By surfbot

Brian and I are well matched and have been married for a year and a half. I first knew for sure that he was interested in me when he got his dick pierced and bought a chastity device to match mine. And while he had been wearing a chastity device on and off for years, he started wearing it 24/7 except when we were playing together, as I did. When we got engaged, we did not do anything as mundane as exchange rings, we exchanged chastity keys. We also bought matching collars of heavy chains and a large circular lock, which would not come off over the head. We exchanged those keys, too.

We sometimes slept in handcuffs and leg cuffs, and occasionally more restrictive bondage. Some weekends one of us would be a prisoner from Friday evening to Monday morning, naked and in chastity and cuffs the whole time.

We decided to go to a street fair in San Francisco. We wanted to dress in an appropriate way, and discussed it: should we just walk around naked? or in jockstraps? or just diapers? We settled on a way that showed off our interest in bondage and handcuffs, and discussed it intensely, then purchased the parts we didn’t have. Since we would be walking around all day, in his basement shop Brian replaced the leg-cuff chains with ones six inches longer, with a lift chain at the center the precise length to keep the chains off the ground. He also made a “connector chain” five-feet long with rings at each end. We practiced several evenings to get used to the restraints we would wear at the fair.

We packed one checked bag with our restraints and some clothes, and flew to SF. We made the outrageous decision to wear our collars and leave their keys at home. For airport security we placed our chastity devices in our carry-ons, but our collars of course set off the metal detectors; the collars were obvious and we got through with only minor embarrassment. At the first men’s room we put on our chastities, of course carrying each other’s keys.

We planned in advance to keep our chastities on until after the fair, and then off only in our hotel room. This was a frustrating, but ultimately fun decision. We arrived on Tuesday before the fair, and spent the next four days doing touristy things like jogging in Golden Gate Park, touring Alcatraz, and renting bicycles to cross the Golden Gate Bridge. All in chastities and collars, with appropriate clothing.

Sunday morning we got ready for the fair, putting on boots and our identical red jump suits, with a canvas bag for the restraints. We each had a waist pack under the jumpsuit, with ID, room key, a credit card, some cash, and a handcuff key on a string tied to the waist pack. Once inside the fair grounds we stopped to suit up:

We first put our leg cuffs onto our boots and double-locked them. Then around our waists we put a chain with a martin link on one end — that is a rectangular steel link that fits through the links of the chain, which we also put through the ring of our lift chains and one end of the connector chain. We unlocked our handcuffs, which have a machine screw and nut through each bow to prevent it from closing beyond the correct size for our wrists (so we don’t need them to be double locked). We put a black box handcuff cover over the open handcuffs, slipped the martin link through the slot of the black box, and then threaded the tail end of the chain through the martin link, holding it all snug to our waist. The tail end of the chain we wrapped halfway around our waist and locked it to the waist chain with a handcuff-key padlock in the middle of our back. There was a two-foot chain “tail” hanging down.  Then with a deep breath we put our hands into the open cuffs and snugged them around our wrists.

So there we were, tightly restrained such that even with a key in our hand we could not reach a keyhole to release ourselves, but we could each release the other by digging a key out of their waist pack.

Now we were ready to walk around the fairgrounds, with a connecting chain keeping us completely inseparable.