Miss Jannel

I went to my Master all frustrated about my lack of inspiration, and he was reminding me about a number of interesting things that I could write about. For example, when he put me in the chastity belt last week, he told me that he thought the key was much too close. He stepped out of the bedroom and a few minutes later he came back in with an envelope addressed to our post office box. He had taped the key to a piece of paper, and he made me get dressed enough to go for a drive. (I was already in my nightie and ready for bed as it was past 11pm).

We drove to a nearby mailbox and he handed me the envelope and told me to drop it in the box. I looked at him in disbelief, as it seemed odd to me that he would expect me to bring this delay of release upon myself. He handed the envelope to me and gestured toward the box. I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer. I got out of the car and walked to the box. I noticed that this box was only collected on weekdays, and only at 5pm. That would mean there would be no chance of getting the key the next day, since it wouldn't even be picked up until the end of the next day. Also, I noticed that the mailbox was collected by our downtown post office, and not by the one near our house. This could certainly cause another day's delay. Besides, our mail box is not at the post office, but at one of those specialty stores dealing with shipping & mailing.

Holding my breath, I opened the door to the box, pausing as I held the letter just inside the opening. I made eye contact with my Master, just in case he would decide to change his mind at the last minute. Without hesitation, he gestured again for me to drop the letter into the box. The wind was blowing against the flimsy dress I had thrown on over my nightie, and I was begining to shiver (perhaps it wasn't just the wind), and I watched the letter drop from my hand, into the box, and out of sight.

My heart was pounding hard as I got back into the car, thinking about being locked in the chastity belt with no other way out until the key was delivered. Of course, there was still the question as to whether I would be released once the key was available. One thing is certain, my Master is the one who decides when I am locked in the belt, and when I am released.

I'm trying to discipline myself to keep up my journal. It's a challenge when I'm not in the chastity belt because my thoughts get focused on all the other needs in my life. Plus, I feel less inspired in general.

My Master recently celebrated his birthday, and decided he wanted to celebrate with me out of the belt. This, of course, was wonderful for me as well. I really do appreciate my days of freedom so much more than I used to.

So, what does one write when one is uninspired? Sould I come up with a shopping list? They say for journaling, you should just write whatever comes to mind. Is there a way to write down the blank feeling in my head? My desktop is so cluttered and dusty. I should make better use of my time and tidy up. But at least I have accomplished one thing - I DID post a journal entry today.

My journaling got derailed a few weeks ago. As fate would have it, a local relative entered the hospital the same week I was due to fly back East to see a different relative who was terminally ill. The stress of being pulled 2 directions at once simply put the journal on the back burner.

Naturally, since I had to take a commercial flight 3000 miles back east, the chastity belt had to be removed. This was bittersweet. In fact, my flight was to leave on February 15, so my early release happened to also coincide with Valentines Day. I had just completed day 19 when my Master and I had retired to our bedroom for the night. He hadn't revealed when he would release me before my flight, but I was assuming it would be at the very last minute.

Still, it was Valentines Day, and we were cuddling amorously. In my usual custom, I was asking if he might release me and let me cum, not thinking that he would, but in part due to the fact that I love to hear him tell me, "No". I was a bit surprised when he produced the key and dangled it in front of me. That key, which hadn't been anywhere near the lock in 19 days. He slid the key into the lock, and for a moment I held my breath, not knowing if he was just teasing me, or if I would hear the click of the lock snapping open. Was there a chance that rust had started to form in the lock from the daily showers I take? No, the lock clicked open easily.

He removed my chastity belt and held his hand to my sex that had been trapped in steel for so long. While his touch was most welcome, I was filled with conflict on the inside. Was he just going to arouse me and then stop short? We had spoken of a plan that although I would be released from the chastity belt for the weekend trip, I would agree not to cum during that time (I was traveling with one of my children as an extra defense against temptation). Then I would be locked up again on my return to finish out my 32 days of chastity.

This was the plan that was in my mind and he continued to stroke me, arousal gripping hold of me below, and self-control trying to keep hold from above. The internal struggle held off orgasm longer than I thought was possible after waiting so long. When the urge had built up close to the "point of no return" I asked him if he was sure this was what he wanted to do. Master told me to cum for him, that this was his Valentines gift to me, and that this was part of his plan all along, in spite of the mind-fuck he was pulling on me about waiting 32 days.

