My Reinhold - part 1Submitted by: SuperA
It was a cool evening, about 65 degrees and a light mist was falling from the cloudy sky when we arrived in Overath. Since we had taken the S-BAHN train down from the city, Reinhold offered to pick us up at the train station - all I had to do was call him and tell him we were there. However, I was unfamiliar with German phone system and didn't know they base everything on city codes, requiring a city code to be dialed with every phone number.
My first task was to find a phone that accepted coins since the train station was closed and all of the other phones only accepted phone cards. Everyone else who disembarked from the train quickly left the station either in their personal autos or waiting buses. There was no one to ask. I looked in the close-by shops, but could find no pay phones. Finally, I spotted 2 phone booths about a block away. I left Mrs. SuperA in charge of the suitcases and walked down there.
There was an elderly woman in one booth, so I entered the other one. Drat!, this one only accepted phone cards. I patiently waited while this woman chatted and chatted and kept inserting coins in her phone. Finally, I took a couple coins and tapped on the glass indicating that I would like to use the phone.
She got out of the phone booth and allowed me to enter, while she stood outside. I called the phone number Reinhold gave me, but I did something wrong as I could not understand anything the German speaking individual had to say. In fact this person who answered hung up on me twice. I petitioned the waiting woman to help me. Although she spoke no English and I with my very little German, we struggled, and after several attempts and using lots of hand gestures, I finally got through to Reinhold.
Twenty minutes later, he arrived. After exchanging greetings, he took us to our hotel in a neighboring village. Mrs. SA decided to stay there while I was fitted for my belt.
We hopped back into Reinhold's car and drove to his house. We entered into his very warm kitchen. He had turned the heat up because I was going to have to strip and stand there while he fitted the belt.
The Reinhold belt is a nonadjustable molded device made from fiberglass. In the layers of fiberglass are two small brass hinges in the back about where the kidneys are located in your body. The belt is joined in the front like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. Then he uses a special lock device that is inserted into the belt on a long rod to lock the two pieces together. Once locked the rod is removed. There are no bulging lock components to stick out or to tamper with.
The finished belt is probably about 3/8 of an inch thick of molded fiberglass and seems to be undistinguishable under street clothes. I think wearing swimsuit over it, is going to be quite easy. In fact, from a distance one might even think I am wearing a thong.
His kitchen was a spacious room and in one corner was an area that housed several boxes of 'stuff'. This looked out of the ordinary and my eyes were drawn to it. There were a variety of tools and items that looked like my workbench. He pulled down a couple of boxes and proceeded to show and tell me what was going to happen.
First he showed me two configurations for the penis and scrotum. (The Reinhold belt encloses the penis and scrotum in separate chambers.) I was to pick one based upon the size of my endowment. I chose the normal size, rather than the large size. He then attached this 'cup' to a configuration of tiles held together by strings. The tiles were rectangular in shape about 1 inch by 2 inches. He explained that he would wrap this around my body and from this he would be able to determine the various pressure points. After several pulls of the strings and adjustments it seemed he had a good fit. I walked around and it seemed quite comfortable.
The next step is to make a mold of my body using plaster of Paris with the tile and string configuration imbedded in it. Reinhold unrolled several strips of material used to make a cast for broken bones, cut them to about 4 to 6 foot lengths and then dipped them into a bowl of warm water.
While I was standing on some newspaper in the middle of his warm kitchen, he proceeded to wrap my body with the casting material. Finally after about 10-15 minutes of Reinhold applying many strips, he said he was done and I had to stand there while it cured. As this material dried it gave off a little heat, adding to the warm kitchen. Periodically, Reinhold offered me sips from my ice cold beer and he took some sips from his also in an attempt to stay cool.
Fifteen minutes later the plaster was hard. He then took a special knife to cut the cast in a couple of places so he could take it off of me. Although I had been warned to shave my pelvic area, I missed some of the hairs on my sides and back and when he pulled the cast off, the hair was pulled along with it. Oh well, no pain, no gain.
While Reinhold was cleaning up the kitchen, I hopped into his shower to remove the remaining particles of plaster from my body.
When I emerged, he explained that he would build the belt from the cast and then send it me. I should then try it on and mark the places it doesn't fit and return it to him. I'm not sure how he will fix them, but he assured me that he can. Normally, he invites you back for a second fitting, but since he is in Germany and I am in the US, that is going to be impossible. I hope that we can make this work - he assured me he has done it before.
Once the belt fits completely, he spray paints any color you wish. Mrs. SA has already chosen a metallic blue.
Stay tuned for part II.
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