The following is only a partly translation, without the appendices; and I ommited also the pictures of the german version; maybe I will some day replace this page by a less limited. Hope you get the idea somehow anyway.

The only place where the name of an obscure nineteenth century writer survives is in the designation of a sexual perversion (and a song of Velvet Underground). Ritter Leopold liked strong ladies in fur. His writings recount how, as a child, his nanny flogged him after he surprised her with her lover. The nanny was obviously wearing a fur. This gave him the explanation for his sexual preference, and made him an object of study for psychoanalysis, an emerging science in his time.
I cannot offer a similar story; my love for black leather, which I share with so many people, asserted itself only at the time of puberty. I was looking for a new pair of pants and stumbled on a black leather specimen. It was love at first sight, and after half an hour of working on my mother with pleas, whining, threats and arguments, she agreed to increase my allowance so that I could afford that marvel, which cost double the price of a pair of jeans. I knew already in the changing room that these pants were waiting just for me - they looked liked they had been poured on my body, and I felt as strong as a dozen Viking warriors in them. Needless to say, I had to wear these pants the very next day.
What developed then was not specifically a passion for leather, but for the color black. In the following months, all my clothes became gradually black. I colored my hair straw blonde (it was already a gray shade of blond) to better contrast the perennial black I was wearing. I would also have liked to have black hair, but I looked too pale and found it unpleasant. With that new look, I started to get some silly proposals, but I did not have a lover at the time;I was rather quiet and withdrawn, which would probably have surprised those who were judging me by my appearance.
I cannot remember now, why I had only black clothes (and the most clunky shoes)- but I liked myself in them, and when I added my black leather jacket and my black leather pants, I felt secure and protected. I did not dream of a leather-clad man - my dream guy would wear very colorful garb, and be friendly and lovable and feeling.
Shortly after my 18th birthday, I discovered leather underwear in one of my shopping trips. Luckily my mother was not with me this time! This time too, I knew immediately that this was something I HAD to have. I acknowledged to myself that I had a strong attraction to black, shiny leather and henceforward, completed my wardrobe only with items out of this material. My preferred outfit was a panty, a bra, socks, a shirt, pants, shoes and a jacket: the only thing that was not black leather were the socks, of course. However, even today, most of my underwear is still not leather, for practical and financial reasons.
This is also the period where I created the fiction of the Dragonslayer, which goes as follows: a woman who has a single mission in life, to hunt and kill dragons; she always wears her Dragonslayer sword, which is a long Japanese Samurai sword. There are many species of Dragons: some spit fire, some spit venom. Some can fly and some have an invulnerable skin. However, the invulnerable skin can be pierced from the inside; else young dragons could never grow, and would be stunted by their own skin. So the Dragonslayer shoots an arrow in their mouth and hits their brain; for large specimens, she jumps into the mouth and slays it with the sword from within. An other one is dispatched by throwing explosives down its throat. Each time a Dragon is killed, a trans-dimensional door opens out of its inner body and lets the Dragonslayer move to the next world - since there is only one Dragon in each world. One of those worlds is a nocturnal dimension inhabited by Elves, who built gardens on stone terraces. A stone dragon is strolling slowly and pensively through the gardens, destroying all obstacles in its path, but revered by all inhabitants of this world. Deserts hide dragons with poisonous breath, whilst inaccessible mountains are the haunts of gigantic mechanical dragons. Another world of middle age cities was enslaved to a flying dragon whilst a water-world was dominated by a giant sea serpent. The Dragonslayer has sewn herself a dress from the skin of a fire-spitting flying dragon. In this outfit she was invulnerable and protected from fire - provided that she drew down the hood and wore her protective glasses. And she could fly - because dragons fly through their magical skin, and not by flapping those small, inadequate wings that are just used s steering devices.
The Dragonslayer arrived in a world of temples and olive groves. The dragon of this world lived in a dark cavern, and its breath made human beings depressed and empty beyond cure. She landed on a large stone altar, where a slave was lighting a fire. The branches flew hither and yon, and the Dragonslayer checked curiously her new landing place. The slave of the temple looked transfixed at this goddess fallen from the skies. As they struck conversation, the slave told her that he was an orphan, found as a baby on the steps of the temple and raised by the priests and priestesses; since adulthood, he had been working as a keeper of the temple. The Dragonslayer told him her story, and they became friends.