I did cum that night. It was powerful, long and hard. So hard that I was cramping. I had never felt such a thing. I wondered if this was how a guy must feel when he doesn't cum for a long time, and then has his own orgasm with pains in his testicles. I wasn't sure how to process the experience. While I could never say there's been an orgasm that I didn't like, I was slow to adjust to falling short of the 32 day goal. I was happy and disappointed at the same time. Master let me cum again the next morning before leaving for the airport. That orgasm was much much more enjoyable, not only because of my mental adjustment, but my pussy was much more receptive after recovering from being clamped in steel.

All during my trip, I was VERY grateful to not be in the chastity belt. It made travelling TONS more comfortable. Using the toilet was such a joy (I know this sounds funny) without the extra encumbrance, especially bowel movements (my belt is the sport style with the coated steel cable that runs up between my ass cheeks).

I have more to write, but no time to finish this now. I do want to say that I am now locked back in the chastity belt. And it feels right. My body has made a place for it. I am back under my Master's control and his loving protection. In this, I am content.

Weekend revelations:

1. I learned that I will no longer be allowed to have a "safe-word". Only my Master will determine when I am to be released from the chastity belt. I will trust him to take care of me and make the decision that is in my best interest.

2. The chastity belt is becoming part of me. I am used to its embrace and its constant presence. I enjoy having this symbol of my Master's love and authority with me all the time.

3. I am an incurable slut. We went to dinner with kinky friends Sunday evening, and I couldn't wait to show off my steel-encased crotch. I loved posing for them, especially bending over and letting them glimpse my crotch from the backside.

4. I am a masochist. I love being teased and then being denied pleasure. I love watching my Master cum and hearing him tell me that I will not be permitted to. This experience is incredibly hot for me, and I look forward to all the future "research" we will do on chastity play.

5. It is possible to wear the chastity belt and the commitment to abstinence, even when life gets complicated. Today one of the kids was admitted to the hospital. A couple of others stayed home sick. I received word that an out of state relative is on their death-bed and is requesting to see me. Because I've adjusted to the feel of the chastity belt, I can meet the needs of those around me and not have to feel distracted any more. Even so, its presence is somehow reassuring and comforting. I feel loved and protected.

I guess that's enough for now.

I took me forever to get dressed this morning. I kept trying on clothes and just couldn't get satisfied with how I looked. In fact, I'm still not happy and might change again before I leave for work. In part, the chastity belt does limit what I can wear, as I have to think about the length of my top, so as not to flash the belt to my co-workers every time I bend down to load paper into the copy machine, or reach up to hang my coat. The other limiting factor is my recent weight gain, which happily did allow me to fit back into the chastity belt that was previously too big for me, but further limits my clothing selection. Thankfully, it's winter, which allows for more modest fashion anyway. Still, it's more than just the bulge of the lock that I am self-conscious about. When I sit down, there is a natural bulge that appears just above the belt, which I think is very conspicuous. Although, I haven't given it much thought till now. I could just be sensitive due to PMS kicking in. My period is due around the 14th or 15th. I'm not completely sure how we are going to handle that little issue. I've thought about going on hormonal birth control in order to stop my periods, or at least to make them further apart. But I don't want to take unnecessary risks. I guess I'll be better able to decide after going through this first cycle in my belt. I guess I'll go change my clothes again...

Last night, I cried. I just lay in my Master's arms and released all the emotional energy that had been building up these last two weeks. Sometimes it was quiet tears rolling from my eyes, sometimes it was heaving sobs, but it felt good. Just to let it all go. Just to be held and comforted. Just to be reassured that I could make it. To not only survive living in the chastity belt, but to hear my Master reassure me that I would come to accept it, and more than that, to embrace it.

I woke up with a feeling of peace about that. I forgot to mention that when I woke up Tuesday morning, a dream was fresh in my mind. I had dreamed that the 32 days were over and that my Master took me out of the belt and let me cum. But in the dream, he did not lock the chastity belt back on me afterwards, and I was so disappointed. When I woke up, I was surprised that such a thought had come to me subconsciously.

