Granger 04
- This article is a Biography
- Chapter 04 - Ethel's first steps
Now the history I begin to relate is what you have been waiting for so patiently. It began many years ago, for to cultivate any rare and beautiful creation needs plenty of time and constant care. At the age of 23 years which is where the story began, Ethel was vastly different to what she was to be when she was 50, or even 60 years of age. Time had created a different Ethel, with a beauty that age did not affect. The latent possibilities what were there in her slender figure could be discerned with difficulty or probably wishful thinking.
When I first met her, she wore the extremely shapeless dresses of the middle twenties, short shingled hair, short dresses, a slender Twiggy like uncorseted body, not very high heels and no earrings, but usually plenty of lipstick on her full lips, not usually very well applied, and a pair of fine legs beneath her short dresses were her only glory. How very different 30 years later!
Very soon I began to make it clear to her that I was interested in earrings, real ones worn through pierced holes in the lobes being the only type acceptable. She really had the tiniest ears of any girl I had met, and tiny lobes too. Also, as I have said, I preferred girls to wear high heels, as that made them walk in a dainty feminine way, and as she as was short, this would raise her to my level. Also that I liked the feel of my arms round a well corseted waist, which would give a good wasp like figure, with a good bust above. Long hair too, was a beautiful asset to a well dressed woman.
These points were made gently, but with persistence. Every time I saw a woman with high heels and a good bust and figure, obviously well corseted, or real earrings, and there were or still some about, I passed comments upon these assets to Ethel and asked her opinion. At first she treated them with contempt or by scathing criticism as I expected, for Rome was not built in a day.
But I patiently persisted, using illustrations and articles in books and papers to press home my points. All this propaganda and her growing emotional love began to pay dividends, for I could tell from the increasing passion of her kisses that she was feeling more deeply, as I must confess so was I. So on one trip home with her, when I thought the time was ripe, as she kissed me with her warm ripe lips, I put my hands over her breasts. They were indeed very small, but not quite useless, for although she pretended to resist, it was half hearted, and soon, without demur she was letting me caress them within her dress, which began to turn her on. Her feeble murmurs of protest went unheeded, as she expected them to, and she pressed her body against mine, and so could not help but feel my erected male organ there. I guessed she was not completely innocent, from the ground sheet episode, so it was no surprise to find her going in after it, and holding it in her hands, stiffly erect. She said it seemed very big for her and I said perhaps one day we would see, and she did not reject the idea there and then. We were getting very close to one another, and poor Mary was fading away.
Taking the bull by the horns, while she was sensually aroused, I pointed out how much nicer it would be for me to be able to put my arms around her waist if it were firmly corseted, and that higher heels would raise her to a better level to equalise her short stature. I was sure too, that she would find the swinging of pendants from her tiny pierced lobes a great thrill. High heels would improve her walk and carriage.
One day she came to me and when I put my arms around her she said, "Darling, do you feel any difference?" To my delight, I could feel that she was wearing a pair of corsets. They were neither very stiff nor very small, but she was naturally no more than 24 inches, but never the less, it was a step in the right direction.
Naturally I showed my approval as an encouragement to further steps and I told her that I thought real corsets would be the answer to her back weakness from which she had suffered after her accident. She had no aversion to higher heels or long kid gloves. The only trouble about heels was the fact that heels of about 2½ inches were about the usual at that time, and long black kid gloves were not available where we lived. Also we were hard up. Most of my money had gone on a new motor cycle anyway.
When talking about earrings one day, she mentioned that her friend had some marvellous sets of antique earrings, some of which she would have liked to try on, but she was unable to do so as they were all made for pierced ears. She admitted also that the screw on types hurt her after some time, or else came off at awkward moments or one did so, and got lost, so spoiling the pair. So I again asked her why she did not have her ears pierced as that would save all that bother.
She said, "I believe my friend had hers done at the jewellers and had to wear those horrid gold sleepers for a time until the holes wore formed. I don't like the idea of wearing those gypsy like gold rings in my ears. Another friend of mine had hers done with a hot bodkin, and she said it was very painful. To make matters worse, they went septic, and it was a long time before they healed up. I don't want mine to be like that."
