After Mrs. SuperA agreed to let me go to gathering being hosted in central Maryland, during the last weekend of February of 1999, we had to discuss my travel conditions. Wearing a chastity belt full time is our secret and no one in real life knows of my condition except for the friends and acquaintances I have met through the internet, but none-the-less, she always worries about me being 'exposed'. I told her that she has no reason to worry because many people wear medical braces around the waist for a variety of reasons - back, kidney, hernia, etc. So if someone should ever ask, that is what I would tell them; but she is still extremely concerned someone will discover my belt which ultimately would cause her great embarrassment.
After obtaining permission to go to the party, my next plateau was my condition of travel. Out of the perhaps several thousand people who are employed at the Minneapolis - St. Paul International Airport, we know one individual quite well. He is a Federal Police Officer, working the Monday through Friday dayshift. His responsibilities have nothing to do with the day to day inspection of carry-on luggage nor passengers that set off the metal detectors unless they become loud, boisterous or unruly, but nonetheless, she was worried that 'John' would find out about my CB and tell the whole world.
Ever since my 'coming out' to my wife 3 years ago that I masturbated daily (at least once, but usually 2 or 3 times) for the past 21 years of our marriage, I have worn a CB and have been belted 24/7/51. I am only allowed to be out one week a year, which is when we are on vacation, or when she decides to let me out. That freedom only occurs when I am having 'mechanical problems' (than you Pinkie for that wonderful phrase) or when she is standing guard over me like hawk as for some reason she believes she cannot trust me to be 'good' for more than a couple of minutes. (Hmmm, I can't understand where she would get that idea.)
While I was packing my carry-on case Thursday night, she asked which belt I was taking along for the weekend, as I was not going though airport security belted because 'John' might find out. She told me to pack that belt in my carry-on and she would unlock me Friday morning. I asked with a fiendish grin, "you mean you're going to trust me all day long at work?" She said that she had no choice as she was worried about an incident at the airport.
She said that after going though the metal detector, she expected me to find a bathroom and put my CB on. I said, I cannot make any guarantees, but I highly doubt I will be good all day at work. (I was going to the airport directly from work.)
Since I am only gone 2 days and traveling light, I was not going to check any luggage. I asked her what do you think the guard sees when that X-Ray machine scans the luggage. If he sees any metallic objects or anything that looks suspicious, he will ask you to open your luggage for a personal verification that it is not a weapon. Although I am somewhat of an exhibitionist, I didn't think that would be as much fun as 'getting caught' and me having to explain why I was locked into a chastitybelt.
I finally convinced her that there was an infinitesimal chance that 'John' would discover me and that it would be best for me to stay belted and to go though security belted.
That way she would know I was not going to be able to disrupt HER Lenten commitment for me, which was that there will be no enjoyment for me until Easter. A week previously at our Ash Wednesday services, she declared me WE were giving up sex for Lent and me (in particular) possibly longer. When I questioned "longer?", she said, "just because Christ rose on Easter, I don't know when the next time you will."
With all of that settled, I finally arrived at the airport Friday afternoon. I walked up to the security checkpoint and placed my 2 bags on the conveyor belt and walked though the metal detector. Sure enough, it beeped. They had me step over into another aisle for a retest behind another 6 individuals whom also got beeped.
Finally when my turn came, the guard held out a basket and asked me to put my keys and any other metallic objects in there. I told him, "it won't make much difference, I'm wearing a metal brace around my waist, so I will set off the alarm again anyway." So, I placed nothing in the basket, and walked through again.
He told me to raise my arms and started scanning me with his hand wand. He found the zippers on my boots, my watch band and a concentration of metal around my waist. Since I was wearing my Walter Goethels, there is a large metal plate in the back of course the cock tube in front. When the unit beeped in the front, he did nothing, however when it beeped in the back he started to feel around at the tail of my spine.