Still, from early in our relationship, my Master and I had discussed the idea of long term chastity. In fact, back in late 2003, I began receiving laser hair removal treatments for this express purpose. It took a great deal of courage and commitment to endure the embarrassment and discomfort of removing all of one's pubic hair. I had the series of five treatments over that next year. I then went in a number of additional times, as they gave me a 3 year guarantee. Hair can be very stubborn, so it's difficult to achieve complete hair removal. In fact, I was thinking about going in for another follow-up just about the time I was locked in the belt. Had I known how long I was going to be locked up, I would have at least shaved. As it is, the meager hair I have growing down there is long enough to occasionally get caught in the belt and pulled, making me wince at times that must be a mystery to those around me. I might have to blame kidney stones, or something... I had asked my Master about the possibility of being allowed out of the chastity belt long enough to shave, but all he offered me was that he would unlock the belt if I would agree to let him pluck all those pesky hairs. So, for now, I'm enduring the occasional pull.

Besides, my Master gave me more important things to consider last night, about acceptance. This should be the focus of my thoughts for now.

This morning I took a bath. It was so nice to completely submerge myself in the water. Besides being relaxing, it was nice to feel the water over all of my skin at once, even under the chastity belt. Today is day 12. This morning, I asked my Master if he would let me out of the belt soon. He said yes. I got all excited, "You're going to let me out early?!" He said, "In 20 days." I didn't think that sounded very soon. Although I wondered what it would feel like to have 20 days seem like "the home-stretch?" My Master has repeatedly stated that he intends for me to go 3 months at some point during this year. He also intends to keep me even longer. It's all so very scary, and yet, thrilling, in some perverted way. For now, it's enough to deal with the present, as I'm not even half-way to the goal of 32 days and I wonder just how I am going to survive this.

On Monday night I went to RCDC, our local kink support-group (as I like to call it). We heard and saw an amazing presentation on whips and single-tails. I was having a difficult time staying comfortable in my seat, as I'd been in meetings all day at work and sitting was becoming more and more uncomfortable as the day progressed. Mostly, I was looking forward to seeing my friends afterwards and telling them about my chastity experience so far. God, I'm such a slut! I ended up pulling down my skirt a number of times to show of the belt even to complete strangers! I loved being able to answer people's questions about what it is like and how I accomplish basic everyday functions (or not). I want other people to know what I am going through. It does help me get the strength to go on, and to solidify my determination to meet the goal.

Not that I don't feel like cheating from time to time. I'm always asking my Master if he would consider letting me out early. He's recently told me even if I had to use my safe word, he couldn't let me out right away because he's not keeping the keys anywhere on our property. He won't tell me if they are at his office or in his car, or with a friend for safe-keeping. Still, I woke up SOOOO horny this morning. After my Master left for work, I did take out the vibrator and pressed it up against the steel crotch plate. While it felt interesting, alas, it wasn't exciting. Then, I started to think about how guilty I would feel if I did actually make myself cum. I knew I needed to cool myself down. I guess that's why I decided to take a bath.

I'm just glad I'm not sore anymore. If I thought Monday was bad, Tuesday was worse. I didn't get home from work till nearly 10pm. Although I wanted to write in my journal, I couldn't bear the thought of another minute sitting in a chair. I went straight for the bed and lay on my back with my knees apart and feet together (frog style) just to give my upper leg crease relief from touching the wide spot of the crotch piece. Believe me; I wasn't horny in the least at that point. In fact, I was pretty surprised that I hardly thought about the belt at all on Tuesday - and that's probably why I ended up so sore. I can't let myself get so engrossed in work that I stop taking breaks to stand-up.

Speaking of work, I'm late and need to get going. I'm sure they won't be too mad since I was there so late the night before. Still, there's a pile of stuff that needs to get done before the weekend. Hmmm, weekends. It was 2 weekends ago that I asked to be put into the chastity belt for a night, expecting it would be foreplay for a pleasure-filled weekend. Now I've had 2 weekends with no orgasm. There are 3 weekends left to go. Will weekends ever be the same as they were before?

Another weekend has come and gone, and still I am locked in the chastity belt. Still I have not cum. All this started nine days ago on a Friday when I had hoped to initiate a pleasure-filled weekend with some temporary denial for one night. Unwittingly, I triggered a series of events that changed the entire course of my future, and completely redefined my identity.

