Granger 07
- This article is a Biography
- Chapter 07 - What a little love will do
I think that I had soon showed her how much I now loved her and she began to appreciate my increased adulation, to think it was worth what she thought to be a little sacrifice, even a little pain and discomfort. In fact after a few short hours she was forced to admit that although she could feel the increased restriction and control that the stiffness of the corsets imposed, they were really not so uncomfortable as she had expected them to be. I then said that the lacing at the back was still open by about 3 inches.
"And it will stay that way!" she snapped. I pointed out that the corsets could not sit really comfortably if open too wide, for the wide gap would tend to pull them out of shape. After a bit more hugging and kissing I proved by gripping her waist between my hands, that the corsets wore really quite loose, so she could easily stand a little more lacing in.
After some hesitation she appeared to reluctantly consent, but I think she was only too pleased to try a bit more, for the feeling of tightness and support was growing upon her and becoming an attractive sensation. She also may have felt my increased ardour was a reasonable recompense for what she might now have to endure.
"Well you can lace them in a bit, if you will promise to stop when I say so." she murmured. I gently took the loop of the laces in my hands, when she presented her back lacing to me. Then little by little I eased them in from top and bottom to the waist, taking out the slack as I did so, and watching the two edges approaching one an other. Then I gave the laces a good strong steady pull and now saw the edges coming rapidly closer without any undue strain.
She gave a gasp and then said, "That will do for now! Darling! You will have me faint if you pull any more. I think that is as much as I can stand for now. So stop, as you promised me." So as I had promised I left off pulling and tied the laces securely, to retain what we had gained. Her waistline was now clearly indented and her small budding breasts were pushed back, high on her bosom. The firmness of her waist was now delightful to feel and I could not resist putting my bands on it and feeling it from her rounded hips, in to her waist and up her ribs to the top, then down again, squeezing her waist as I did so.
She had not fainted, but she was now breathing rapidly with short regular little gasps, from her upper chest, which settled down after a time as she grow accustomed to the pressure. Nor was she protesting an much. Somehow, the grip and support of these corsets were growing upon her, for she could see the effect they were having upon me, and she was able to stand, bend and walk around, but in different ways without trouble. She put on her undergarments and a thin dress, through which one could easily discern the outlines of the high backed corsets she was wearing, especially when she bent forward, when the curve of the upper edge could easily be followed.
She was now well corseted and I let her know in every way how delighted I was with the improvement. I said, "Now we are getting somewhere. You can walk easily in the 4 inch heels. You like wearing earrings in the piercings I made and now you will learn to like the feel of the corsets you are wearing and very soon we will be able to get them really closed at the back, which will give you a waist of only 20 inches.
"You are, never satisfied, are you?" she said. "I have just been pulled in a good two inches, and now you want more. I expect you want to out me in two."
Pointing out that she really had not suffered very much from this first reduction, which after some time she acknowledged to be true. Also in view of the great improvement to her figure and carriage, it had all been worth while. So I stated that we should take them in about half an inch every other day. She would hardly notice that small amount, and so, little by little, with steady reductions, we should soon get them completely closed at the back.
So every other morning it was my pleasure, after clasping the corset round her body, a service which she now willingly accepted without demur, and as the corsets were becoming moulded to her shape, the task became easier too, letting them get settled and comfortable on her waist, I turned her back towards me, untied the laces. She said, "Must you tighten me in some more? I thought you had forgotten and it was tomorrow that you would lace me in." I said, "Every other day is what I said and that is what I have done and you haven't suffered for you did not complain. You are now down to an inch of closure and after today it will be only half an inch, and by the end of the week they will be closed from top to bottom."
So suiting words by action I gently, without difficulty, pulled her laces again, seeing the edges come closer so that in another two days they would meet. In fact, within a week I had them completely closed all the way down, and what was more, she was getting used to them. She was honest enough to admit that she was beginning to enjoy the feeling of support they gave to her body, especially her back, that the feeling of firmness around her waist was not as objectionable as she had thought at first, and they did give her warmth, where she needed it, around her waist, lastly that she had learned to bend and cope with the imposed restrictions of the boning.
The neatness of her figure, especially the waist, was striking, smaller than Mary's had been but of course without the bust to contrast it, never the less her whole shape was breath-takingly wasp like.
I could and did take every opportunity to put my hands or arms around her waist and she was willing for me to do this. It was now delightful for her to walk, with her am linked in mine, for I could now feel how snugly her waist was corseted, to feel the heavy steels coming up under her arms and over her hips, so like the memory I had of Mary. When I put my hand to her back it was gratifying to feel the back steels and laces, now tautly drawn and completely closed.
Her hair was growing all over and becoming to the awkward stage, which she covered with a coal scuttle hat, then the fashion. I remember going with her to pick her first hat just after we had discovered the bald places. She not only had very small ears, but also a very small head, and with short hair, nothing to make it seem larger. She had every hat in the shop down to try on and they were either too large or she did not like them, meanwhile I waited impatiently for her to choose one. When she had, I didn't think it did her justice.
I told her that when her hair grew longer it would be easier to fit her head, and I hoped that we could get one that would be more attractive. From then on I watched the windows of the hat shops, and when I spotted one that I liked and that I thought would be suitable I told her and we went in to try it on for her. Usually she liked the one I picked for her, so we only tried on two or three, and as they were model hats, the milliner would alter them to fit. It was one item of extra expenditure, but as they did quite a lot for her I considered it worth while. Often they had feathers and a dainty veil, which made them look extremely feminine.
How attractive she now looked, with the swaying walk, perched on her high heels, with that wasp-like waist; she was a finished picture of femininity with the dainty hat, heavy earrings swinging from her cars, her face heavily made up, and lastly a pair of tiny hands encased in long creaseless, black kid gloves, another luxury I squeezed out.
We went home for the week end and our people soon noticed the change in her figure and appearance, and were, I am sorry to say, all against it. They tried to talk her out of it, saying she was silly to give in to me. But she was true to her promise, saying that she had married me and it was more important to please me than anyone else, including them. Besides which she was not adverse to wearing what she had on, and would continue to do so.
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