Hi Eva,

Just got home and, when I logged on here, the first thing that I found was your posting Lovely to find your letter as I had thought I might be writing on a 'dead' topic, but I guess that I was wrong.

Facts first. When he had only owned me for a a number of weeks, but after he was certain that we were going to make it together in the long run, my owner appeared with a loooong form, a measuring tape and instructions for me to strip off and shut up, both orders with which I complied fully I had already learnt that my owner does NOT like me asking questions when he has told me to shut up, so, although I could guess he was measuring me for something, I didn't exactly know what.

Well over a month later (nearer two months), he proudly introduced me to my new chastity belt. It is made by people called Tollyboy (weird name!) and, in case you know their products, it is a 200 model. I have to confess that I was a bit taken aback when he locked it on me for the first time; excited but also unsure and just a bit worried. Again questions were embargoed and even today, two years plus later, we don't discuss his selection for when he wants (orders) me to wear it.

The belt wasn't all; at the same time he produced matching steel wrist and ankle bands and a truly wonderful collar, all I gather from Tollyboy, along with a box-full of keys. So that was how I became 'Steel Chastity Girl'. Goodness know what they all cost - I have never dared to ask. But I must say that they are beautifully made and fit very smugly. (No, I am NOT a sales agent for Tollyboy, even though I can recommend their stuff.)

Wearing the belt and the matching bits and pieces. To be honest it felt VERY strange to be locked inside the belt initially and, although it's not too heavy, it is plain impossible to forget for a moment what you have got locked around you down there. Outside being a very effective anti-rape and anti-other-lover device, mine certainly stops me from 'amusing' myself. It has what Mark told me was an 'optional extra' (I thought they came with cars!) in the form of a cover over the already very narrow front opening. This is a strong but performated plate covering the front, and it sure prevents my fiddling around there. LOL (Incidentally the version I have has a solid plate at the back so going No 2s (or whatever way you want to describe having a crap - please excuse the French) is impossible for me once I am locked inside my belt. Taking a pee IS possible but messy, and what normally happens is that, if I am wearing it and my owner is around, I go down on my knees and ask for it to be temporarily removed so I can go to the loo. Normally the answer is "yes", and I get unlocked and can go to the bathroom BUT leaving the door open and NO hands down there except as is necessary for hygiene reasons.

At the moment, if I am not wearing corset with a crutch strap, I'll normally wear my chastity belt for most of the time that my owner and I are together at weekends. Previously when we were living together 24/7, I'd normally be locked in it if he wanted to make a point about who owned me or to reinforce who decided when and how I had any sexual enjoyment, or sometimes when he was out at work, depending on his mood, attitude, feelings towards me that day. Also he would lock me in it when we went to the theatre or cinema, even to parties. (I recall my horror when I sat down at the table at the start of a small dinner party with vanilla friends just when there was a sudden silence so that the CLUNK of me careless plonking myself down on my hard-based chair was plainly audible to everyone in the room!) Initially it chaffed a bit but we got past that stage, and it's now relatively comfortable - well, not too uncomfortable. I won't say I like being locked in it (except ast a masochist/owned level) but it looks super.

Final question I imagine you'll be asking. How long. Well, I have worn it all the time (except for toilet and bath breaks) for two weeks, give or take a day or two. I got through a lot of tins of Johnsons Baby Powder in that time and I was a mite glad to be let out at the end. But it was a survivable experience.

Oh lor, I have masses more to tell, but this letter is turned into a full blooded chastity autobiography, so I had better stop before the computer crashes.

Love Jane