Last night I marked eight days in the belt, matching my previous record. Yet, two years ago I was at the end of my rope at the end of eight days (Jan/Feb 2005). Although I was interested in experimenting with a longer time, a sore on my upper leg would insure the end of my captivity, even if I had to use my safe word. The belt was removed so I could recover. Then an injury and subsequent knee surgery prevented me from going back into the belt. By the time I was well enough to try this type of play again, I had lost a significant amount of weight, and the waist belt was so loose on me that the crotch piece dangled between my legs with ample access to the very area a chastity belt is designed to guard. So, we set the belt aside, but never got rid of it. Unexpectedly, grief over the recent tragic death of a parent caused me to gain the weight back. While anti-depressants treated the grief, they certainly aren't helping with my weight loss efforts. After keeping the weight on for three months now, I began to realize I probably would fit in the chastity belt again.

My Master first tried the belt on me in early-January, only to discover my suspicions were correct. We dabbled with light chastity play a couple of times, but only measured in hours, not days. And I guess that's what I expected on Friday, January 26, when I recently asked to be allowed to sleep in the belt. I had no idea what I was in for.

Now, being on day nine, I feel completely different than I did two years ago. Because I took it easy in getting used to the belt, and in limiting my activity, I was able to adapt to its embrace without developing a sore. I no longer have to calculate my motions when getting in or out of the car. I no longer have to walk slowly to minimize friction. I can move freely and walk quickly. Soon, I may attempt to exercise.

It's also starting to sink in that this is now my life. Except for infrequent times of release, I will always be locked in this steel chastity belt. Master says if I do lose the weight, he will lock me in a smaller belt, and that will certainly prevent my gaining the weight back. I'm getting past the 32-day mark to imagine my life as a belted slave.

My Master enjoys the submissive state of mind that it puts me in. I'm still horny as hell. I still beg my Master for early release, although I'll admit that I love to hear him say no. Can I survive this? Will it ever become "normal"? I suppose time will tell.

Mostly, I feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Most people only get to read about their fantasies. I am living it.

I have almost completed my first week in the chastity belt. Happily, I haven’t had any soreness this time and I seem to be getting used to the feeling of being locked in steel. It's been a difficult week as I've hardly been able to focus on anything else. All day long, whether I am sitting, standing, walking, or lying down, I am aware of being locked in the belt. It almost feels like I am drunk. One thing is for certain, I’m horny all the time. Yesterday I purchased some feminine deodorant spray at the store to combat any odors that may subtly be coming from my wet panties. I'm not worried about bathroom odors. I use a plastic squeeze bottle with water like a bidet to clean myself off. I also use wet wipes to clean myself after a BM. This can sometimes be tricky because I'm wearing a thong style chastity belt with a coated steel cable that comes up between my ass cheeks. I shower each morning which seems to clean the belt thoroughly. But I can't control my natural lubrication that seems to be plentiful each and every day. The feminine deodorant spray seems to be helping, as it is moisture activated and formulated for such use. Well, I'm sure they didn't have THIS in mind. I'm sure many people would be surprised to hear about my reaction to being locked in a chastity belt.

I had an interesting experience this evening. My daughter was home on leave from the military. She was not feeling well, so she asked if I would go with her to the local swim center to have time in the hot tub. This is a public pool, so you can imagine I was nervous about people seeing me in the belt, let alone my own daughter, even though she's in her twenties. My Master had come home early from work that day, as his bursitis was still causing him a fair amount of pain. I had called him to tell him of our plans, and he said he would like to join us and would see me when I got home (I called him from my cell phone). When I got home, we met in the bedroom with panicked expressions on our faces, wondering how we were going to pull this off. It had already been a challenge in avoiding my overly affectionate pre-teen daughter, who has a habit of hugging me around the waist several times a day to tell me she loves me. It's getting better with her because she is now tall enough to hug me around the neck, if I can just see her coming and bend down slightly and wrap my arms under hers first. I did not have success avoiding her 2 years ago when I was locked in the belt for eight days. I ended up telling her that mommy hurt her back and that the doctor gave me a back brace to help the pain go away. But I didn’t think my 20+ year old would buy that story - especially for sitting in a hot tub which you would think would be therapeutic for back pain.

Anyway, after some frantic searching, I found an old swimsuit that was getting fairly threadbare in the back and bottom area. I used that as an excuse to borrow a pair of my Master/husband's gym shorts to wear with the suit. Thankfully, the shorts adequately camouflaged the contour of the chastity belt, although I did look like I had put on a few pounds. I threw on a loose-fitting dress over the swimsuit and shorts and headed off to the pool. My daughter didn't seem to suspect anything, since I had always been modest around the kids when in the locker room. I didn't need to change when I arrived. Afterwards, I dressed in a bathroom stall. Whew! Still, it was very exciting to sit next to my Master in the hot tub, and feel his hand trace the edge of the steel belt while we were sitting in the water. I think I am developing the ability to act like everything is perfectly normal, even though I am taming unquenchable desire deep inside.

