 Free Personal Ads at Alt.com! Real Life Story about the Chastity Belt If you wish to discuss this story, please visit the Chastity Belt Discussion Board. If you wish to coorespond privately, please send an email to webmaster@lockmeup.com. Almost exactly twenty-five years ago -- it was on Christmas Eve of 1974 -- when I was thirty, I became engaged to be married to a young lady who had worn, by her eyes-open free consent, a chastity belt under Strict Rule fully seriously for her parents from four months after her twelfth birthday. I would not ever have met Cynthia Anne in the first place, if her father and mine had not become very good friends during the Second World War. After demobilization, they went their separate ways: Cynthia Anne's father went to medical school and became a doctor. Mine went into the insurance business. Dad sold Cynthia Anne's father his first malpractice and physician's general liability insurance late in 1949. Events separated us, until the Doctor and I ran into one another again in Fall 1970: By this time, he had remarried -- a lady from Denmark named Erika -- and he and his second wife had had a daughter, Cynthia Anne. The Doctor and I were good but distant (we lived in different states, hence saw one another only infrequently) friends; but because he was always with his family when we saw one another, I slowly became friends in my own right with Erika and Cynthia Anne ("Cinnamon" to those on "tu" terms with her) -- but just friends: I was married at the time, and I am "monogamous" -- strictly speaking, monogynous. Events separated us again in late 1971; and I did not see them again until Spring 1974, by which time my divorce was a done deal. Beginning shortly after that, he made himself and his family a presence in my life, although needs must at long range, to keep me from losing my footing in the abyss of depression after a mistaken marriage and the inevitable divorce. Although Cynthia Anne moved to stage-center, I had not the slightest notion that she was upper-case-"I" Interested in me. Therefore I did not recognize it when she and her parents started testing me. (When Cynthia Anne told her parents she was Interested in me, her father pumped my father for everything he knew about me; and, by other means investigated me. I had not known at the time even that I was under investigation; but that investigation resulted in a couple of my enemies coming to grief when information about unlawful activity of theirs was turned over to proper authorities.) One of his upper-case-"T" Tests was occasioned by a theater hosting a ballet company which was doing "Romeo and Juliet:" "What do you think would have hapened to a play by Shakespeare, an opera by Gounod, and a ballet by Prokovieff, if Father Capulet had taken a timely precaution with his daughter before Romeo Montague had entered her life?" Significant here is the fact that, at the time of that question, I had not the slight notion that either Cynthia Anne or her mother wore a chastity belt. I answered the Doctor's Test-question with the question, "I presume you mean a chastity belt?" The upshot of the discussion that followed from that was the hypothesis that, though Juliet might have suffered from a frustrated crush, she would have LIVED to get over it. The Doctor and his family were in town over the Christmas season, ostensibly to see other friends; but they invited me to dinner on Christmas Eve. I met them beforehand in their suite. When I sat in an armchair, Cynthia Anne told me her place was in my lap! (Anyone who thinks for a moment that either Cynthia Anne or her mother were submissive, is as mistaken as mistaken can be: Although both were polite and poised, so also were both mother and daughter very high-spirited.) When a girl who wears a chastity belt sits in a man's lap, if he had not theretofore known she was wearing a chastity belt, he knows it thereby and thenceforth. That revelation halfway blew my mind. Cinnamon said that, yes, it was a chastity belt, and that I wasn't getting The Key until we were married, so hadn't I better propose?! That finished the job of blowing my mind. The Doctor and Erika, meanwhile, were both smiling to light up the room. So much for introduction: That done, specific points are now to be addressed. Cynthia Anne wore a chastity belt, basically, for what was for her the best of all reasons: She wanted to imitate her mother. She had seen from earliest childhood, that her mother wore a chastity belt under strict rule "played" straight for her father, and she saw how her father treated her mother: The Doctor did not just love his wife, he adored her in his every act. By this, the Belt was sold to Cynthia Anne, as an idea, by understatement; but also by discussion, since this was a family secret, and Cynthia Anne had to be taught to keep secrets. She started to menstruate shortly after her twelfth birthday, and her parents celebrated that privately. On that occasion, she asked them straight up whether they were planning to put her into the Belt. Their reply began with an absolute promise that never ever would they force it upon her, nor order nor coerce her to wear it. However, they continued, it would be no bad idea at all for her to wear one; and if they thought she knew what she was doing if she asked for one, they would give it to her. She told me, much later, that she "read between the lines" of what her parents told her, a message of "Try it and we'll see you aren't sorry." After two weeks of searching discussion mostly with her mother, she asked for one as a Christmas present. (Since the source was in Paris, this entailed spending the first half of the Christmas vacation there.) In Paris, after Erika and Cynthia Anne had picked up the Belt, Cynthia Anne wearing it and Erika wearing The Key on a chain around her neck, on the way back to their hotel, Erika bought Cynthia