My taste for leather drove me to shops which carried garments that were clearly not meant to protect from mother Nature's moods, and did nothing to hide one's body. In one of these Sexshops, I saw a chastity belt for the first time, but it just registered as something that existed, and was amusing. I did not buy it that day- but it stuck in my head. The shop had promoted the chastity belt as a "full function" object, although it was obviously impossible to wear it and to defecate at the same time; and it would have been nearly impossible to cut this belt and to free oneself, should the lock jam. Despite these drawbacks, I thought that the chastity belt would be a natural upgrade from my leather panties, and I started to masturbate to that vision. I returned several times to the shop to check if the belt was still there, and discovered a book on medieval chastity belts. Upon one of these visits, I thought it would be cleverer to buy the belt rather than come again and again and maybe miss the opportunity to buy it. After all, I could just put it in a dark corner of my closet, watch it at home, and think how I might use it. I took my courage and walked to the register, my heart beating furiously; soon the chastity belt was safely hidden in my backpack. When I came home, I felt rather silly and not a little ridiculous; I checked both locks three times, to make sure they were re-opening properly and... put the chastity belt on.
It is difficult to describe my feelings. I was a bit disappointed - no flash, no immediate effect; I was just standing here in a very particular type of underwear, and did not know what to do next. On the other hand, this was definitely one up from my initial leather pants, and very exciting. My hands were trembling, and I felt strange. I decided to keep the belt on as long as possible, and to do something -anything, read a book, clean the dishes - to pass the time; but I soon noticed that it was impossible to concentrate on anything, and I stretched on my bed to try to masturbate. True, I could not reach my labia whilst wearing the chastity belt, but the sensation through the thick leather was enough to make me come. The orgasm was not necessarily the strongest, and I took the belt off in some disappointment and put it in the closet. That night, I masturbated again, thinking about wearing the belt. The next morning, I was feeling hot, as usual after waking up; I went to the closet and put the belt back on. After breakfast, I put the rest of my clothes on. I left the house - not forgetting to take the key with me. I noticed that I could wait long enough between visits to the toilet, and when I took the belt briefly off in the evening, I managed not to masturbate. The next day, I left the keys at home.
From this day on, I wore the chastity belt every day, sometimes with the keys accessible, sometimes not. In the beginning, I skipped the days of my period, because I had to go to the restrooms more often and the opening and closing of the belt seemed a waste of time; later on, the habit took on. Sometimes, I would wear the belt at night too. I was not always able to prevent myself from masturbating, but sometimes I could avoid it in the morning and then wear the belt throughout the day. The belt could not prevent masturbation completely, but it had a psychological effect: when I touched myself between the legs, I felt the leather and it made me think, whether I really wanted to pleasure myself. This effect faded with time however, and the leather of the belt became faded from the frequent rubbing at the same place - not mentioning the wear and tear from constant use.
Of course I knew that chastity belts were originally made out of metal, but I thought those were only museum pieces. But one day, I stumbled on a picture of a modern metallic chastity belt. I fully expected that one could buy these only in San Francisco or New York boutiques, but I started inquiring and finally found a source. Again, it took a long time before I could bring myself to buy it. But I caught myself checking my bank account and making sure that I always had enough ready cash to afford one of these stainless steel marvels. And my leather belt was becoming so deformed as to be nearly unwearable. I ordered the stainless steel one.
It took a long time for the new chastity belt to arrive, and I felt strange not wearing "anything". I had more or less re-accustomed myself to be able to just slide down my panties, instead of opening two locks, but still felt deprived and waited impatiently. Just ad this was fading, it finally arrived.
Again, I checked multiple times whether the locks were functional - then put it on. I first found it bearable, then after a few hours uncomfortable, then later on impossible to wear without feeling completely raw. But in a few days I noticed that the belt had no negative effects - it was uncomfortable, but that did not grow worse with time. Some movements were impossible or very painful; deep breathing was out of the question and sitting needed some careful planning. After a while, my body accustomed itself to it and I no longer had to think how to breathe or sit. In some aspects, the new steel belt was more practical than the other and did not need to be opened to visit the restrooms. After wearing it during the day for several weeks, I tried to sleep in it, and succeeded after some nights of discomfort.
At the beginning, I took the chastity belt off to masturbate - this one really prevented any feeling. But soon, I wanted to know how long I could go without taking it of, and I put the key away in a locked safe. It remained there for quite a while, but at some point I cracked and thought, I was crazy to deprive myself from pleasure.
Maybe you would like to know why and what for I did all this. It is difficult to explain; I did not think that masturbation was evil or sinful or any such idiocy. But I felt strong and invincible in my chastity belt, and I pictured how an incredible energy was assembling under the band of steel protecting my vagina. In the company of others, I felt vastly superior - I had a chastity belt and they did not. And when I woke up in the morning and was excited, I was compensated for no longer having orgasms by a wild, uncontrollable lust. I don't know how convincing this sounds - maybe I am crazy, but I cannot change it.

