Granger 13
- This article is a Biography
- Chapter 13 - A sweet little sixteen
With tense anticipation we awaited the arrival of a new but familiar parcel, in which would be the new corsets from Mme Lorette, and when it did come we could hardly wait to get it open quickly enough, for we knew what pleasure and maybe even some torture too, was wrapped therein. At last, there before our eyes, cradled in soft tissue paper, was a lovely pair of corsets, with the merest 16 inches waistline, made by expert hands, a thing of beauty made of black and rose, with cerise trimming at the at the top and six suspenders at the bottom. The waist was just right at 16 inches, as I checked with my rule and so were all the other measurements, as they should be.
I helped her to thread the laces in, and then took Ethel into the bedroom to remove the pair she was wearing. I could then fit the new pair around her body. The laces were open about 3 inches when I put them around for they were new, unstretched and unmoulded, while at least an inch smaller than the last old pair she had been wearing although not so long which would make them easier to wear and for work. It was very easy to fasten the front busks and Ethel gave a few preliminary wriggles and squirms to get them on her body in the right place and help them to settle down. Then I took the laces in my hands and commenced to draw the slack easily through the lace holes. With no effort at all they began to close up, and as I worked the lace down from the top and then up from the bottom, pulling in the slack as I gained it at the waist where, with a little straining, I had them closed to within an inch at the back. I then tied them tightly and allowed Ethel to get them adjusted to her body, so she became used to them for a bit.
She put on her clothes again and I could now admire the new lines of her figure, with its nice straight front and sloping waist line, deeply curved over her hips. She told me that they were the most comfortable corsets she had ever tried on, fitting like a second skin, and what was more, they gave her plenty of freedom of movement, which she proved, by bending to touch her toes. Her waist was now as small as the previous pair had produced and at I knew there was still another inch to lace up.
I said, "Let me see if I can pull them in some more?" "You be patient. Let me get used to them first, then we shall see what can be done." she replied.
That night, in the bedroom, when she removed her clothes, I was thrilled to see her body in the new corsets and as she turned away, there was a gap of no more than 1½ inches of lacing open at the back. What is more, she had not complained once during the day about her waist and its compression. Crossing my arms around her dainty circumference I pressed a passionate kiss upon her lips. Then I prevailed upon her to insert the silver ring in her septum, which gave me a chance to slip my little finger through and draw her to me for another kiss. Then I asked her if I could pull the corsets in further, as they certainly must be feeling loose by now. She put her arms around my neck and replied, "Darling! Please pull them in for me until I tell you to stop. Up to now they have been very comfortable and I would love to be tighter, if only to see what it will be like." So I told her to get on her hands and knees as I had found that to be a very good position in which to lace up corsets, the flesh drops away from the lacing as the back arches down and does not get nipped in between the back edges. I gave the loops of the laces a good long steady pull and they ran through the lace holes with astonishing ease. Before she could say "Stop!" they were closed to within ½ inch.
She gave a gasp, stood erect, to show off her figure, which had assumed new and wonderful proportions. I told her what had happened and that I thought I could get them fully closed if she were willing to let me try. I said, "if I can, you will then have a perfect little waist of only 16 inches, and I know that is what you want to be." "I don't know if I can stand it, but if you will undo them again, back to what they are now when I ask you, I am willing to let you try. I must say, it is a weird, but very thrilling sensation to be cut into two pieces like this." Ethel murmured between gasps.
I did not want asking in this way twice, so pulling her nose ring I pressed a kiss on her scarlet lips and she turned her back to me again, on the floor, waiting for me to begin. Gently easing the laces down from the top and up from the bottom, until they were closed at the top and bottom, I pulled the slack in to the waist. Taking the loops in hand again, giving another long steady pull, I was gratified to see the laces slip through at the waist. They were nearly closed, and before she could protest, or say anything, I crossed the laces over at the back of the waist and gave one more determined heave, as hard as possible, literally lifting her off the floor by her laces, and they came together, completely closed all the way from top to bottom.
I gently lifted her from the floor to her feet and ecstatically clasped my hands round the slender column of her now very tiny waist, where my hands met round its smallness with ease. She stood on her high heels, swaying with the tightness and compression, which about made her faint away. Her breath was coming in little gasps from her highly thrust bosom. She clasped her own hands around the tiny circumference at 16 inches in ecstasy at the feeling of its smallness, smaller than it had ever been before and certainly smaller than she had ever suspected it might be when I married her 6 years before. "It is unbelievable that this tiny waist is all that there is of my body in the middle. I can nearly clasp it with my own hands, and I never thought I could ever be like this. Yet it is delightful to be so small that when I move I feel as if I could break in two, except for the corsets." In a few minutes the feeling of faintness had passed away, and she was moving her hands up and down, smoothing her splendid curves, clasping and reclasping that tiny thread that united the overhanging bosom and wide sweeping hips. She said, "Do you like your little wasp waisted Ethel like this? Hug me, squeeze me, kiss me. I thrill all over."
"Do you need to ask?" I replied. "You are the most wonderful, marvellous little wife in the World. I have never seen a waist so small before, smaller than I have ever dreamed possible, although I have read of them, of waists even smaller, but I never thought I should ever see or feel such as I have only dreamed of. It is a marvel to behold. What is even more wonderful is the fact that I have produced it on you, my wife and at first against your wishes and inclinations. It is a true work of art about which we should both feel proud. So putting my arms around her I literally swept her off her feet, so that her feet were right off the ground, and there I held her while I let the lower half of her body swing back and forth like a pendulum from that tiny connecting section of her waist, while she put her arms around my neck and pressed lips to mine, while her high heels and toes scraped across the floor. Meanwhile I had the feeling that she was likely to snap in two at the waist, and she said she felt the same, that her lower part was parting company from her bust and head.
She did in fact, beg me at last to step and put her feet back on the floor, for as she said, "I feel as if you are breaking me in two halves." I asked how she felt, now she was a perfect wasp, to which she replied, "It is a is a wonderful sensation to be so small and tight, something I never dreamed to be, nor wanted to be so laced up and nearly cut in two. When you swung me then I felt as though my feet did not belong, for they swung wherever they liked and I had lost almost any feeling from them. That last big pull you gave me was inexpressibly exhilarating; to feel you forcing me so small, that I felt I was being squeezed out top and bottom as my waist went in. Then your hands clasping my tiny waist, from which most feeling had gone, but I could still feel your hands around me. I have done all this because I love you. Do you love me now?"
So gently lifting her in my arms I put her into bed, where she got all the loving she so richly deserved. She slept in them all night, laced so without any relaxation. At her request, and as I had promised, I released her by ½ inch in the morning, although she said she really felt all right as she was. So we both had the thrill of lacing in again the next evening and repeating the experiences.
After a week she was wearing them laced closed day and night. Her waist bands and belt had to be cut down to fit again. She was soon able to walk about and work round the house and kitchen in them without any trouble. People gasped when they saw her even more than before. Nor did I let them get stretched for Mme Lorette would take them in and repair them by return of post, and she soon went back into them again. Her body now was well formed, and we could take them off and get them back again, a few moments later without relacing them at all. Her uncorsetted body could also be clasped by my hands.
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