Lori Girl Who Continues to Be With a Chastity Belt and Being Fully
L ISA CORSETRY SITE
Lorrie's London Transformation
An 'autobiography' by Barrie Johnstone � 2006 -- Exclusively on LISA
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Chapter 2
Someone was gently calling my name and shaking my arm. I woke up, realizing it was Dr. Todd. "Lorrie, Dr. Acres wants to see you.."
She helped me. "Dr. Todd. What a party. I feel a little bit hung over."
I got up, we made our way to another room. It took me a couple of minutes to realize something was very different. I was clothed in a long black nightgown. I was still wearing shoes, but they were much tighter than the ones I had worn the night before. Several moments later, we arrived at Dr. Acres office. Dr. Todd knocked, announcing her name. We were told to enter. By now I was considerably more awake.
"Good morning, Lorrie. It is time for you to shower, dress and eat. Your plane is waiting at Heathrow to take you home. However, there are some things you kneed to know. Dr. Todd, would you help Lorrie undress?"
A couple of moments later I was naked, except for what appeared to be a metal bra and matching metal panties. "What the hell is going on? Remove these, now." I was becoming excited and angry.
"Relax, Lorrie. What you are wearing is a metal chastity belt and matching bra. Without the releasing tools they are on to stay. How long, depends on you. We have been retained to transform you from an average girl to a beautiful one. It will be done, either with or without your co-operation.
"You have been partially sedated for two weeks.
"We have taken the first steps. All your body hair, from the neck down has been permanently removed. We have increased your bust from 34B to 36C. This will be the first of three augmentations. We have also placed an agent in your body to make your hair grown considerably faster than normal. Feel your bra and panties. They are made of the finest steel money can buy. The design is intricate, is it not?"
My boobs were indeed bigger. I tried in vain to remove my metal underwear. "I'll go to the police when I get home. I'll have you charged with kidnapping."
"You can go to the police if you wish. Dr. Todd take Lorrie to her shower and dress her."
"Yes, Dr. Acres. Lorrie come with me." Several moments later we are in a very luxurious bathroom that I had not seen. "Lorrie before you shower let me have a look at your underwear." She examined the bra and belt in minute detail. "Dr. Acres told me this was the new model. It takes two people at different locations, through the Internet to both lock and unlock the belt and bra. The seams where the locks are inserted into each other are so fine you can barely see them. Like Dr. Acres says without the proper procedures they're on to stay. Come and see for yourself."
An alcove had mirrors where you could see yourself, front and back. "See?" she said.
She pointed out the seams on the back of the bra and belt. She was right: the locks were completely sealed. I tried removing the belt and bra, but they wouldn't budge. I was starting to get angry again, but calmed myself.
For the first time I noticed something covering my hair. It was still elaborately styled. "What's this?" I said pointing to my head. "Is this locked on too?" I asked in a very sarcastic manner.
"It's best you don't use that tone of voice, Lorrie. Such remarks will cost you dearly. To answer your question: No, this particular model is not locked, but others do. It's called a bubble. In your case, it is to prevent the hair from becoming undone while sleeping.
"The second purpose is to stop your hair from getting wet. We're wasting too much time - Dr. Acres will become upset."
"Dr. Todd, how will I go to the toilet?"
"As you normally do."
I showered and did my business. It seem very strange to pee through the belt.
The Doctor had my clothes laid out. "For the first year, you'll wear clothes similar to the ones you see here. You must be immaculately dressed at all times, seven days a week. One of the basic rules. Shall we start?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"No."
"For the first year, you'll wear a training corset twenty three hours a day, seven days a week. It will be removed only for bathing and bowel movements. Your waist is to be reduced by three inches."
She laced me up.
"Dr. Todd, have pity. I can't breath."
"Of course you can, Lorrie. Women have worn corsets for hundreds of years. Relax, take in small breaths until your lungs adjust."
The rest of my clothes consisted of a dark blue suit; the skirt was an inch above my knee, the jacket an other inch above that. A fine silk blouse buttoned up the back. Stockings were attached to the corset. My shoes had three inch chunky heels with an inch platform.
Everything was very tight, the shoes cramping my feet, forcing my toes tightly together.
"Sit here." She indicated the chair where I had to sit. It reclined, so she could put on makeup. "Hair and makeup are a very important part of your transformation."