Anne her first pair of shoes with heels and her first permitted adult cosmetics. That night at dinner, her father told her that henceforth, whenever they spoke French -- even in public in Paris -- she may address either of them in the personal form, "tu," rather than the polite form, "vous." (This may seem a small thing to those of us born to English; but anyone familiar with the habits of thought which underlie European languages, knows better.) And that night, Erika released her daughter's new Belt: Her parents took it for granted that a strong and healthy girl would want to masturbate, and that there was nothing wrong with it; on the contrary, for them to prevent her from masturbating, would be wrong unless that was done only as a punishment. (Her mother used that punishment twice in all the time Cynthia Anne wore the Belt: On both occasions, Cynthia Anne had brought home a 50-mph-over-limit speeding ticket; and the offense punished, was conduct which put her life in jeopardy.) Back home, they very privately celebrated specifically her. (A Jewish friend of mine, whom they let in on the secret because he was to be part of the groom's party at the wedding, called that celebration a "Goyische Bat Mitzveh" when he heard about it, both because of what her parents made it mean -- they were marking her formal entry into apprenticeship at adulthood -- and because of the cornucopia of gifts which went with it: Equal to four birthdays, three Christmases and a high-school graduation all in one fell swoop.)(Unfortunately it included the promise, to be fulfilled at her sixteenth birthday, of the car which killed her.) At that celebration, they told her that the reason why, yes, they wanted her to wear a chastity belt, was that they were absolutely unwilling to lie or even subtly to mislead her: Therefore, questions about sex and sexual activity, which they had theretofore declined to answer, would now be answered to the farthest extent whereof they were sure. They told her the truth about sexual activity -- including how frequently (very) her parents did it, how many times Erika rather than the Doctor initiated (half, more or less), and how sweet it was for a woman when the man did it right. They also promised her their standing permission to discontinue the Rule of the Belt -- once: Once discontinued, it would not be reinstated, ever. And they were proud of her for making a tradition of their custom. Although he HATED doing them, the Doctor occasionally did abortions. He hated worse the suffering which an illegitimate child would both undergo and cause, suffering which Erika had made understood to him with some harrowing imagery. Because he hated doing them, he and his wife meticulously followed up each abortion patient with aftercare and counseling aimed at preventing repeat business. For this reason among others, he knew "every line in the book" for talking a girl or woman into bed (he used the term "fraudulent rape" for the process of obtaining a girl's or woman's consent to intercourse under false pretenses); and for this reason, he knew how often psycho-trauma was a sequela of abortion even when the abortion was a decision of the patient's whole will, all faculties aligned in favor. Where an abortion patient was younger than nineteen and brought in by her parents, if he trusted the parents that they would not attach a punitive connotation to it or abuse their daughter by means of it, the Belt was an item on the menu of options; and in a handful of cases over a twelve-year period, initiative for the Belt came not from the parents but from the daughter herself. He stopped taking abortion patients the day New York State passed its latitudinarian abortion law in 1970. Those selfsame parents who talked their daughter into a chastity belt, insisted that she should learn how to shoot a 9mm. high-capacity semi-auto well enough to kill an attacker to protect her own life. I took part in that training, and I take a teacher's pride in how well she shot. One of the most catachretical figures of speech in the English language -- embedded in the text of the Bible, no less -- is the phrase, "carnal knowledge;" for all too often, once a pair of lovers begin carnal relations, acquisition of knowledge of and from the Other, ceases. Worse still, is a relationship which nothing less than begins with an act of intercourse, for in such it is even less likely -- unless one or both parties are VERY careful -- that the parties ever shall come truly to know one another; and the bursting of one or both bubbles of illusion can be agonizingly painful. For obvious reasons, Cynthia Anne and I did not have intercourse; and by our upbringings, oral sodomy (fellatio) was repugnant to us both. We each did our best to make our selves known to each other -- and we bonded. We bonded well enough that, when Erika called me that October night in 1975 to tell me that Cynthia Anne had died in a car crash, I was prostrated by traumatic shock. Only two weeks before that, we had set the date for the wedding. If Cynthia Anne was "only(?)" a Steel Angel, rather than an angel from religious myth, she was still the most perfectly beautiful woman, in body and even more so in spirit, that I have ever seen. That beauty of spirit is something she shared with her mother, and with three other Steel Angels with whom I've had the high and rare privilege of acquaintance -- a beauty of spirit that no female of any age, marked by her own responsibility for her own chastity and sexual conduct, can even touch, let alone equal. Although Cynthia Anne and her parents are now dead, no small number of their associates and friends remain alive. Since I do not know and cannot guess what attitudes may be contained in that group, I have -- in honor of their memory -- blurred detail and withheld their family name.
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