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Late in November 1981, I was tasked with interviewing a witness to a road
accident. As it happened, the witness was assistant evening manager of a
dancer bar -- a bar which had been in trouble more than once with the
Police for total nudity of dancers, and would be again until it finally
went out of business in late '85 or early '86. This was a matter of
indifference to me as I made my appointment with the witness. That evening,
dressed in coat and tie, armed with my list of questions and my tape
recorder, I showed up at the bar and was ushered, after a wait during which
I watch two sets, into the back office.
The interview went as smoothly as smooth could be, and I was on my way
out, when something that I saw on the stage behind the bar captured my
attention: The dancing girl was totally nude, and she was infibulated with
a padlock on her labia majora that was so situated that it meant business.
This dancer was most skilled and spirited of all of the dancers on stage
that night, the most attractive; and, despite being youngest-looking of
them all, when she was nude there was no question that she was all woman. I
asked the bartender to ask her to talk to me, ordered a cup of coffee, and
sat at a vacant table to wait.
When she came to my table, she was fully dressed. Fully dressed, she
looked too young to be lawfully on premises. I saw at once that she was
wearing a wedding ring. I stood up, introduced myself, and thanked her for
her time.

. Although I was curious, my curiosity was respectful and I wished not to
be rudely intrusive: I promised to observe whatever bounds she set. Her
first ground rule was limitation to her stage name. I told her that I
recognized that she was wearing a chastity device: I knew she could not be
lawfully compelled to wear one, and that legal recourse was available if
someone tried unlawful compulsion; beside that, the fact that she displayed
it as openly as she did, strongly suggested she wore it of her own free
will. Would she be kind enough to tell me why?
She began by saying that, as far as she knew, I was the first of the bar's
customers to recognize it as a chastity device, and the first person
outside her or her husband's family to recognize it as such. She had had it
done in order to give The Key to her husband as a "remember me" present
just before he left for six months of sea duty with the Sixth Fleet.
I asked her how she had come to know about something so esoteric. She said
that her maternal grandmother had come from Yugoslavia (no, she was not
specific as to which ethnic group; and, regrettably, I had not had presence
of mind enough to ask), and had joked about this with her when she was a
teenager. Apparently, ringing a girl or woman, while by no means common,
was not unknown either for preservation of the virginity of an ardent
daughter or preservation of the fidelity of a wife, or when children of
both sexes had to share the same bed continuously. (It is now common
knowledge that Yugoslavia once was part of the Turkish empire. The most
reasonable first-approximation inference is that this is how that custom
arrived there.)
When she married, Kim continued, her husband's family had disapproved of
her, because she had not been virgin for her husband and because of how she
earned her living; and though her husband was immune to such suggestions,
his family tried to plant suspicions that she was a prostitute on the side,
or promiscuous. In fact, she enjoyed intercourse, she enjoyed masturbating,
and she enjoyed simply being nude: She did her housework that way as often
as not. Too, she was always nude when she exercised ("Thank God for small
tits. Swinging melons'd get in the way, and I'd have to wear a bra.").
When her husband's Naval Reserve unit was activated, Kim went to her
grandmother and asked serious questions, which her grandmother answered in
full. She got herself pierced, and asked the piercer about appropriate
commercial locks. The piercer was initially skeptical, trying to steer her
to piercing-jewelry locks and/or pseudo-locks; but when she explained her
plans, he complied -- with severe warnings about the wrong kind of metal in
a piercing, healed or not. When initially she showed the piercings to
her husband, with the training rings in place, she said they were for
jewelry.
"That," I said, "may have been entirely truthful, but it was not the
entrie truth."
"Of course not," Kim replied. "I'm in show business, and I know to save
the best for the last act." She was smiling.
Early in the morning of the day before her husband, Mike, was to leave for
sea duty, Kim gave him a list of locks and asked him to get any one lock on
the list. When he got home, she took him into the bedroom, undressed, and
told him to open the padlock and hand only it to her. With a tool the
piercer had sold her, she removed the training rings from her labia majora
and passed the shackle of the padlock through first one piercing and then
the other -- and locked the padlock. She challenged Mike to try entering
her any and every way he could. He could not get even his little finger
into her vagina further than the outermost joint. That was when she asked
him please to make sure she never ever even once even touched The Key.
The demonstration excited him so much that they did not leave the bedroom
until the next morning -- but did not get much sleep. "We balled six times
in as many hours," Kim said, "and we balled three times more when we woke
up in the middle of the night. I thought for sure I had to be pregnant from
that."
Before leaving, Mike gave the duplicate Key to his mother, both as a
precaution against (God forbid!) and to enable Kim to change tampons during
her period "... if I had one..." He explained just what it was; and his
mother turned to Kim and said that they had hurt her by their misjudgment
of her, and they were going to make that up to her if she would let them.
I told her that her husband's family should feel deeply honored for having
her for a daughter-in-law, because she had done their son nothing less than
the highest honor a man could receive from any source below God Himself. I
cited Peristiany (Honour and Shame: The Values of Mediterranean Peoples) to
the effect that whoever does honor to another, gains honor by recoil effect
from doing the honor. She may not have been born to a Title, and she may
lead a working-class life, but what she had done had made her Noble.
She asked me whether I wasn't exaggerating. I replied by telling her a
little about my second fiancee, who had died in a car crash six years
before. Cynthia Anne had worn a chastity belt fully seriously for her
parents, and had promised me The Key as her primary bridal gift. Her
parents had talked her into it to protect her sexuality from abuse by
malice or ineptitude: They held that sexual activity, independent of its
optional reproductive function, because of its awesome pleasure, was
something sacred, and a man's woman should be sacred to him as his bedmate.
I quoted to Kim the first three lines of the six-hundred-year-old verbal
formula, derived from Guillaume deMachaut's Livre du Voir-Dit, that is
still used ceremonially to hand over The Key:

