Since my objective in signing the guest book was to be able to share experiences, it is only right that I lay it out why I have a c.b. and why I wear one. I hope, by taking this initiative, a similar spark will be struck in others; possibly too, there may be a few questions, hopefully discussion. I invite you to write me directly.
I was born on a hot August night....er, maybe we don't have to go that far back. But there is a need to go far enough back to try to establish my beginnings in bondage, for it was bondage that ultimately led to the chastity belt.
So it began in grammar school, seventh or eighth grade. Why it started I know not, though I've thought often and very hard exactly why the bondage stated and when. I do know very early on, pressure on my groin was important to my bondage. I also discovered an athletic supporter was special: it encased the genetalia -- this excited, frustrated and, most importantly, insulated the groin from contact.
Years passed. Bondage varied in its importance in life. Dating and eventually marriage was impacted to one degree or another by my liking for bondage. Unfortunately, a poor communicating ability and a vague sense of guilt averted a frank exposition of my bondage desires with my bride; worse, I was unable to enlist her in this important though not overpowering facet of my life. She did her best to do some things but since she had no understanding why it was important to me, and I didn't help her, at best her participation was unenthusiastic.
Somewhere along the line, I began to lessen the pressure on my bride. Amazingly, to me, at that time (I finally DID learn something!), her willingness increased!!! Bondage was fun but it was no longer to be feared. In the early years of marriage, from time to time, I would purchase bondage devices -- restraints for me, and fetish items and some bondage items for my bride but with no prior discussion with her. In more recent times, these devices were finally coming to be seen as frosting on the cake rather that as a replacement for the cake, and subsequent purchases were jointly made.
Now, with the background, we can move more rapidly. In 1990, with the full acquiesence of my wife, I secured a locking, leather jock from Fetters in England. This was a quantum step. It combinded bondage with the encasement of the genitals. Picture a jock strap, made of leather. The genitals are secured inside a leather cacoon, and covering the genitals inside that cacoon is a stiff leather cup-like piece. Small padlocks, short on security but long on symbolism, are used to secure the belt in front and back. I wore this often: work, play, leisure, even dinner dances with my bride. A key at this time was that my bride viewed it as non-threatening to her and a source of joy to me. A wonderful effect was bumping into things -- the jaring reverberated but the stiff cup protected. Nothing could touch the encased genitals.
After several years of frustrating experience in trying to find good bondage videos, I finally secured a couple sources. Watching bondage videos while locked in the jock was highly exciting and deliciously frustrating. As wearing time increased, a distinct limitation in the leather jock became painfully obvious: an inability to pee and defecate unless the jock was unlocked, which meant I had to carry the keys, at least while at work or other times away from home.
About this time, the thought of a more secure device that would accomodate bodily functions began to insinuate itselt into my mind ... yes, a chastity belt. Initially, I thought a c.b. would be utterly impractical, at least for a male. What I had heard of them suggested the price was off-putting. Written descriptions weren't especially helpful in depicting anything other than an expensive curriosity.
And then a fateful day came in the Fall of 1993 when I went to Marie Constance's shop, Dressing for Pleasure, in Upper Montclair, NJ, to dream and hope, and to shop for Christmas. While there, I actually saw what I have learned to be a LaCeinture version of a c.b. -- and I knew I had to have one. I bought a brochure and took it home. I admit I was apprehensive: I would not buy a c.b. unless my bride approved. To my intense joy, not only was she not opposed, she actually encouraged me to order it!
In case you're unaware, the manufacturer states two people are needed to measure for his c.b. So my wife did her part. One measurement requires insertion of a pencil into the rectum. We had a lot of fun with the measuring. And then, in an unanticipated level of interest, my bride accompanied me back to Constance's shop to place the order. Sensing my bride's nervousness (she had nver wanted to go to "one of those stores" before) Marie was very attentive to my bride. She engaged my wife in a very supportive conversation, for which I was very thankful. [Side item: we had recently re-introduced c.p. into our games. Marie had a supply of canes. I suggested to my wife we get one. Marie detected my bride's uncertainty so she inquired if my bride had ever used one. My bemused bride admitted she hadn't, so Marie gave her a lesson in the proper administration of a cane right there in her shop, with clerks and other customers present, using my ass! We purchased the cane.]
During the time between ordering and delivery, we re-located from Long Island to Wisconsin.
The package arrive near Spring, 1994. As soon as possible, I put it on, but I didn't lock it! It was obviously a secure device -- so it took me a while to build up enough courage to apply the lock. I can still hear that first click. I knew without the key I was in deep doo-do. That feeling was overpowering. I had to immediately GET THE BELT OFF!!! The key wouldn't go in the lock! Panic! But, then, relief. The key went in, and, with relief, I unlocked the belt ... and I promptly re-locked it.
Our temporary living circumstances prevented my bride and me from a joint exploration. I was on my own. Very quickly, I concluded the belt could not be a proper fit. It was simply impossible to defecate without making a mess. Correspondence with Marie Constance led to my returning the belt for adjustment. More money and more waiting.
Finally, it came back. It fit nicely -- maybe not exactly as it should, but it suits me. The belt part is snug. Since I'm not well endowed, I sort of have to coax my penis to enter the tube. After a few minutes, all is snug and comfortable. [Note: for anyone considering a L'Cenitere version, please insert the pencil well into your rectum, and then pull the tape measure snugly but not tightly against penis and balls.]
I wear the belt often. I wear it to work, for leisure, whenever it seems like a good idea. Most often I hold the key or rather it is in plain sight and available. But there have been times when my bride has held it. I suppose this is not perceived by me as dangerous as it might be, because I am confidant my bride would let me out if I requested it. Still, it is an act of faith to see her walk away with the key. Since we are not lifestylers, and the belt is for fun, I have not been locked in for an extended period. The longest time I've worn the belt has been 30 hours, but I have been locked in several hours several days in a row.
That lock clicking shut is a very important momement, no matter how often I've been locked in. Once locked, it is either a key, or a locksmith ... or a blowtorch. Yet it is also comforting. Very often, when I get a chance for a nap, I'll lock the belt on and then my rest is very deep and satisfying.
Since getting the c.b., we've added a strait jacket and a full head, leather hood. Being secure in the entire ensemble is terrific. Watching the bondage videos so secured is just great.
Recently, I've discovered a rather disturbing situation has arisen. I have become attracted to the c.b., a true fetish, and it has replaced everythig -- and I mean everything! For that reason, I've put all my toys away for three months. I'm in day 20, and I'm very much aware of not wearing my c.b.
So that's my story. I'm 61 and I've been married 35 years.
Bernie
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