Still, I have so wanted to talk about the chastity belt every waking moment. I don't want to drive my Master crazy (I can't exactly talk to my co-workers or my children). So, early on Wednesday night we attended a local munch for our bdsm group that meets at a pub in Northwest Portland. It was nice to see our friends that we hadn't seen in awhile. I was able to tell a number of them of my Master locking me in the belt, and this time making me wait 32 days until my next orgasm. Many seemed impressed. A few wanted to take a look at the belt. Everyone I told wanted us to return the next week to tell them if I was still sticking with the commitment. They underestimate my Master’s resolve. Although, I'll admit, it's hard to imagine going next week and telling them I'm up to day 12. Then, day 19 the next week, and day 26 the following week. Time is still crawling. And somehow, in my focus on the 32 days, I neglected to tell them of his plan to permanently keep me in the belt. I guess they'll figure that out when I return the week after on day 33.

Today is day five. It was day five this morning when I woke up. It was day five when I arrived at work. It was day five at lunchtime, day five when I got home, still day five at dinner time. Only now am I just nearing the end of day five. Yesterday was no better. Yes folks, if life seems to be slipping through your fingers like sands through the hourglass, just get yourself locked into a chastity belt and it all slows down to a maddening crawl.

I need to catch you up on what has happened since last Saturday, and to explain why I am still locked in the chastity belt.

For most of my weekend in captivity, I spent as much time as possible resting on the bed. Two years ago, I did an eight day stretch in the belt, but developed a sore spot right away where the wide area of the crotch piece was rubbing against my inner leg. Because I started wearing the belt on a Wednesday back then, I didn't have the luxury of slowly adapting to the belt, as I work a fulltime job. My Master wanted me to avoid that discomfort this time, so we had a very low-key weekend, and we got to catch up on all our TiVo recordings. Because the keys were locked away at the mailbox store, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy teasing me, fondling my breasts, sucking my nipples, all the while running his hands over my steel-encased crotch. He said if only he had the keys, he'd let me go and make me cum over and over again. He was driving me insane with desire. Of course, he was able to cum while I had to watch him masturbate. On Sunday, he fucked my throat. This is a big turn-on for me because we combine it with some breath-play.

On Monday evening, my Master came home with a very sore back and hip. Being in my ultra-submissive mindset, I gladly and slavishly massaged him to soothe his pain. Normally, he has a very stoic personality, so if you can visibly see his pain you know it must be very intense. Later, I was lying in his arms and he wanted to know how well I was surviving the chastity belt. Since I took it easy over the weekend, I was not sore from the belt at all. Part of the reason is I avoided sitting for long periods of time, which tend to cut off my circulation. I volunteered to run every errand at work that day. I now had my own office, unlike two years ago, so I was also able to perform the necessary contortions while sitting down or standing up in order to adjust the belt to the proper position without attracting undue attention to myself. All these helped make this experience more pleasant than previous.

The conversation then turned to the topic of my release. Both of us felt that we wanted to surpass the former record. To stop after three days seemed wimpy. To match the past record seemed boring. To only surpass it by a few days was unimpressive. After giving it thought, my Master decided I was ready to try a month of chastity. In fact, he said he would make me wait 32 days until I could cum again, four times longer than before. And, except for that one 8-day stretch, we had only done short term chastity play since I got the belt in June of 2004. But he also added a twist to this new goal of 32 days. He announced that he wanted to keep me permanently in the belt. That is, while I would have brief periods of release for orgasm or for health or hygiene reasons, I was to be kept locked in the belt all the time. Yes, I would be allowed to cum in 32 days, but his intention was to lock me back in the belt immediately afterwards. My mind was still processing the 32 days, that it was impossible to comprehend anything else.