Ceste clef porterez, amys,
Carry this key, Beloved,
Et bien la garderez,
And guard it well,
Car c'est la clef de mon tresor...
For this is the key of my treasure...

Kim said she wished she had known that, because if she had known it she
would have used it.
She told me that, because of the way the lock was placed to do its job,
she could not ride a motorcycle, as she had used to enjoy doing before she
had ringed herself. She presumed that that meant also that she couldn't
ride a bicycle, but this she had not tried to do. Because it set a narrower
limit on how widely she could spread her legs, it partially curtailed
calisthenics. She asked me if I had noticed how carefully she had seated
herself? If she sat down rapidly on a hard surface, it could jam the lock
painfully into a very sensitive part of her; and she found it more
comfortable to sit on her calves, now, than directly on her buttocks. But
what she still could do, was masturbate, and that she did now more than
ever before: Showing her body aroused her, as if her audience were
caressing her body with their eyes. She knew she was beautiful and she
worked hard to stay that way; sharing that beauty with her audience's eyes
was innocent pleasure -- and the lock kept it innocent.
When she told me that her husband wrote mock-"complaints" of having to
carry a hard-on a yard long through every liberty-port in the Mediterranean
without being able to do anything about it -- because if she could not,
he would not -- I answered with another question: Why mess with the rest
when you have the best? More seriously, I said he appeared to be showing
respect for the honor she had done him. The same thing explained the fact
that her husband wore his copy of The Key on a religious-medal chain around
his neck, rather than putting it on his pocket key-ring: Feeling it there,
and seeing it so constantly, would be an ever-present reminder of what was
waiting for him at the end of his tour of sea duty.
Too, her in-laws' change of attitude toward her had gone both ways. Mike's
sister, age sixteen, had originally thought Kim cool and daring before the
lock went into place. If her parents-in-law and her brothers-in-law now
thought Kim the little princess who could do no wrong; now her young
sister-in-law thought her a fink: Little sister was afraid her parents
would get the wrong idea from Kim if she, little sister, got pregnant and
had to get an abortion.
Once I left that bar, I made no further effort to see Kim; and I do not
know how she has fared in that eighteen year plus a fraction, since that
interview. For what she has done, I wish all blessings -- the very best
that life can offer -- upon her. If I do not desire specifically her -- I
think that doing so would be sacrilege -- I do desire one of her
so-very-rare kind.

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