"Earrings and three gold chains around the neck, and your done." Stand up and have a look at yourself. Your transformation is starting and it's only the first day. Your jacket must be kept buttoned in the front at all times."
I checked myself out in the alcove. Dr. Todd was right. I looked very much a young professional woman, smartly dressed, impeccably made up, with highly styled hair. What a difference from blue jeans and tee shirt.
She checked her watch. "Lorrie we're taking too much time. Dr. Acres will become upset and that is not a good thing."
I tried to keep up with Dr. Todd, but it was impossible. Everything was much too tight. My earrings bounced on my ears. "Dr. Todd, please slow down."
"Dr. Todd, you're late, I am not pleased," was Dr. Acres' response to our arrival. He inspected me carefully. "Make sure her nails are manicured and pedicured tomorrow, Dr. Todd. Your meal is ready Lorrie. You must hurry, your plane is waiting at the airport." I sat at a small table. Fruit, yogurt, fresh whole grain rolls and coffee were my breakfast. Dr. Todd cautioned me not to spill anything on my clothes.
When I was finished, Dr Acres informed me it was time to leave for the airport. "Lorrie, when you make unauthorized trips you must be fully veiled. Dr. Todd, if you please He handed her a long black robe. She told me to step into it, then pulled it up over my body. It was thick, without slots for my arms to slide through. She adjusted it so it fit properly, snapping it shut at the crown of my head. There was a slit for my eyes. I couldn't see properly.
"Dr. Todd, this is too claustrophobic." I complained behind the veil.
"We'll take it off as soon as we get to the airport, Come, the limousine awaits." Half an hour later we were at the airport. "We're taking a private jet home, Lorrie. Your belt and bra would set off alarms from here to Istanbul."
The captain introduced himself to us as we boarded the jet. "Make yourself comfortable ladies. Dr. Todd, I believe you know the routine."
"Thank you, Captain. We'll make ourselves comfortable. My young friend will be more than happy to remove her veil." She unsnapped the veil, letting it drop to the floor. What a relief to be rid of the horrid garment. I've come to have a new sympathy for Muslim women.
"Is she not beautiful, Captain Jones?"
"It is a pleasure to meet you, miss."
He returned to the cockpit.
"Lorrie, please sit down." She opened a large brief case. "This envelope is for you. But first you must put these on." She gives me a dark blue pair of leather gloves, matching my suit. It is pointless to argue. Like everything else I was wearing, they were tight and uncomfortable.
She took a vial of tablets from the briefcase. "Here," she handed me a tiny pill "you must take one of these every day. It will reduce your need to urinate to two times a day, and reduce our monthly flow." I took the pill.
The jet was considerably smaller than its commercial cousins. Consequently, we reached cursing altitude much faster. "Scotch, Lorrie?"
"Yes, please. Can I open my envelope now?"
"Certainly. I'll remove the bubble if your promise not to do anything stupid. Do you promise?"
"Yes, Dr. Todd." Our conversation was very stiff and formal. She removed the so-called bubble. I wished my hair was loose.
I opened the envelope:
July 28th, 2003
Lorraine Cameron
770 Wonderland Road
London, Ontario, Canada N6K 1M3
Dear Miss Cameron:
I take this opportunity to welcome you to the Roth International Organization. You are now an integral part of our conglomerate. Dr. Todd has been assigned as your mentor.
It is in your best interest to obey her. It is not our wish to be difficult, but we can make life very, very unpleasant. We have been assigned a task, and it will be done.
You will find the enclosed photos of interest.
Yours truly,
Dr. Albert Acres,
President, Roth International Organization
Charing Cross
London, England
The letter was brief and to the point. I looked at enclosed pictures I couldn't believe my eyes. "Dr. Todd, is this you?"
The photos showed a very overweight woman, about four hundred pounds. She was massive. Her face was blotched, full of acne I'd seen this woman in the mall more than once, we even had a brief chat on several occasions. Once we had coffee in the food court. To put it bluntly, she was very fat and very ugly.
Dr. Todd looked at the photos. Now it was her turn to blush, from crimson to red and back again. "Yes Lorrie, it's me... I'd better tell you what they did to me..
