From Centurians, 1983

It is with interest that we read the article The Chastity Belt. It is great to know that wearers of the Belt are voluntary encased and not by force. It is my husbands theory that Ladies of the crusaders were more than willing to have their loins encased whilst their loved one was away. What better way to stop unwelcome advances from sex starved Knight than to hit one's middle with a loud clang saying "alas my Lord I cannot" bursting into tears as the matter is completely out of her hands. The amorous Knight cursing her husband as a barbarian determined to clap the Belt on his spouse on his return.

To come to the point, a few years ago I had an unfortunate experience. I was unable to venture out of the house without considerable fear of unwelcome advances. Having read some of your readers letters, my husband suggested that if I was made secure in some way I would be able to venture forth. Purchasing a long legged panty girdle for our experiment loops were stitched to the waist and legs. When the girdle was pulled on, three separate chains were threaded through the loops and padlocked together. I was so prepared on each journey out of the house. The fear that I had previously had largely subsided. I was able to go shopping on my own even. The keys to the chains always being left at home.

Unfortunately. after having largely gained my confidence I desperately had to answer the call of nature. I cut the loops around the waist easily with a small pair of scissors. Once I had realized what I had done and that the security of my pants proved almost useless I reverted back to my former state. My husband, a skilled machinist, decided something a lot more secure was needed. We decided that a Girdle of Chastity such as worn in the Crusades would be ideal. After numerous enquiries we obtained a book from the library on the subject. Studying the illustration we both picked what we thought the most secure. We chose an illustration depicting a "Bellifortis" chastity girdle as the basis for our design. The description as quoted "Florentinarium hoc bracile dominarium ferream et durum, ab antea sic resertum."

This being a Girdle of iron locked on Florentine women for reasons which are easy to divine. This sold us on the design of our girdle. My husband measured me carefully cutting out numerous cardboard patterns. Each night he would bring home a section of shaped metal pressing to my body and chalking marks and writing down measurements. This process took over two months, as I was getting more and more apprehensive. At last the great day arrived. I could hardly control myself as the box containing my long awaited girdle was placed on the table. It seemed hours to finish our meal clean up and prepare for the great moment.

At last the time came to try on the Girdle. My husband carrying the box behind me, I entered the bedroom. Undoing the box the Girdle of Chastity was produced for my inspection. Made out of solid bronze sections its weight was considerably more then I had bargained for. There were eleven shaped sections all closely hinged together at the largest being the frontal shield. This also housed the lock into which the front of the waist band was to rest. The whole being perfectly smooth and polished to a mirror finish. With pride and reverence my husband laid the belt over the dressing room stool.

Stripping down completely. I sat down on the stool the Girdle of Chastity between my legs. Excitedly the front was lifted up by my husband and the cold metal pressed into my over heated sex sending shivers of delight into my body. I then had to hold the shield tight to my stomach as my husband lifted up the back encircling my waist with the heavy band. The ends tightly forced into the front. Out of the box he took a long screw with a special sort of end together with a flexible rod having a key welded on the end that fitted the screw head. Holding the Girdle tightly closed my husband laid me on the bed. The screw was pushed into a four inch long bronze tube welded to the sex cover to engage the' sides of the waistband inside the square box that they had been inserted in. The special key was then inserted and tightly screwed up. Finally as a further precaution some sealing wax was melted over the end of the tube from which the key had been withdrawn.

I was now completely sealed and locked up in my Girdle of Chastity. I felt like the Ladies of the Crusaders as my hands explored my newly acquired jewel. My fingers sliding easily over the polished surface of the numerous metal plates trying to push into my vagina shielded by the perforated plate in front. I grew hot inside the Girdle as I found I could not scratch the itch developed in my most sensitive region. Frustration nearly driving me to panic I desperately tried to easy my body out of the Girdles imprisoning embrace. The solid bronze section not allowing any movement of my protective shield. My husband amused by my frantic efforts pulled me off the bed. Standing. I felt the full weight of the belt as it tightly rested on my hips. I managed to walk with difficulty as the unaccustomed prison held its firm embrace chaffing my waist and legs. No matter how I moved I could feel the hard metal on my tender skin burning as I grew red hot under its cruel hand.

