<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Would on 17Short 短故事</title><link>https://17short.com/tags/would/</link><description>Recent content in Would on 17Short 短故事</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>zh-cn</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2026 15:21:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://17short.com/tags/would/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Fitting 1-6</title><link>https://17short.com/2026/07/07/The-Fitting-1-6/</link><pubDate>Tue, 07 Jul 2026 15:21:09 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://17short.com/2026/07/07/The-Fitting-1-6/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;The Fitting - Day 1: Arrival
We had been planning for this event for over a year, when I had at last realised that this and only this would fulfil my needs. Many months previously we had received the confirmation of our order and an appointment for the fitting. Yet at the moment that we drove through that gate, I felt a terrible surge in my belly, a taste of finality, the feeling of a previously uncrossed bridge now being crossed. Now there could be no turning back. I sat back in my seat outwardly calm, but inside part of me wanted to run away, to hide, to escape. What kept me there? I recognised that this internal conflict was a major part of what I needed.
The Inaccessible Man had an impressive international reputation as the provider of the best fitting and most effective chastity belts in the world. We had seen descriptions and photographs. We had read reports by users describing their experiences, and everything we had read and heard had matched what we desired for ourselves, for me. The cost was high, but we had made sacrifices and could afford it. And now we were arriving for the fitting. We would stay a week at his house, longer if there were problems, and I would leave here wearing it.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>