He asked, "is that it?" and told him yes. He asked if I carried a medical card and I told him no. He rescanned me and asked me again if I had a medical card, and again I told him no. Then he just stood there for about a 10 seconds and looked at me in dead silence. Finally, I leaned forward and whispered, "I am locked into a chastitybelt and don't have a key". His eyes got as big as ping pong balls and his face went blank - like he had seen a ghost. After what seemed like 15 seconds of no activity, I asked, "Can I go now?" He stood there motionless. I let another 5 seconds pass then asked, "May I leave?" Finally, since he said nothing, I picked my bags and left. Hrumph! - what a non-event that was!
I walked down to the gate and along the way I found a phone, called my wife and told her the whole story. She thanked me for calling and said she had a splitting headache just thinking about it. I told her it basically went as I expected - a non-event situation. She wished me luck and said goodbye.
When I got to BWI I met Altairboy, and as planned, we drove to our hotel. We got in pretty late and were tired, so we turned in for the evening.
Then next morning I was talking to him and he showed me all the toys he brought along. Of course he brought his Walter, (but he wasn't wearing it). He has the deluxe model with the polished finish and it looks like a work of art. As I was admiring it, a great idea popped into my head.
"Hey there AB, since you brought the Walter, you must have brought the keys - right?", I said quizzically, "Gee, I wonder if the keys for your belt would fit mine?" It didn't take him but one second before he laughed and said, "Hah! are you kidding - I know your reputation. Do you want your wife to hunt me down?" I said, "But, but, I'll never tell." He said, "you're right - cause there will be nothing to tell - No, you're not going to even see my keys."
Saturday I went to the party wearing my black leather jeans and a white turtle neck sweater. I wasn't really quite sure what to wear, but did want to blend in. Since black is the color of choice, I was at least half dressed for the occasion. Believe it or not, that is the only item of apparel I own that is black.
There were 180 people who had RSVP'ed, but obviously not all showed up at once. The host said 19 states were represented and I tried to meet as many as I could. But since I did not have a play partner, I stayed dressed in my clothes until the evening dinner break. Over all there was a lot of interest in CB's at the party, and after they found I was locked into one, several people asked to see it, so each time I lowered my jeans and let them examine it. After returning for the evening play session, I decided to strip off my clothes because nearly everyone else was in fetish clothing.
Since I was now 'on display' and there were several people wearing belts (but only one wearing a Walter), I got a lot of attention and questions. I had plenty of time to see the toys and appliances in action, so by the close of the Saturday session, I knew which ones I would like to try. Seeing all the play going on got me really horny. Watching all the teasing and playing was highly erotic!
After we returned Sunday afternoon, I finally got the enough courage to ask someone to play. It was a very powerful experience - five days later, I still am searching for the words to describe it.
In addition to the great assortment of toys there were several talks, books for sale, and a couple of slide shows. I learned a lot about the many facets of BDSM. The Host and hostess were very gracious, always checking to make sure I was comfortable. Everyone has to have a first time, and they made mine a good experience.
After this session, I know I want more - many more, but also realize I have a lot of work to do to find a way of asking my vanilla wife to begin to participate in this fantastic new world.
Back at BWI for the return flight home, I decided I was going to be a little more brazen when going through the security checkpoint. What the heck, I knew no one there and had nothing to lose, besides I had plenty of time before I caught my plane. I decided if they asked any questions, I would just tell him like it is and say that I'm wearing a CB.
Again, I put my carry-on bags on the conveyor, then walked through the scanner. After it beeped, a guard told me to hold out my arms and asked if it was ok for them to do a 'pat' search. I debated at the point to just tell him at that point that I have a CB on, but waited for him to find it. He quickly patted me down, but did not use a hand scanner. After that quick search, he said I was clean, and let me go on. The whole process was over in 5 seconds - another non-event.
The next several days after returning home were very difficult for me. When I returned to work, I felt like I had been away on vacation for what seemed like a month - even though it was only a weekend. I had trouble concentrating on work and was reminiscing, reliving and having flashbacks of the events from the weekend. I'm glad I went, and how realize how powerful this experience can be and know somehow someway, I want to do this again, and again, and again.
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