Rudy Reports on Extended Goethals CB use

I just want to tell you about my latest experiences with my improved Goethals belt. Last week my wife attended a conference and was out of town for seven days, so I was able to put the inner latex tube to a better test. I wore my belt 154 hours and 18 minutes without a break (a new personal record) and I must say, feelings became different compared to my normal 50 hours session.

I am sure you remember that I made an inner tube with liquid latex in order to decrease the diameter of the steel-tube so that orgasms should be prevented. Two weeks ago I modified the tube with more liquid latex. This add on serves as a cushion between the original rubber entrance and my skin. It is hard to describe because English is not my native language, but maybe you can imagine when I explain how I did it (very simple).

I removed the latex liner tube I made previously from inside of the penis tube. Then I poured some liquid latex in a flat saucer and put the opening of my latex liner tube in the center of the saucer. I let time go by to let the latex dry out. After drying I reopened the tube with a sharp knife. The result is looking like a round latex layer of 1.5 mm thickness attached to the tube. The effect is that the pressure of the original rubber entrance is better distributed and that no skin can get pinched at the tube entrance (and elsewhere). The layer is not rigid so that it bends itself into the right shape.

Here is some ASCII art to try to show a side view of what I did:

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These first 50 hours went by without serious problems. Sometimes the belt comes into my mind but most of the time it was like wearing normal underwear.

Only when I went into the bathroom or to the toilet did chastity belt give me major concern. This was also true when I saw something of "special" interest. But all that was easy to handle.

So far so good. I thought it won't be a problem to extend the wearing period to the time when my wife returns back home. Well, I was absolutely wrong!

To be sure not to open my belt I decided to mail the key to myself. Better to say, both keys. Therefore I prepared two letters to myself and gave them to the postal service. I expected them back on Tuesday or Wednesday. I was sure that they won't loose both letters. Well, they did their job correctly and I got both keys with a good delay.

After I sent away the keys the whole situation changed. The idea of being enclosed by the chastity belt at least up to the return of the letters conquered my mind. It was not longer like wearing normal underwear. I could not concentrate on other things for longer than the half of an hour or so.

I felt the belt nearly every second, like the very first time I installed it on myself. After ten more hours, I thought something is wrong in the belt, my foreskin got pinched or something like that. I wanted OUT. But there was no way except the cruel cutting-off-method. I tried to calm down a little bit. I went to the toilet and recognized that nothing was pinched or chaffed. The only thing which got pinched was my mind!

But I still wanted to get rid of the belt.

I tried to open the screw of the rear swivel, the padlock - no chance! I was in the belt and there was no way out! At that time I had a first impression on the feelings you'll have when you are not the keyholder.

The next day came and I waited for the postal service. Maybe ...., but no. All I got was a letter from an insurance company and from the local postal office itself. Bad news! The Deutsche Post AG wants to close down our local post office. The employees wrote: We are sorry for any inconvenience but in order to avoid the close down we have to go on strike. No deliveries in the next 2 days!

I think I felt like others when there keyholders tell them. "Sorry, You have been a bad boy, so You will have to wear Your beloved belt for two more days without a break."

With the note of our local post office in hands I sat down on a chair - dispirited. I took of my trousers and watched down to the formerly beloved chastity belt. At that time I was in for 80 hours and I knew that I will stay in at least for another 62. Suddenly an idea pops into my brain: what if they extend their strike? I ran to my phone, hacked in the number of the local post office. Tuut, tuut .... Why don't they go to the phone... tuut, tuut, should I drive over to them?...tuut, tuut ... What's going on there .... tuut, tuu "Deutsche Post AG..." Puh, A young woman answered the phone, for heavens sake!

"What can I do for You?" she asked politely.

"Well, I read your info-letter and I'm urgently waiting for a letter which wasn't in my box today" I said with trembling hands.

" Oh I'm sorry!" she said.

I asked her if there is a possibility to look for my letter so that I can get it at the post office.

"No", she said "I'm very sorry, but there is no possibility to search for one single letter in the mass of letters. It would be like the search for a needle in .."

"Okay," I interrupted her " but are you sure that You will deliver the letter after two days on strike?" "Yes, for sure, we can't be longer on strike than for two days continuously because we do not have space enough to keep letters in here for more than this time"

"So, I'll get it on Friday, definitively?"