The next two days were a roller-coaster of emotions. On one hand, I was flying high from the thought of being given the privilege to actually live-out a fantasy. On the other hand, I received a call from my Master/husband on Tuesday afternoon, who needed me to pick him up from the hospital. It turns out his pain was being caused by a bursitis in his hip. Only after a second trip to the emergency room on Tuesday evening did we find out it was caused by an infection requiring antibiotics. The extra-submissive mindset provided by the chastity belt made it very natural for me to want to pamper and care for him in his recovery. But we were also short by one adult, and we still have kids living at home with busy schedules. But no matter what I am doing: working, chauffeuring kids around, or nursing my husband to health, I cannot shake one overwhelming thought - I am a slave adjusting to her new life of always being locked in a chastity belt. I am no longer my own. I will never again cum again when I decide. My Master is the one in control.

He was feeling quite a bit better this evening, and I think he was feeling sorry that so much responsibility had fallen to me suddenly. I wasn’t sure what to expect when he took out our leather wrist and ankle cuffs and locked them on to me. He added a leather head-harness and then began to chain me down to the bed using the chains that are always attached to eyebolts mounted on the headboard and footboard. Using two extra chains, he locked one going lengthwise down the center of the bed. He locked the other parallel to my left side as I was lying face up on my side of the bed. Using these chains, he attached my wrists to them down at my side. The ankles were attached spread apart at the bottom corners. The head harness was pulled up tight and chained at the top of the bed. I was unable to move. After teasing me for some time, playing with my breasts, and exploring the edges of my chastity belt with his fingers, he masturbated himself to orgasm. God, how I wanted to cum! My Master could tell I was aching for ecstasy by the way I pulled against the bonds and groaned with jealousy. But instead of fulfillment, all I got was release from the chains and was told I'd be allowed to write in my journal before bed.

How can time crawl any slower? I still have 27 days to go.

Last night (Friday) at bedtime, I was feeling “in-the-mood,” but tired as well. I thought it would be nice to make a plan to wake up horny so my Master and I could enjoy our Saturday morning together. I asked my Master if he would allow me to sleep in the chastity belt. From past experience, we both knew how excited I got when I was locked away. He stepped out of the room for a moment and came back with the chastity belt. I was ready for him, naked from the waist down, still lying in bed. I lifted my hips as he placed the belt around my waist and slipped the crotch piece up through my legs. The steel was cold as he snugged the belt into place. He then snapped the lock shut. But what he did next surprised me. He said, “This is going to cost you. Roll the dice to see how many days you'll spend in the belt.” He handed me a six-sided die, and I rolled it immediately, fearing my hesitation would cause me to be in the belt longer. A three appeared, and while I was relieved, I was also frustrated. There went my enjoyable weekend. I wouldn't get out of the belt until late Monday night. Of course, there was always the hope that this was a mind-fuck to heighten my excitement. I went to bed content in the embrace of the belt, and hopeful of what the morning might still bring.

I woke up early and, naturally, my hands went down to feel the now warm steel of the belt. I was aroused by how trapped I felt, and how helpless I was, subject to the will of my Master. He awoke around the same time. However, instead of grabbing the key, he announced to me that he was very serious about last night, and that I was indeed to be in the belt until Monday evening. Hearing the sentence made my heart beat faster. He could feel the wetness soaking my panties. How I ached for his touch, to feel his fingers caress my clit, to feel his cock throbbing inside me. But I would have to wait.

In fact, I would truly HAVE to wait, for as the morning progressed, a plan was hatched to make the keys temporarily inaccessible. We own a private mail box at the local UPS Store. We have 24-hour access to the box because we have a key to the door that lets us in when the store is closed. Since they close at 5pm on Saturday and do no re-open until 8:30am on Monday, it provided us with an opportunity. After the store was closed, we used our key to gain entry and empty our mailbox. My Master then took a strip of packing tape and on it he placed the access key to the store, along with my copy of the mailbox key and BOTH copies of the chastity belt keys. The tape was then affixed to the inside of our box, on the top so that the person putting mail in would not readily see the keys. He then shut and locked our box. We stood at the door leading outside. We both knew once we stepped outside and let the door close behind us that there would be no turning back. We would be locked out of the store until Monday at 8:30am. Without my key, I would be unable to retrieve the taped keys out of our box. If my Master was unable to get to the mailbox store by 6:30pm that Monday, I would have to wait another day. Master grabbed my hand and our eyes met. “This is it,” he said, as we stepped through the doorway. The door closed behind us with a loud click. I grabbed the handle and pulled. It was locked. Now, neither of us would have the choice but to wait out the remainder of the weekend. Tonight, I marked my first 24 hours in the belt.