My Journey of ChastitySubmitted by: SuperAWhat follows are the significant (true) events as I have progressed on my journey of chastity. Event #1 - Initial Fit - March 1997 After 5 months on anticipation, my Jones finally arrived. When the postman brought it to the door (it was a Saturday) all the kids were home and everyone wanted to know what it was. When I looked at the box and the return address said W. Jones, Tarpon Springs Fla., I immediately knew this is what I've been waiting for. I told the kids, "it's a present for mom's birthday" (which was about 2 months away). They wanted to know what it was, but I told them they will have to wait until her birthday to see it - thank God they forgot about it. I went up to the loft to check it out. After dumping the contents out, I was a little confused how everything went together (there were no instructions enclosed). So the first thing I did was to check to make sure the locks opened and closed. I surely didn't want to get things on in the wrong places and then find out, Bill sent the wrong keys for the locks. The excitement caused my member to swell up and there was no way that erect thing was going to fit in that tube, so it took me at least 2 hours of trying to get the tube on. Finally after getting all the components on and locked in place, I knew something was wrong. It just didn't fit like I expected. This was not going to stop me from jacking off. The waist band seemed way too loose, and things just didn't seem as tight as I would have expected, so I started bending the steel to make things fit better. I put my pants back on and wore the belt the rest of the day. When I went to bed that night, Mrs. SA asked if I was going to wear it the whole night. I told her I wanted to try. After lying down, I found it fit even looser if I laid on my back. At this point, I was really disappointed. I got up to check the measurements I had sent in, but couldn't find them. I wore the belt for the next 2 days trying to figure out what to do. I contacted Metroslave (where I purchased it thru) and they told me Jones will make adjustments for $75 in 3 weeks time, but I should provide precise instructions of what should be changed. I tried to figure out how much smaller the waist should be and concluded it should be 2 inches. But instead of sending the belt back to Jones, I decided to take it to a local metal shop hoping for a faster turn-around. I arrived at the shop at 6:45 hoping to be the first customer in the shop, but there was someone else there besides the 2 workers there already, so I went back out to my car to sit until he left. Then I went back in and said I had some personal metal work to be done. The guy asked what, and I told him, maybe it would be better if he saw it. I went out to the car and brought in the box, and then dumped the contents on the table. He looked at it, then at me for a moment, and asked, "what is it?". I retorted back, "what do you think it is?" Another question followed, "Is this what I think it is?" I told him yes. But without the penis tube, it looked like the female model. He wanted to know what I wanted done and I explained that I wanted 2 inches removed from the waist band. He said ok, "what's your name & number and I'll call you when its done." I told him I preferred to wait, so he said I would have to wait for 20 mins while he finished what he was working on. It took him 15 minutes to complete the task, and he charged $15. I left and went to work for the day. My mind was on the belt the whole day, I couldn't wait to get home and try it out. When I got home and put it on, I thought it was too tight, now what? I tried to wear it for 2 days and it was killing me - there went $400 down the drain, I thought. Finally I decided to go back to the shop where I was to ask him if he could add an inch. When I got there, he smiled at me and said, "Well?" I told him, what I needed and he said he could do it, but it would take some time. He said I would have to leave it and wanted to know what my name and phone number was. I told him I'd rather not leave that information. He said he needed something to put a tag on the item to be fixed, so I told him SuperA, and don't worry, I WILL be back to get it at 4PM. After I got it home and tried it out, my belt fit much better. For the next week I wore the belt most of the time, but of course had a key. Finally, I declared, I was ready to hand over the keys (to Mrs. SA). Event #2 - At the doctor (4 months later - July) I was outside working in the yard when I uncovered a hornets nest. I gently backed away, but one of them buggers must not have liked me, as he zapped on the forearm. Normally, I don't react from a sting, but this time my arm started to swell immediately. When I went into the house to see if we had any benadryl syrup my wife was complaining her neck was really bothering her. It was about a week after my wife was sideswiped in an auto accident, so since we were both hurting, we both decided to go to the clinic. We signed in, and the nurse put us both in the same examination room. The doctor checked her out first and prescribed some pain medication and a cervical collar (neck brace). He then turned his attention to my swollen forearm which was about twice the size it normally is. He told me I had quite an infection in there, and that in addition to an antibiotic pill he prescribed, the nurse would be in to give me a shot in the arm. When the nurse came in she had quite a large hypo and told me to pull down my pants. I replied, "but the doctor said it would be in my arm." The nurse then said, he recommended a larger dose and that I should get it in my backside instead. Mrs. SA nearly had a fit as I still had my chastity belt on. If I lowered my pants and pulled out my tucked in shirt - surely the nurse would have questions. I asked for a few minutes alone with my wife while we figured out what to do next. The nurse left, but came back in before we had a chance to agree on something. The nurse asked if I was going to get the shot or not? I told her, umm, yeah, sure, but I have to go to the bathroom first. Fortunately