My Reinhold - Second Fitting - part II of II

Almost 4 months later on October 17^th 2000, a box came from Germany. I knew immediately it was my newest chastitybelt - from Reinhold. I couldn’t wait to open it, but my oldest daughter was around, so it went back into my bedroom for safe keeping.

When Mrs. SA came home from work that day, she asked, "what did we get in the mail?" I replied, "the usual, some junk-mail, some bills, stuff for the business and a box." She didn’t seem the least bit interested. Since I had dinner ready, we sat down and ate. After dinner, I helped her cleanup and asked, "aren’t you interested in what was in the box?"

She looked at me with a half of a grin, and told me that she could read it all over my face. I asked her when we could try it on. She told me, not now, maybe later. "Later" never came and she went to bed before me.

"Later" actually became two days later when I asked her again. She told me that we’ll try it on just before we go to bed and if it fit OK, that I will sleep in it overnight.

I got off the ‘web’ early and came upstairs to watch the late news with her. After that, we opened the box and assembled the belt. Reinhold had shipped it in 3 pieces to facilitate the packaging process. I showed her how his unique locks worked and handed her the keys.

She went over to the toy chest where she keeps the tools, then took the keys out of her pocket. She asked me, "are you going to be good? Or do I have to tie you down?" [Author’s sidebar - for those of you who do not know my situation see http://www.tpe.com/~altarboy/nt001004.htm because October 17^th was day number 75 without relief.] I told her I would be good.

She removed my Walter Goethals underwear.

I took a shower and when I was ready, she reached in cleaned up her cock because I am not allowed to touch her property. I got out, dried off, and said I was ready. We had previously locked one side of the belt, so I had to ‘step into’ it. But because the opening is smaller than the opening for my Goethals belt, and probably because I was excited, I had trouble putting her cock into the chamber. I asked permission to touch it. She allowed me to insert her cock into the enclosure.

I laid down on the bed and she closed the left waistband loop, put the lock on the key, shoved it into the hole, turned it a quarter of a turn and pulled the key out. "Well, that was easy", she said, "how does it feel?"

I told her it was very comfortable, no pinching, no sharp edges, quite nice. I stood up. We checked it over. I could not slide it down over my hips. There seemed to be a bit of a gap at the top of the groin plate and I could get all 4 of my fingers in there, but I didn’t think far enough down to feel Mr. Happy. I tried from the side and could get my fingers in there about an inch - just barely able to touch the root of my - errrrr - her cock. She seemed satisfied that I was fairly secure and said we’re going to bed.

I crawled into the bed and slept the entire night without a problem.

When the alarm went off the next morning I had the usual half erection and went into the bathroom to pee. I sat down and about a minute later she came in and asked if I was done yet. "No, I’m having a problem." "Do you need to take the belt off?" I told her the ‘problem’ was my erection. Soon it subsided and I peed and peed. Cleaning up was easy as there is only one exit hole, but it was placed in the best place so all of the urine drained out of the belt.

I stood up and she looked at me and said that I stick out further with this belt. I reminded her it is because there are separate chambers for the penis and scrotum. She expressed concern that it would show though my clothes.

I got dressed in my usual casual slacks and polo shirt. It looked OK to me. She poked and prodded and said, "jeeze, you can’t even tell. The way you looked stripped, I though for sure I would be able to notice". She instructed me to bend this way and that and gave me a good inspection. She pronounced me ready to go to work. Although she is very much in charge, she also wants this very much to be our secret.

I went to work, drank my usual quart of coffee, and went to men’s room several times. There, I peed like a race horse, and one time I felt mother-nature calling. I found out defecation was no problem. So as long as I was there, I thought I might as well really check this baby out. Five minutes later, I was firmly convinced there was no way I was going to get Mr. Happy out of that chamber, let alone have some fun with him.

The rest of day went flawlessly and when I came home, I changed into my jeans. I walked out to the kitchen where Mrs. SuperA was preparing dinner and asked, "notice anything?"

"No, should I?"

"Well you know I have the Rein-."

She remarked that even in my tight jeans, there was no evidence I had the belt on. And for her, that is almost the primary requirement - secrecy, the topmost requirement is that - it works!

Well several days went by and due the length of sentence I was getting quite horny. I came early from work one day to an empty house and decided to see if I really could escape.

Sitting, standing, or crouching, I could not get escape. Ah ha!, then I remembered that until I had my Jones tightened up, I could get Mr. Happy out by laying down on a hard surface.

I went into the bathroom and laid down on the tile floor. Wow, that gap I mentioned before - it really expanded. I now had enough space to get my fingers in there, pull out Mr. Happy. Then I heard the garage door open up. I immediately stuffed him back into his little pouch.

What is it with women? When Mrs. SuperA came in she looked at me and asked, "have you been naughty?" "What makes you ask?" I questioned innocently. "Damn you! - you have, haven’t you? Take the belt off and we’re putting on the Jones and you can write Reinhold and tell him it doesn’t work."

I exchanged several emails with Reinhold about the situation and he told me I need to make a plaster cast of the problem area and send everything back to him.

I searched high and low for a plaster type material, but everything I found said not to have contact with the skin. Finally, several drug stores recommended I try the medical supply stores. After a diligent search I found the same stuff he used - the gauze impregnated casting material.

A couple days passed before Mrs. SA had time to help me make a casting.

She removed my Jones, then I laid on the bathroom floor and she started laying the gauze strips on me. They formed a triangular patch from the root of my cock ‘northward’ to just above where the waist band would be. We extended the perimeter of the triangle with a couple strips down between my scrotum and each thigh.

We had used up 6 of the 12 rolls and we had barely a quarter of an inch in thickness. We needed to get at least 1 inch to show him how big the gap really was. I told my wife we needed find a ‘filler’ and she went off to find some cotton. Then it hit me, I knew of the perfect filler. I reached under the vanity and took out one of my wife’s pads. They have a plastic kind-of outside perforated coating. This would prevent too much of the moisture to being sucked up. In the middle was the absorbent material which happened to be about an inch thick - perfect!

We cut a couple to fit in the triangular area and then put the casting gauze over the top until we built it up to the proper thickness. Then I had to wait for the plaster to set-up. Fifteen minutes later it was set-up enough to put the belt on and mark the area.

We carefully slid the belt into place and drew on the plaster with a large marker. I removed the belt and cast and Mrs. SA reapplied my Jones stainless steel underwear. I wrote a small note explaining the problem, drew some pictures and offered my explanation how it should be fixed.

I packaged the whole thing up, and sent it back to Reinhold the next day. I sent it via the US Postal service express mail. Boy, have they gotten picky since the last time I sent something overseas.

I placed the package on the counter and told the clerk when I wanted it to arrive. He told me I needed to fill out the customs declaration form. Under item, I wrote "gift". He told me he needed a further explanation, so I crossed that out and wrote "PERSONAL gift". He said he NEEDED to know what was in there. I thought OK, if that’s the way you want be, I added "of a chastitybelt". He looked at the form and said, aren’t you being a smartie pants. I said nothing, paid the bill and left.

About 10 days later I got an email from Reinhold telling me he had received the belt. He told me due to the success of the business, he wouldn’t be able to start on it until late November, but should be able to ship it back to me by early December. My wife had plans of keeping me locked up during our vacation to Mexico. Normally she will not allow me to wear my metal belts through airport security, but this one, well that is the main reason we got it. This should pass through the metal detectors without a problem.

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