Below is part 3 of Nurturing Talent.
It took longer than expected and was almost finished three weeks ago but as I re-read/edited it, I added to it which I’m sure is never a good idea. I suppose less really is more, but in my defense -it took me where it took me.
So, this is a very long piece (a bit shy of 11k words or 25 pages). I’m not a fan of long episodes and perhaps I should have split it, so I’m really hoping readers don’t get bored.
My thanks to all who continue to stop by and read the blog, I really appreciate it.
Any comments positive or negative are always welcome, I don’t get insulted very easily.
Hopefully, I’ve corrected all the typos, if not – apologies .
Take care and hopefully you may enjoy it.
Carrie
Nurturing Talent
By
CarrieP
Waiting for Heppenstall
aking a long leisurely bath was something
Vivian always looked forward to, it was the only time he was totally free of
female company and was a time he could relax and let his mind wander, recharge his
energy and get his creative juices flowing.
However, this particular bath time would
prove to be the exact opposite in every way. And somewhat ironically it was his
other, more physical and primal juices that were to blame.
“A most unfortunate incident.”Mrs. Caine
sighed wearily as she sprinkled the contents of various jars into the warm
water of the rapidly filling bath. “You are so lucky that Madam has such a
broad mind and forgiving nature. She understands that the male is quite
incapable of resisting his base instincts and requires all the help and support
to overcome these wicked and vile urges.”
Mrs. Caine had always been pleasant and
helpful to him and although she did not explicitly express any negative comment
on this disastrous episode, however, her face could not hide her deep disappointment.
He desperately wanted to explain but how
could he describe the sensations that
ran through his body as Mrs. Richter held and squeezed his organ, precipitating
the tsunami of dopamine that cascaded through his brain resulting in the ‘most
unfortunate incident’ she referred to. Now he had been strongly advised by Mrs.
Richter, although truthfully it was more of a command, that he wear a lady’s corselette to ensure the
offending organ would be tightly secured and there would be no disgraceful
repetition when he met with the celebrated and influential Ms. Helena
Heppenstall. Any young designer would jump at the chance for such a meeting but
having to do so under such a condition was extreme, it was one he could not
bear to contemplate and would do anything to avoid. If anyone could intercede
with Mrs. Richter and get her to change her mind it was her loyal and trusted
housekeeper, it was now imperative to try to restore his damaged reputation and
integrity with Mrs. Caine and avoid such a humiliating fate.
“I...I...it...was...”he struggled trying to
find the words to placate Mrs. Caine.
“Unacceptable?”
“Yes...yes ...unacceptable.” he agreed
readily but noticed he she still remained dismayed, seemingly not entirely
convinced of his contriteness.
“Offensive?” she added, arching an eyebrow
almost inviting him to disagree which, of course, both knew would not happen.
“Yes...of course, very offensive...I’m so
sorry, Mrs. Caine.” he pleaded in an attempt to gain absolution and try to
squirm back into her good graces. “It won’t happen again.”
“I should hope not.” she responded as she placed
a pink shower cap on his head “Now please remove Madam’s dressing gown and step
into the bath before the water cools. Ms. Heppenstall will arrive shortly and
we need to ensure you are thoroughly cleansed after your...” she paused and
once more sighed wearily “ahem...regrettable lapse of self- discipline.”
He was relieved to detect a slight but
nevertheless a distinct thawing in her previously cool tone , however, the
reference to ‘we’ brought a look of alarm to his face which did not go
unnoticed by Mrs. Caine.
“I do hope you are not going to be
difficult Mister Vivian.” she said as she untied the dressing gown’s belt.
“A...ah...no... Mrs. Caine...I just...”he stammered.
“Madam has entrusted me to ensure you are
bathed properly.” she said, her tone cooling once more as he recoiled at her
touch. “Of course, if you wish I can inform Madam that I have failed in my
task.”
It was the last thing he wanted, he had a
shameful secret he did not want disclosed. He never had what could be described
as a muscular figure, quite the opposite in fact but recently it had morphed
into something quite extraordinary and most concerning. Despite trying to
dismiss the evidence of his own eyes there was no denying the two slight yet
perceptible soft fleshy mounds where manly pectorals should be. It was a
phenomenon that coincidently had begun shortly after his arrival and despite
these attempts at denial he eventually had to admit to their existence. Worse
still they continued to grow albeit slowly, becoming softer, fleshier and dare
he say it more feminine by the week. Up to now he had been successful in
preventing anyone from detecting their existence by binding them tightly. Now
it seemed the game was up.
“No...no ...Mrs. Caine.” he answered
immediately, now more than ever not wishing to alienate his prospective ally. Moving
to the bath and turning his back to her he removed the robe, and quickly slid
under the heavily scented water.
“Now that wasn’t so difficult, was it?” she
said, her voice lightening once more as she rolled up the sleeves of her satin
blouse and taking a large sponge and began gently soaping his back before moving to his front.
