As usual, I am late to the party π€£ but I just saw this thread and it made me think back to the first time I wore a belt. I remember when it arrived (from China) and I was so excited I could barely think straight! I pestered my partner Angela to put it on me and the power it had over me was rather incredible. Just like I had imagined!
Except ... well it didn't fit! As a matter of fact when Angela closed the padlock around my waist and I stood up, it promptly fell down my legs! π We howled with laughter. So much for security.
Of course the belt was adjustable and thus began the long drawn out process of Angela adjusting it, messing with the screws and Angela bending it a bit of a time to make it fit. And ll of this made my skin sore and I was quickly tiring of my new "toy". Eventually Angela got it on and it was reasonably comfy (if tight) and once more I began to feel the power of it. It felt so strange that I couldn't touch myself. I was aroused, excited and frustrated all at once.
But when I walked it was rubbing me and was annoying and then Angela made me go to the bathroom in it. Yuk. What a mess! After that Angela unlocked me and she cleaned it and I cleaned myself (again since cleaning myself in the belt was something I didn't yet know how to do.
On the advice of a friend, I began to wear it an hour a day and during that first week Angela continued to make adjustments and I sort of slowly learned how to handle the bathroom. Unlike many here, I actually rather enjoyed wearing it though it was annoying that it rubbed my skin and made me sore. The bathroom was another impediment. But over the next days, weeks and months I persisted with the belt (despite Angela trying to get me to give up), extending my lock up period by an hour or so every few days. I think it was about four months before I could wear it over night and I remember the first time I wore it through and entire weekend!
All through this period, while Angela had a set of keys around her neck, I too kept keys with me though honestly I do not remember cheating. I would have done if I had really hurt and I admit there were times I was tempted, particularly when going to the bathroom. However rather than unlocking myself, I would always go to Angela where she would carefully make sure it wasn't harming me.
Eventually I could go a week and I started wearing it to work (I hadn't retired yet). Then came the big day I officially handed my keys to Angela. Actually I still had (and still have) emergency keys but it was special moment. Soon after that we then had my made to measure belt made (Neosteel) which was actually much better and we used the old belt to hang up a plant in the garden.
So why did I do it? because I suppose I wanted to show the love I truly have for Angela and make a statement that my life is now inextricably bound to hers.
OK I am loony tunes but It doesn't harm me or anyone else and it is still kind of fun. π€£