"I'd been locked up for six years, by Dr. Acres without sex of any kind. Sometimes it drove me crazy - I've fought the bastard all the way. A year ago, he informed me he had a little treat for me. He showed me the fat lady suit. 'Four hundred pounds, Sylvia. I'll lock you up in it for a year. It has a pretty face to go along with the suit. Will you agree to be obedient?' he said. 'Fuck you' was my response. 'Very well,' he said. 'Very well.' He got a syringe, injecting the vial into my arm. I tried to resist.
"I woke up with the suit on. From 135 pounds to 400. It was horrible. When I saw my reflection in the mirror, I broke down. 'Please, Dr. Acres, take it off I'll do anything, please.'
"'I warned you Sylvia. One year. You will learn to be obedient. The suit will be removed once a week for bathing purposes. Here are new clothes. Have a good year.'
"Three months into my ordeal, he summoned me to his residence. 'Will you obey now?'
"Yes, Dr. Acres, please. I'll do anything, anything.
"'Good Have you ever heard of London, Ontario?'" 'No,' I replied. You know the rest. Another three months. I was released two weeks before your flight.
"I'm sorry honey, but I had no choice." She broke down in tears. "I couldn't have done another six months." He released me from the belt and bra, too. It was wonderful. ' Don't make any trouble, Sylvia, or you'll be a sorry lady. Come to bed, I'm going to fuck you, silly.' I had to admit it was the best sex I've ever had."
I got up from my chair, walked over to where she was sitting, and gave her a big hug. "Dr. Todd, it must have been awful. I'm sorry I was mean to you before. What Dr. Acres has done is not your fault."
"Thanks you, Lorrie. It's very important to me that what the bastard did to me is not repeated on you. While I have to please him, I'll try my best to make your life as comfortable as possible. Agreed?" She hugged me back.
"Agreed. Is there any food on this plane? I'm still hungry."
'Yes, Lorrie, but I suggest we wait awhile. Corsets and over-full stomachs do not go well together."
"Your right, of course. What time is it?" From habit, I checked my watch. "Where's my watch, and cell, Dr. Todd? Come to think of it, we didn't travel with any bags. Where are my clothes?"
"Your watch, cell and clothes have been donated to charity. You don't need the first two items any more, your clothes would no longer fit."
"Oh."
"Sit beside me on the sofa, over here. I want to hold you in my arms. We can sleep for a little while."
Later she told me the so-called inheritance was a set up to get me to England.
I sat beside her - it was like an older sister cradling you in her arms. It was extremely comforting. I was going to remove my shoes and gloves. "Lorrie, you are not allowed to remove gloves or shoes. I would have to report such transgressions to Dr. Acres." But, Dr. Todd, they're so tight and uncomfortable." I complained.
"Whining will get you into trouble, Lorrie. When I tell you to do something, the proper response is, 'Yes, Dr. Todd.' Your response must also me in a positive manner. Answer properly."
I did. "Good - that is much better. Let's sleep for an hour or so."
The remainder of the flight was uneventful. We slept for a while, had our meal, some more to drink. We chatted about what was to come. A good time later, the Captain informed us that would be landing in London, (Ontario) in 45 minutes.
"You must freshen up, then put on your veil, Lorrie."
"Yes, Dr. Todd."
"Good. It is natural to complain under the circumstances. We're making progress."
I freshened up. The bubble was inserted over my hair, finally the veil. It was claustrophobic and unpleasant. We landed, disembarked the aircraft. I didn't know the time, but it was dark. A limousine awaited us. Dr. Todd informed me to sit properly, clasping my hand together on my lap. She adjust the veil so I was completely covered.
The airport in London is a good forty five minutes from my residence. When the limo stopped, I was surprised to find it was not my apartment block, but a large three story house. "This will be your new home during your transformation, Lorrie. Lets go inside so we can get you out of this nasty veil. It's a real pain.." Once inside she removed my veil and bubble, putting both in the hall closet.
"Our personal quarters are on the third floor. Let's go upstairs have a nightcap and get you ready for bed." I followed her to the elevator.
"This is beautiful, Dr. Todd," I said as we entered the apartment.
We had our nightcap, chatted a bit. Dr. Todd got me ready for bed, removing the corset briefly for me to go to the toilet. My nightdress was silk, black, short sleeved, thigh length. She informed me that stockings, shoes and gloves were to be worn continuously. A different bubble was placed over my hair. I had to take a sedative, helping me to sleep.
"Good night, Lorrie. I almost forgot - Happy birthday!" She turned off the light.
Chapter Three
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