So I tried to convince her that it was really quite a simple job to do and I had the proper tools to do it. If the little operation was done with proper precautions, it should not go wrong. Neither was it necessary to use a hot needle. The operation wasn't painful at all if done quickly enough and the healing time might take less than a fortnight, although to become really permanent perhaps a couple of months to be on the safe side.
Of course she wanted to know how I could be sure of my facts. So I told her that I had made a number of experiments on my own ears in several ways, although I had not made them permanent piercings. She looked at my ears, remarking that she could see where I had made the holes, feeling the little lumps inside, like Mary had done. I told her that it would be easy to reopen them it I wanted to do so, and showed her.
Feminine curiosity then asked if she could see the tools I had. So I escorted her down to my workshop at the bottom of the garden. She said, "This is where you spend so much of your time. I've never been inside before. Show me!" So out came the spring piercers and also the normal type of jewellers hand piercer I had purchased, with the bone handle, steel point and silver tube, and also an assortment of items to make jewellery I had collected.
I indicated how the steel point, followed by the silver tube, were first to be driven through the lobe and into a cork, held behind the lobe. When the cork and point are both withdrawn, and the handle removed, this leaves the silver tube through the flesh. The a sleeper ring is then slipped into the end of the tube, and by pushing, on the sleeper the tube is moved out of the piercing and is followed by the sleeper which takes its place. All that remains to be done is to close up the sleeper, bathe away any blood, and the job in done. Furthermore the answer to her problem about wearing gold rings was simple, for it would be quite easy to thread a pearl drop on wire loop on the sleeper before it was closed up - thus it would make a tiny pearl pendant earring as the first ornament to wear instead of a plain ring. She liked this idea of pearl drops added to the sleepers and thought the jeweller's piercer would be ideal for her tiny lobes.
I further promised to make her a pair of earrings is she would consent and let me do the piercings for her. She agreed to this, so I set to work, and often she was there too, for that was the first of many visits to the workshop, watching me make her earrings, or develop photographs, and in this seclusion, intimacy proceeded apace. She would sit on the edge of the bench, while I kissed her and caressed her tiny breasts, while she held my erected penis. Then my fingers strayed into her more private parts without any attempt at repulsion on her part.
Soon she was really worked up and opening her legs guided my rigid organ into her body, murmuring as she did so, "Be good to me my darling." This seems to be a trite female expression, but what it really means is open to doubt. Does she mean, "Give me all you have, as it is what I need to make me feel good, or to do me good", or does she mean "Be careful, and not leave anything behind?" Which ever one does is probably wrong as she may tell you later. However in this case, as I was still going with Mary, I withdrew. However she and I had established sexual union, and she said that I felt very big inside her, but she could take me, which she had some doubts before.
The earrings were in the making. First a pair of eccentric rings in plastic, which was then dyed black. Then a small turquoise stone was put in at the bottom of the circle. Inside ­the black circles, which were about 1 inch in diameter, a smaller circle in white was hung. In the centre of this circle was a larger blue stone. Hooks were fixed at the top.
She watched me make them and was delighted with the results. She said she was anxious to wear them, so she therefore gave her consent to the operation, which we set for the next week-end.
I fear she awaited the job with some nervous qualms, but when the time came, she screwed her courage to the sticking point. So down to the workshop we went, ready for action. She sat down before me and prepared for what was to be done. I very carefully sprayed her lobes with ethyl chloride from a spray tube, after cleaning them with surgical spirits, and meanwhile the sleepers, needle, tube and handle were being sterilised in boiling antiseptic solution.
Fixing the handle, tube and point together, I placed a clean sterilised cork behind her ear lobe and a towel around her shoulders. Carefully I selected the correct place for the piercing, in the centre of her lobe, as high as I could get. Placing the point of the needle on the selected spot, before she had time to work into a panic.
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