I had ordered the chastity harness (for convenience, from here on I'll just refer to it as a chastity **belt**) from Centurions. Since this was a "first" for me, I rented a post office box so no one would get my home address.
The belt arrived in the mail. The catalog says it comes with two locks, but only one was in the box. Other than one small lock (with one key) and the belt, there was nothing else (directions on how to put it on, for instance) in the box.
After my wife rather reluctantly agreed to be my key holder, I informed her that I had already purchased and had in my possession a chastity belt. She asked to see it. I showed it to her. She glared at it and repeatedly made comments about how she didn't understand how I could want such a thing.
However, I was to find that my wife had a surprise or two in store for me. She was due to fly out of town early on Saturday, March 8. When I returned home from work on the afternoon of Friday, March 7, my wife suggested I put the belt on right then and there, because everything would be busy the next morning and in the confusion there might not to time for (in her words) "that ridiculous thing." I agreed to put it on that evening.
Having never put it on before, it was something of a chore to do. I put it on myself, with my wife at first watching and then walking out of the room before I completely had it on. Finally, it was on. Rather than locking it, however, my wife handed me two safety pins and suggested I use those, instead. I did.
Surprise number two was shortly thereafter, when my wife suggested we go out to dinner. I was a bit apprehensive about walking out of the house wearing the belt, but once I pulled my blue jeans up and fastened the waist, it was impossible to tell that I wearing anything "unusual" underneath.
We went to one of our favorite restaurants in a nearby strip shopping mall. The belt felt weird and I had to concentrate on dinner and conversation due to the feelings and sensations I was experiencing. (Specifically, I found I could not snugly close my legs nor could I cross my legs at all without first "manually" moving myself/the belt to one side.)
The next surprise came right after we finished. I followed my wife into an adjacent supermarket, where she headed down the automotive and household supplies aisle. She stopped in front of a display, turned to me and said, "Okay, pick one."
She had stopped in front of a display of Master brand key-operated padlocks and was indicating that I select a lock which would be substituted for the safety pins. (I felt like I was in one of those movie scenes where I was forced to pick my own method of execution.) Anyway, I selected the smallest Master locks on the display. There were two locks and two keys. I took down the item, we went to the checkout stand, I paid for the locks and we left.
We returned home, where my wife substituted the locks for the safety pins. She took one of the keys and put it in her suitcase. She put the other inside an Avery brand self-adhesive label, folded the label over on to itself, and initialed the label on both sides. She put the key on to the dining room table and, looking me straight in the eye, told me that when things got too tough, to use it (the key), but to know that if I did, I could just about forget ever spending another dime on another belt.
Sleep was not easy for me that night. Totally unfamiliar with this weight and feeling, I had trouble falling asleep.
The next morning, my wife was off. I was all alone... just me and my chastity belt. The lack of intercourse and the inability to masturbate were difficult enough, but I've been through worse when I was on a submarine years ago when I was in the Navy.
Where I had problems was in exercising, showering and what happened when I either got an erection or went totally flaccid.
As I am a runner, I had no choice but to see what would happen. As it turned out, it wasn't too bad. Doing exercising turned out to be something of a challenge. I didn't necessarily want others at the local gym noticing anytime "unusual" if they happened to glance up my workout short leg, so I decided, for the brief period my wife was gone, to exercise at home and skip the gym scene. Problem solved.
Showering, however, became a problem. I am naturally fair-skinned due to having reddish-blonde hair and a very light complexion. The leather of the belt just wouldn't dry satisfactorily or in a timely manner. (Don't own a hot-air blow dryer.) Even without the belt, I dust myself with Johnson's baby powder to keep down the incidence of rash.
An even bigger (no pun intended) problem came when I got an erection or went flaccid. I'm not the world's most endowed man, so when things were "normal," my penis was just (how should I say this?) "laying" in the belt (not filling it completely). When I got an erection (as much of one as the belt permitted, that is), the head of my penis came into contact with the inside of the metal rings and the edges of the side of the leather of which the belt is constructed. OUCH!!! On more than one occasion, I yelped from the pain, which drew looks from people who couldn't see anything unusual when just looking at me. (If only they knew...)
When I was completely flaccid, I found that without no difficulty whatsoever I could easily withdraw my penis from the between the spacing of the rings on the "shaft" of the belt and, viola, masturbation was entirely possible (although I had to wait in order to put myself back into the belt (by squeezing my penis back into the spacing).
Eventually, the combination of the continuous dampness in my crotch and the sharp, sudden pain of the belt against the head of my penis got to be too much. I tore open the Avery label and used the key to free myself. When my wife telephoned earlier this evening (Tuesday, March 11), I gave her the news. She had nothing to say.
I am now massively curious as to whether you (or any of the others who have e-mailed you or who you may personally know who have a Tollyboy or Walter G. belt) experience the same sort of discomfort wearing your metal belts. I am very interested to know. (It is fair to say that I am still very much interested in obtaining a "better" belt. I can say with 100% certainty that if this belt had not caused so much discomfort, I could have lived with the lack of intercourse or ability to masturbate. Pretty brave words from someone who has never had a "real long time" of it, eh?)
I know I'm probably a dead duck as far as chastity belts go now, but it was
not a complete waste of time or money. In fact, I found that wearing the
belt resulted in several changes. Some of the more notable changes include:
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