Part 4
Sarah and Kim both worked at the local University. Sarah, who had a doctorate in library science, headed library operations and taught an occasional graduate-level class. Kim was a professor of psychology, and worked part time as a counselor in the University clinic. Sarah had generational wealth, and only worked because of the access to new information it enabled. Kim, who had become tenured at very young age, could work anywhere, and stayed at the University because of where it was located, and more importantly, because Kim was there.
As they kissed goodbye on their ways out the door for work, Kim noticed something in Sarah’s eyes, which told Kim that Sarah still wasn’t fully satisfied, even after last night, which meant both that Sarah needed something from a man and that before too long Kim was going to end up in the “suit.” Kim shivered at the thought, while at the same time involuntarily clenching and dampening down below. She shrugged—it wasn’t like she had a voice in the matter anyway.
Yes. The suit. Or rather, the suits, as there were several of them. Sarah still couldn’t get over how oddly she came to possess them.
It had begun several months after Kim had moved in and their relationship had begun. Sarah’s elderly great aunt, who lived up north, was failing physically, and Sarah took a leave of absence from work to help with her care.
Sarah was fond of her aunt, though she didn’t know much about her—except that she had been in a convent years ago. A convent in the Netherlands, in fact, and she had come to this country about 20 years ago. Sarah was the only family she had left.
The aunt’s convent had been located in a remote part of the Netherlands which was noted for the strictly conservative religious practices of its residents. Her aunt had been a member of an all female Order, whose primary tenet was the promotion of sexual abstinence. Many a local daughter had been delivered to the care of the convent for the sin of “immodest“ behavior. None voluntarily. Sarah’s aunt had been one of those daughters.
Sarah’s aunt had been welcomed into and became a member of the convent’s Order, in time becoming its head seamstress. And there is where what Sarah’s aunt shared with Sarah became rather strange. Sarah, though troubled by what her aunt shared, brushed it off as the ramblings of elderly mental decline. The truth, though, was that Sarah’s aunt wanted Sarah to know something. But what?
Several times, several evenings, Sarah’s aunt had described the final trial novitiates had to endure before becoming full members of the Order. It involved being dressed in a particular garment, or “vestment,” sewn by Sarah’s aunt. The purpose of the trial was to permanently and completely break the novitiate of carnal need, “separating the demon from the soul,” in their words, and, at least while her aunt had been at the convent, it had never failed. Each novitiate who underwent the trial willingly made and kept her oath of chastity and obedience.
When a girl at the convent turned 18, she would be fitted with three “purity rings,” one pierced through each nipple, and one through her clitoris, or “place of sin.”
According to Sarah’s aunt, the vestment was designed to be worn with three pieces of blessed silver, and three small (3 cm) but heavy silver balls. Two of the silver pieces would be fitted over the rings pierced through the novitiate’s nipples—covering her areole and the fronts of her breasts. The purpose of these pieces was to sexually stimulate the breasts—their pattern and textured undersides having been perfected though years and years of experimentation and study. The third piece covered the length of the girl’s cleft and her mons. The underside of this piece was also textured, and was engineered to force apart and penetrate the wearer’s sex. It was also internally ported to allow the wearer to pass water during a period of extended wear—-this was necessary as the trial did take time to complete, and the wearers did commonly lose control. The silver balls would be inserted in the novitiate’s vagina before the vaginal plate was secured.
Once the silver hardware was in place, the vestment would be cinched tight, and the purity rings would be passed through button hole-like openings in the vestment . The vestment would then be locked on by small padlocks threaded through the rings. Once locked on, it was unremovable by the subject without painfully damaging the wearer’s tender pierced flesh.
The vestment and accessories were intended to be sexually stimulating when worn, and they were, gently at first. Here is where years of experimentation and study by the nuns of the Order came into play. The wearer would find her arousal building slowly, as time passed, toward a peak, yet never decreasing. The slightest movement, even from only breathing, would increase the arousal—it was unrelenting. Even if the wearer climaxed, and at a point the wearer would start to climax continually, the arousal would not abate. Instead, it would continue to build and build. Eventually, the wearer would find the arousal to be unbearable, and the would become hysterical, begging for relief. The hysteria would lead to a terrified desperation, and the wearer would break mentally—her sexual yearnings permanently separated from her will. At this stage, the wearers would always be ready to make and accept their vows.
Her aunt told her that sha had hoped Sarah’s mother would join the order, and had even sewn a couple of garments which might fit her, but they had never been worn. Sarah’s mother had wed before the aunt had been able to convince her sister of the virtues of committing Sarah’s mother to the Order.
Sarah found this to be too incredibly fantastic to believe, but she listened and humored her aunt. It was only when Sarah saw her aunt naked while bathing that Sarah started to doubt her conclusion—her aunt still wore the rings of a novitiate.
Sarah’s aunt, in her will, left her few belongings to Sarah, and upon her passing her executor arranged for them to be shipped to Sarah. All doubt Sarah had about her aunt’s stories vanished when she opened a small trunk that had been shipped. Within the trunk were three white cotton garments, which looked only like heavy boned corset dresses or foundation garments from the 1940s or 50s. But also within the trunk were a box of purity rings, several complete sets of blessed silver and balls, a set of notes that detailed the trial ritual (how to fit and tighten the vestment and accessories, and the necessary preparations) and several hand-written journals, one of which noted in almost pornographic detail each novitiate’s trial experience going back more than 100 years. The notes and journals were written in Dutch—which Sarah could still read from her childhood and early adolescent training. Also in the trunk were a couple of boxes filled with other carefully wrapped silver pieces, obviously not for use in the trials, the purpose and function of which weren’t then obvious to Sarah
To say that Sarah and Kim were astonished when they opened the trunk would be a tremendous understatement. The Order had, due to a lack of interest in its practices, failed, and its property had been contributed to a larger church. However, Sarah’s aunt, the lone living member of the Order, until she too died, had sole custody of the remaining trial paraphernalia and was the repository of the Order’s sacred teachings and training manuals and records. The Order’s history of over 130 years was now in Sarah’s possession.