Then I fell in love. His name was Samuel and he worked in the civil service. He had a wonderful deep voice, a sexy mouth and all he said was fascinating. A reasonable woman would have put her chastity belt away in the darkest corner of her house - he had never given any indication of an interest for kinky sex. And it could become embarrassing to tell him "Love, we cannot sleep together, I forgot the key to my chastity belt at home". It was bad enough to still be a virgin at my age, I did not want him to think I was crazy. I would have renounced all perversions for the sake of his love. But I had been disappointed when I had fallen in love in previous circumstances, and wanted to avoid the hope/despair cycle of an affair. I decided that I was not really in love. And since I was not in love, I could not change my habits, since it would be confessing that I was in love and open for a new disappointment if Samuel could not return my feelings. So I went out with Samuel, to the restaurant, to the movies, not in love, without hopes, wearing my chastity belt and all the wile suffering like hell.
I had this superstitious feeling that in life, nothing happens like you plan it. If I started picturing how the two of us would live together, it would never happen. But if I was persuaded that nothing would happen between us, then maybe he would fall in love with me, since this would be surprising and not within my expectations. The same way that a bus only arrives at your stop when you have stopped thinking about the wait and its arrival.
One evening, we were in my room and talked; then we were not talking any more, but looking deep into each other eyes. I thought - shit, he is going to kiss me and I have this bloody chastity belt on. And he kissed me, wow, it was really so good that I forgot to worry for a moment. And we kissed each other and fell into each other arms, and unto my bed. It was wonderful and I thought Holy Shit, what now? I need to take the key discreetly out of my drawer, and disappear in the bathroom and get out of this thing, and toss it in the laundry basket presto. And I thought but what if he seems me with the key this looks suspicious, maybe I will take my backpack with the spare key...At this moment he put his hand under my sweater, probably to caress my breasts, and felt the steel ring of the chastity belt around my waist. He felt around, the cold steel, the lock, and lifted my sweater, looking curiously at me. I could have sunk on the ground and was as red as a setting sun. "May I?" he asked and opened my pants. I could not answer, and he could not take the pants off unless I helped him. So he just looked at the front of the belt, asking "What is it?" I had much to much going through my mind to fabricate a lie and just said "A chastity belt". I took my pants off, so that he could now admire the whole of the piece. "Don't worry, I have the key" - I took the key out and opened the belt. He vas pretty interested and I had to show him how it worked; next he asked a more personal question, which I had feared from the beginning: "why do you wear this thing?" "I don't know, I must be perverse somehow". "How long have you been wearing it?" "Six months, more or less; before that, I had another one, a leather belt" "And did you already give the key to someone?" "No, I never slept with a man before" "Well you really are special" "Do you think I am crazy?" "No, I think you are an exceptional woman - and that's great, no?" And then we slept together, and I woke up in his arms. We got up and dressed quickly, and for that day, I selected a normal panty. We had breakfast and decided to get back together in the evening. He kissed me as he left.

The whole day, I was terrified of what he would think of me., and convinced that I had lost him. That evening, he has more questions about the chastity belt; he was obviously struggling to understand it. From then on we met every evening, and I stopped wearing the belt. Until he asked me why I had stopped, and said that he did not object to it, provided I took it out to sleep with him. I asked him, if he wanted to put it on - "Why not?' This was our evening out to the theater, and I was ready to change. He locked the belt on me and dangled the key in front of my eyes. "Who shall be the keeper of this?" "Would you like to keep it form me?" "Sure" So we went to the theater, and I wore the chastity belt under my dress, and when we returned home, he opened me up and we fell into bed. A while later he said "We can d this anytime you want!" "We can do this everyday if you wish" An from this day on, he kept the key.




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