I persevered for the rest of the evening stretching my legs wide apart to gain as much room inside the Chastity Girdle as possible trying to pull my vagina in from the unyielding cover and allowing a little air to circulate over my heated sex. The key to my belt left on the dressing table made my excuse to retire. Undressing I examined the ugly welds the girdle had imposed on by body. Without hesitation of the consequences I grabbed the key, flying to the bathroom as must the crusaders done on gaining a duplicate. The sealing wax impatiently picked out of the tube. The long flexible key pushed home and the screw holding my belt together undone. To my relief the screw turned easily and fell out as I withdrew the key. Grabbing the sides of the waistband in sheer relief pulled to free myself from the agony of my metallic briefs. Disaster, the ends of the waist band would not pull out of the lock. In tears I pulled and manipulated the lock that held the belt closed around my middle. Impossible to move I realized I was imprisoned inside fourteen pounds of metal that was not in my power to remove. Once I realized the helpless state I was in and my panic largely subsiding I replaced the screw that had been removed. Demurely I returned to the bedroom replacing the key. Laying in bed I awaited my husband. Trying to think up some excuse for the removal of the seal that I was unable to replace. I tried to be asleep as my husband got into bed, but trying to lay inside newly obtained hardware was impossible.

Embracingly, my husbands hands caressed the girdle he had so lovingly bestowed on me. His hands stopped on my stomach. his fingers explored. The bedclothes peeled back and my encumbered state revealed to his disbelieving eyes. Ashamed I had to admit I had to try and remove the Chastity Girdle as was not as yet used to its restriction and discomfort. I pleaded with him showing the chafe marks between the legs. My pleas for clemency falling on deaf ears. Annoyed he said that he had left the key on purpose. The lock on my waist was actually self-locking and to avoid any temptation on my or his behalf the key to open the lock had been deposited at the bank and could not be obtained till Monday. The screw was just an added safety device to protect the delicate locking mechanism that lay beneath it. Unless the special key was used correctly, my Chastity would never be freed and could even end up permanently encased.

I managed to sleep a little that night in spite of my discomfort. All the next day was agony as I moved about doing as much of my normal activities as possible. I learned to walk with my legs straddled to ease the pressure of my anterior plate. I wound some strips of velvet around my waist to pad against the bruising. Two wide strips of ribbon that I found. I used as a pair of braces to help support the considerable weight. My husband just looking amused at my pitiful attempts at gaining the maximum amount of comfort from his handiwork. The torments that day being unbelievable. The humiliation at being incarcerated at what was obviously my husbands enjoyment. I had at least voluntarily agreed to be so encased. How different must the medieval ladies have felt being forcibly taken to the blacksmith as their primitive iron girdles were forged over the anvil. Then to have the still warm metal hammered around their waists. The Lord and Master not trusting to the security of locks having rivets struck home to ensure his wife's fidelity as he trotted off to the crusades. How she must have cursed with words through clenched teeth such as "I will remember every minute you are away and long for your return".

A month had now passed, each day seemed an eternity as the Chastity Girdle still tightly imprisoned my loins. No mention of the key having been discussed since the first night. I was at last becoming accustomed to its embrace. I had healed where the belt had chaffed at first and surprisingly become used to its weight. What at first had been a feeling of distress was now of security. At last the Girdle was tending to have the desired effect for which I first intended. The only concern since having the girdle fitted was on my first period. My husband seeing my distress visited the bank to withdraw the key. You can imagine how impatient I was for his return. I laid on the bed feeling no doubt as the medieval maidens on hearing the approaching hooves of their loved ones charger. My girdled hips all exposed, ready and waiting for the insertion of the key. My body trembling and pulsing at the prospect of having my prison removed.

At last my husband returned, he covered my face so I could not see the forthcoming operation. I felt the screw undo and the probing of the key as it was inserted and turned. After what seemed an eternity, the ends of the waistband were pulled apart, and the shield pulled forward. Cold air rushing onto my overheated sex being an indescribable experience. Sitting, leaving the heavy girdle to rest on the bed I lightly stepped out to rejoice in my unencumbered freedom. Fourteen pounds of metal suddenly removed - I felt light as a feather. To bathe in complete luxury as I was able to relax comfortably, in the warm water without the horrible sound of metal against the tub. To my delight the heavy girdle had been removed. Sleep that night being wonderful as I laid in my unencumbered state. Sex being out of the question due to my condition. You can imagine how I felt next morning when presented with the chastity girdle all brightly polished by my loving husband. I protested as the heavy metal girdle was laid over the stool. Helped out of bed, I was allowed a brief visit to the toilet. Returning I was reluctantly forced to sit on the stool, astride my security device. Quickly, the front was forced into place and the ends of the waist band lifted up over my hips and clicked into place.

[ Back to fiction - chastity page ]

Page last updated 97-Feb-14 by: Altairboy@aol.com