"Yes, Sir You can be sure, we will do our best"

I said "Thanks! Good-bye!" but thought "What does that mean, they will do their best?" Nevertheless, now I was sure to get my letter(s) right in time.

At least, my wife would not return before I got the keys. Nevertheless, I thought about how I would explain my interest in cb's to her. But there was no need.

During the conversation with the young lady, I did not feel my chastity belt, but now the feeling returned. No orgasm since 4 days, and with the new upgrade no one for the remaining time. 'Boy, you should go to Your normal business and avoid such thoughts', I said to myself loudly. Well, easier to say than to do. I returned to my business and tried to concentrate on that for the rest of the working day. I was successful more or less in doing so.

As I turned down the pencil and switched off the computer, the fact that I'm enclosed in a stainless steel chastity belt strikes my mind vigorously. All selfsugestion was useless. I stripped naked (as far as possible) grabbed the waistband of the belt with both hands and shook it. I tried to get out once again. And once again -- no way!

I took a shower in order to cool down. It helped a little. I inspected my skin, especially at the belt area. No chafing marks. I tried to feel the areas which are hidden by the belt. No irritation. Everything seems to be okay from the dermatologist viewpoint. Thereby I should tell you, that showering Your penis with a flexible hose works fine in the normal Goethals belt, but is difficult with mine. I can only splash water through the urine holes, not from the main entrance at the base of the penis. At least, there is no bad smell when You take shower every day. But after some hours the penis is coated with a gray layer. I guess its a mixture of sweat and nivea cream that doesn't do any harm and is easy to wash away.

After the shower, i decided to put on some latex clothes. And so I did! I opted for long stockings, gloves which reach up to the armpits, leggings, a skintight shirt with long sleeves, an open face hood and an overall made of thick latex.

That felt really good. Before I sat down on our sofa in front of the TV-set, I thought it won't be a bad idea to add some cuffs to my outfit. Wrist and ankle cuffs and a collar were added so that I could only take tiny steps forward a chain runs down from the collar through a O-ring which is attached to an aluminum belt down to the ankle cuffs.

I chose the TV-program I wanted to see and locked my wristcuffs to the aluminum belt. Now I felt even better. (Strange, I know)

Secured in this way, I watched TV for round about two hours, not thinking too much about my unremovable chastity belt. Then I stood up, taking tiny steps to the room where the keys for cuffs and collar are. I removed all the cuffs and prepared for bed. The bedsheets are covered by latex too and I spent the night enclosed in latex.

In the early morning I woke up due to an encased semi erect penis. I was very exited. Must have been a wonderful dream. Still in latex clothes and lying on and under latex sheets I tried to achieve an orgasm by pressing both hands on the front plate and then moving my hip. It must have been the long period of abstinence and the overall feeling of exquisite latex. The orgasm came, although my penis was more in a flaccid than in an erect state, due to the small inner diameter of the penis tube.

But instead of being upset with the performance of the belt, as I was before, I felt relief. In this happy mood I rose from bed and went to the bathroom where I undressed and took first a shower second a bath in order to feel clean again. Of course I cleaned the latex clothes as well. Time went by and I made breakfast, this time in a more normal outfit. Just a latex body, latex stockings, Jeans and T-shirt also made of latex. Until my wife returns, there was no necessity to go out of our house.

After breakfast I cleaned up the rooms and felt well. But after a few hours the unremovable chastity belt took over my mind again.

No keys today, no keys tomorrow. I'm in that goddamned belt now for 110 hours more than four and a half day or 6600 minutes or 396.000 seconds. And I could not stand one second longer. 'Sure, you could and will cope with this tiny problem a little longer': an inner voice told me 'Look, you have been in for the longest time now and your keys will arrive on Friday, or do You want to destroy the belt?'

The next two hours I was really tempted to destroy it, but then I thought how long it will take before I will have a new one and how much it will cost. And indeed I was over the hill. Not today and not tomorrow but on Friday I'll receive the keys. I counted the hours. Round about forty more to go. And every second is decreasing the remaining time. And I remembered the report from the German woman wearing a chastity belt for more than a year. Now I was fit for nearest future. Whenever I felt the belts rigidity, I thought on those people who are encased for longer periods.