To Kim, after Sarah explained the trial to her, it was like a great trove of forbidden sex candy. Sarah’s reaction was more tempered, as she had heard first hand from her aunt the purposes and capabilities of it all. Still, neither could resist trying a garment on—of course with the accessories. Even without the purity rings and locks, and even though they had not been properly prepared, it didn’t take long for them to appreciate the raw power the garments possessed.
Sarah kept the notes and journal to herself, reading and learning about the practices of the Order—which went well beyond the trial. On occasion Sarah would have Kim dress in one of the suits (assisted by Sarah, who had learned well the instructions) and marinate while in the suit’s grasp. Sarah was very careful not to let Kim wear the suit for too long as that could have unwanted consequences for Kim. Sarah had even arranged, over Kim’s protestations, for three of the purity rings to be attached to Kim in the proper places. She was fond of joking that Kim was her own “personal novitiate.” The joke always made Kim uneasy.
Sarah liked nothing more than watching a helpless Kim fight against the suit.
The suit always won.
And yes, Kim would be spending time in the suit this weekend. Sarah could hardly wait!
Part 5
The hostess from the wine event wasted no time setting matters in motion. She first called her friend, the owner of Coda, a trendy and very popular local restaurant, and tentatively reserved several times for a dinner—of course at a table overlooking the beach and ocean. Impossibly romantic. Then she reached out to Sarah and Jim to fix a date. She decided to make it a true blind date—so neither would know with whom they were being fixed up.
Her conversation with Jim went well enough, and he reluctantly agreed to the date. Sarah was a tougher sell—she was, when she took the call, preoccupied by her plans for Kim later that day, and not really interested in anything else. It took some begging, but Sarah finally gave in. The date was set for the following Saturday at 7:30–the reservation under the hostess’s name. Neither Sarah nor Jim thought more about the arrangement until closer to the time.
The following week passed quickly, and couldn’t come soon enough for poor Kim—who had endured two sessions in the suit in the meantime, and was exhausted. Sarah had been sexually voracious since the wine tasting and Kim was more than relieved to have a night off.
He was the first to arrive at the restaurant, and they seated him at a table by the window. He had dressed nicely. Jacket, but no tie. Very presentable, he thought. As soon as he saw her at the hostess stand he recognized her—and his heart thumped. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her dress, a floral, pastel-hued sundress, perfect for the seaside, was matched with bone-colored sandals showing off her lovely pedicured feet and toes. She was stunning. He stood as she was escorted to the table—
“Ah, it’s you! Sarah, right?”
“Jim, right?”
They both smiled and laughed.
“Yes. Very good to see you again. I had no idea.”
“Nor did I. Let’s sit.”
The click between them was immediate and instant.
Just then a bottle of champagne appeared at their table—courtesy of their matchmaking friend.
“Cheers! To blind dates!”
“To blind dates!”
They both admitted that they had been disappointed with not getting each other’s contact information. They explored and talked like they had already been paired, and lingered over dinner. Jim shared that he had been widowed from his Ellen three years before, and that it had taken a while for him to get back on his emotional feet. Sarah shared about her early life, upbringing and education. Neither wanted to part company.
A thought came to Jim—
“This might seem a bit forward, but my place is not too far from here, and I do have a nice bottle of scotch I’ve been saving for a while. I don’t suppose … .”
“I would like that. I would like that very much!”
She followed him to his place. They kissed in the foyer, and left a trail of hastily discarded clothes all the way to the bedroom.
Their lovemaking was almost desperate—the first time. As their hunger reawakened again and again it became more measured, more calculated, and more pleasurable. The bottle of scotch never did get opened.
Morning came, and with it came one more act of coupling. Both Jim and Sarah were both satisfied and exhausted.
Jim left bed for the washroom and then the kitchen, returning with two large cups of coffee, milk and sugar. Sarah gratefully accepted the coffee, and sweetened it with a little sugar and added some milk.
“”Great coffee—and love the house! At least what I’ve seen of it.
“Thanks! It hasn’t had a lot of attention for a while, but it works.”
“Seriously, it is very nice. Ellen must have very nice taste.”
“She did, and thanks. By the way, you told me that you were a librarian. I.thought librarians were mousy puritanicals who never had fun and smelled funny. You cannot be one. Just not possible!”
“I’m not a librarian, jerk! (Smiling and laughing with her eyes.) I’m a ‘Library Scientist.’ I know things that you cannot imagine, and have the skills to find knowledge about anything I choose. So you, young man, best beware!”
“Okay, okay, I take it back. But wow! You were, or are, amazing!”
“Thank you. And you’re not half bad yourself.”
“It had been a while—glad I was able to please the lady!”
“And modest too. I like that.”
Later that morning, Kim smirked as Sarah made the “walk of shame” from her car to the front door. She gave Sarah a snarky—
“Well, look what the cat dragged in!”
Sarah was exhausted, slightly hung over, desperately in need of a shower from the night’s exertions, and definitely not in the mood for Kim’s impertinence—
“Collar, now!”
Once she was collared, Kim found herself on her knees between Sarah’s legs enjoying the “treat” that had been left for her there.
“Man cum—yuck! And lots of it—ewe! Me and my big mouth!” She thought as she cleaned her Mistress.”