my wife had her key with her. I went into the bathroom to remove my belt. Several minutes later my wife knocked on the door. Since we had no place to hide the CB, it was her job to stay in the bathroom , while I went back to the examination room to get my shot. After getting stuck, I went back into the bathroom door and knocked twice. She peeked out and saw me, and let me in. Then she went back to examination room to get her cervical collar, while put my CB back on as we had no way to carry it out. Finally, I emerged from the bathroom, met wife in the exam room as if nothing weird had ever happened, but I'll bet the clinic personnel had plenty to talk about after we left. The new me - August By now, I have become quite used to the 7/24 lifestyle change and Mrs. SA has accepted the "new me" (her man of steel). She likes the control she has over me, however there have been times when she has said she wished she didn't have to use the belt to get sex on her schedule. When I asked what she meant, she said she wanted it more spontaneous. I told her I now ask daily to get out, but she knows I really want to jack-off. I told her ANY relief is welcome since I can't do want I want, when I want. When I originally suggested a CB, I never expected wearing a chastitybelt to be such a wonderful experience. Our marriage is now completely renewed and 100% stronger. Anyway, we have decided we needed another belt to alternate with and we ordered a Walter Goethels as we want to have a spare CB should something get broken and she couldn't lock me up. But to my dismay, when he wrote back (accepting my order) he told me that it will be 10 months (at the earliest) before he can get me my belt. We elected to wait it out. At the Amusement Park- September The company picnic took place on a warm muggy day at the local amusement park. As part of the check-in procedure, my 3 kids (all teenagers) and I received a company shirt and baseball cap. I looked around and everyone had their company shirts on, so I told the kids lets go to the bathroom to change. My son, said "that's ok, we can just take off our shirts here - we're guys, you know, dad." I asked what about the girls? My youngest said, "I can just change like I do on the softball field; putting the new shirt over the old (then with some magical moves get out of the inside shirt and pull it off). She accomplished this task in less than 30 seconds. Then she offered to help my oldest daughter do the same thing who is not into the sports scene. This left only me without my company shirt on. I said let me try that. So I put the new shirt over the old and tried to pull my arms out. After a minute of struggling, I knew it was hopeless. I was going to have to take both shirts off. I 'hiked up' my shorts to try and cover the waist band of my Jones chastitybelt but they wouldn't go high enough. So I tried to be really quick about taking the two shirts off, separating them and put the new one back on. I no sooner got the shirts off when my oldest daughter asked, "whats that?" "Whats, what?, I asked back. "That", and she pointed to the waist band. The silence was deafening as I debated what to tell them. Seconds seemed like hours. Then one of them asked, "Is that for your kidneys?" Relieved that somehow an answer came up - I quickly made up a story about a new treatment to help prevent the reoccurrence of my kidney stones - and they bought it! Three months later (December. ) Mrs. SA & I go on an annual vacation (to Mexico). But, prior to leaving she wasn't sure what she was going to do regarding our 5 tanning booth visits we do to get used to the "sun" so we don't become "lobster backs". We have built a relationship based upon honesty (if she asks). She threatened to leave me locked up while I was in the tanning booth, but like other veiled threats that never happened. But what did surprise me is when she asked if I had hidden a rubber somewhere or if I had planned to masturbate while in the tanning bed. I told her, I had never thought of that idea - thanks! In the end, she unlocked me in the tanning booth and then took my clothes and went to her booth. I was always 'good' for those 20 minutes, and when we got home, the first thing was to ALWAYS replace the belt. I was still belted when the alarm went off at 3 AM (to catch our 6 AM flight to Mexico) when I asked her if I was going to Mexico like this? She said she would take the belt off just before we were ready to go. Wow! What a vacation. During my one week of freedom we had a great time. After 4 days of twice a day and onetime 3 times, she declared I was insatiable. (I knew that.) From then on, she only needed me once a day and I was free to do what I wanted, provided I would 'perform' for her the next day. The next several days I performed for her when she needed it, and got to masturbate at least once also. Not to bad for a 48 year young guy. When we returned home, she told me I would not have to replace the belt until Monday morning (the official start of the work week and the end of my vacation. Needless to say, I took full advantage of my freedom. One Year later (March 1998) Since the beginning I have worn my Jones over 95% of the time, only getting out for special occasions, vacation and for sex. The average relief being 10 days or thrice a month. However once I went 28 days and once for 21 days. I am happy to be participating in my "Corrective Action" (http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/story130.htm) program In the past year, I have made many new friends via email, the irc and in person. All of this is totally due to Altairboy's innovative work of creating his wonderful web site and the hard work of maintaining it. However I must also credit all of the authors and contributors to our community as well - without you, we would have nothing. I appreciate the opportunity to entertain you with my stories and poems and look forward to sharing my second year of chastity with you.. To all of you - THANKS for your efforts and allowing me to participate in this on-going journey.
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