In the evening of this Wednesday I went to bed early and thought about a situation with my wife as a tough keyholder before falling asleep. First I thought the situation must be quite similar to my actual. But then I came to the conclusion that this is really not the case. When I free myself on Friday I can decide on my own when to put on the belt again.

How would I feel, if she is the keyholder and says: " You can take a shower now without Your belt but You will put it back on immediately afterwards for an indefinite period I see fit." Even still belted this idea turned me on. But with all the experience of the last days ... hm?

Finally I fell asleep, but woke up again by the middle of the night. And again I tried to reach an orgasm. But this time no success. Within the belt I could not stimulate myself enough this time. Last night it was so easy and this night impossible? Strange! Same outfit, same bed but all trials just resulting in a tiny erection. Isn't it a puzzle?

I fell asleep again and woke up very late (10.00 am) on Thursday, the last complete day in the chastity belt.

At the tip of the penis I felt a burning feeling which hurts a lot. After shower it ceased slowly. After breakfast I went shopping in street clothes.

I wanted to buy some ingredients for a meal called "Sauerbraten". Karen, my wife, likes it a lot and I wanted to serve it at her return.

During the shopping there was not one thought I spent on the belt. I felt becoming more and more used to it. After I returned back home I prepared the meat for tomorrow, which nights an overnight in a special spicy sauce to get the right taste and consistence.

The day went by as a usual day off. In the afternoon I met some friends of mine and spend the rest of the day with them.

Once more I woke up in the middle of the night but fell asleep again immediately afterwards.

Then Friday:

After the morning routine of showering, dressing and breakfast, it was 9.00 am. I did some work but could not concentrate very well. I looked on my watch every five minutes. Normally the mail arrives at 11.00 am. Not to think of the belt was nearly impossible now. Getting used to the belt, ha, ha. I suffered again!

11.00 am- no mail. I looked out of the window, but no yellow car in sight. Returning to work, 11.30 I walked over to our mail box, opened it -- EMPTY!

I cannot describe the thoughts and feelings I had within the next hours. What if the postal service won't bring the key?

I decided to cut of the belt at 6.00 pm if I haven't received the keys until then.

I was walking through our house, waiting for the mail service desperately. Like a prisoner waiting for his release.

Once again I restrained myself with the aluminum belt and the wrist cuffs in order to calm down. It didn't helped much but now I was no longer grabbing this goddamned chastity belt. I really felt going crazy.

5 pm: Taking a glance through the window i saw a yellow car. "Postal service or private car?", I asked myself. The car was approaching. It was the postal service, but interrupting its way to me, for short stops at the post boxes in the neighborhood. Oh dear, within the car my keys. How long will it take till the car is here?

I removed the restraints, again watching out of the window, searching for the postal car. Where was it? Not to be seen anymore. Shit!

Suddenly the door bell rang. I ran to the door, opened it. The young lady standing in front of me, holding to letters in her hand was the same I spoke with on Tuesday. I identified the letters within the first nanosecond.

"Hello," she said " I think You are waiting for these two?"

A big smile crosses her face - mine was even bigger.

"I thought handing the letters directly to You, would be faster than throwing them into Your mail box," she said.

"You were so right, thank You very, very much!"

After another short conversation she left. I shut the door and immediately opened one envelope, took out the key and went to the bathroom. I stripped, took the key and slammed it into the lock. Looking on the clock I recognized that I was now within the belt for 154 hours and 18 minutes. I opened the lock and released myself. Oh what a feeling! After taking a shower I inspected myself and the belt.

The skin on some parts, was a little red due to the pressure the belt causes. But there were no chafing marks. I was okay. It turned out that the belt was in an excellent shape too. The inner latex tube didn't suffer from this long term use. After cleaning it was as shiny as before.

Now it was time to get dressed again and driving to the railway station where my wife should arrive at 8 pm.

I surprised her with some flowers and a delicious (she said) meal. The weekend was very nice. On Monday I had to leave for work. Before leaving I installed the belt again. But this time I will wear the belt just for my normal 50 hours.

Rudi

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