites which were accelerating everything. The skin was being deadened to well below the surface. Finally, the stage girl unfurled a tentacle over to her clipped clit, flicked the clip lightly, and everything fell off. The crowd applauded.

    The curtain descended, and the three agonized women were released from their bonds. They huddled together to share each other's pain. The stable hand was still there. "Don't worry, girls, you're now full-fledged members of the Body Mod Society, and the video we made of the proceedings will make you very rich, and possibly very famous. You're hurting and very sad right now, but you've got a lot of wonderful things ahead of you."

    And as they cupped their pained parts and put on their clothes, they knew she was probably right.
     
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    Ohhh am I going to be reading these over and over again just had a quick look.

    Thank you for saving this material xx . Xx wendy
     
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    I would just like to temper my early enthusiasm for the male sub stuff with not sure about the body mods .
    Xx wendy
     
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    Yeah, there's a reason I didn't save more. Despite the name, a lot of the material was kind of . . . okay, really extreme. Almost revenge fantasy stuff.

    However, there was some art that was kind of interesting. I think I have some of it stashed somewhere. If I can find it, I'll post it later.
     
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    Unfortunately, I didn't save much - many of them had an angry edge, and got kind of extreme. However, here's what I did keep:[/QUOTE]

    This site has most of the original Chas content from sweet chastity if you haven't already found it.
    http://www.enigmapoj.com/sweetchastity/home.shtml
     
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    Thanks for the links!
     

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