“Oh my dear boy.”she murmured seemingly
unfazed by his condition, almost as if half- expecting it and extending her
hands to examine the slight yet distinctive
bulges, he raised his arms to shield them but she gently pulled them away. She
smiled supportively and added, “No need to be ashamed or modest, you are not
the first young man I have seen with a bosom, I have no doubt Madam will be
most understanding. Now keep your arms down like a good boy while I continue.”
After a close inspection which he found
uncomfortable both physically and mentally,
sotto voce she expressed her
sympathy and resumed her task,
repeating the same slow and rhythmic motion but now focusing on his breasts.
“I’m so glad you’ve decided to be less
belligerent and more obedient.” she said quietly, almost trancelike as her eyes
locked on his breasts, continuing to sponge him. “You see, Madam wants to
ensure there are no more... embarrassing incidents and as we have already
discussed, a lady’s firm foundation garment will ensure the dreadful object
will not raise its ugly head once more and cause another unseemly and
disconcerting incident. But I am sure when you tell her about your delightful
bosom she will be most sympathetic and supportive. Perhaps it is the confusion
of having breasts and the male sex organ that is causing you such to act in such
a revolting manner. You must recognise that you need help in controlling these
perverted desires, we don’t want you to turn into one of these deviants we hear
so much about these days. Now do we?”
Her repetitive, caressing strokes over his chest were beginning to
awaken an unwanted sensation.
“Ah...no, no, of course not but I...”he
began, desperately trying to control the very object of her disdain between his
legs but she interrupted him,
“One of Madam’s corselette’s will make
certain of that, they are extremely effective at regulating and restricting unmanageable
parts of one’s body.
“But I promise I will not allow...”he
paused momentarily “ah...such a reoccurrence.”
“And how do you propose to do that?” Mrs.
Caine asked her voice becoming a little sharper as she continued with her task.
“By your steely minded male discipline, I suppose?”
He tried to compose a coherent answer but
his mind was now occupied by a more pressing matter. As her strokes moved over
his small yet distinct mounds they slowed, becoming more deliberate and he
suddenly felt a strange sensation, a discreet glance downwards confirmed his
worst suspicions. His nipples were becoming more prominent and sensitive. He
was at a loss to understand how this had happened as it had never happened
previously, however, Mrs. Caine’s presence and her delicate ministrations had
created this new and unwanted awareness.
Yet worse was to come. To his utter horror
and despite his climax only minutes earlier with Mrs. Richter he felt another
slight yet quite evident and now horribly familiar movement in his submerged
member. Regardless of his best efforts to think about anything, crossword clues,
chess moves, capital cities, nothing could distract from the sensation of
Mrs.Caine’s perfume in his nostrils and her hands caressing his skin with her
soft sponge. None of his mental
gymnastics were able to prevent his organ engorging, he desperately hoped the
bubbles and soapy water would disguise his growing problem beneath. With no
answer to her question forthcoming she repeated it,
“Well?” she enquired, arching one eyebrow,
a peculiar action he found intimidating at the best of times, “Do you have
another suggestion?”
It was at this moment the slippery sponge
fell from Mrs. Caine’s hand and in retrieving it was alerted to the now
stiffening, offending article.
“Oh dear.” she sighed, her hand brushing
against the now semi erect organ, “It appears Madam was correct, once you come
into contact with a member of the opposite sex you cannot seem to control
this...this...thing. I’m beginning to think you really may be one of these degenerates.”
Naturally, with a soft female hand holding
the article it , much to his physical and mental discomfort, continued to
stiffen and strangely now seemed to affect his speech.
“I...Mrs. Caine...it...I mean...” the words
in an unusually higher register, trickled incomprehensibly from his mouth.
“Oh dear.” Mrs Caine repeated with an
evident air of disappointment while gripping his organ and releasing it,
eliciting a plaintive moan from the young man “Madam will be quite disheartened.
She may even cancel Ms. Heppenstal’s visit.”
“Oh...oh... please no... Mrs...”he squealed
as she gently moved her hand up and down
the shaft applying and releasing pressure as she did so, it was far too much tp
bear and he let out another low whine.
“I had so hoped you were now unburdened of
those disgusting male urges.” Mrs. Caine complained in a disappointed tone. “I
am just thankful Madam does not have to witness this...this... distasteful
state of affairs. It will have to be dealt with forthwith just in case she
enters unexpectedly.”
The head of his, now once again, fully
erect organ ached with soreness from his previous exertions but Mrs. Caine’s
delicate yet deft grip sent waves of pleasure through his brain overriding the
discomfort. He was powerless to prevent the
inevitable and within moments his back
arched and with one final stifled groan, nature took its course.
The entire episode took less than thirty
seconds.
Mrs. Caine, her face wearing a blank
expression, released her grip and retrieving the sponge directed her focus to
his feet and legs, and without looking at him said in a low voice repeated her
earlier words,
“Yes I’m afraid Madam will be extremely
dismayed when she hears of your seemingly unending urges. Before I inform her I
will leave you to reflect on how you expect to meet Ms. Heppenstal without
causing Madam severe embarrassment. She had such high hopes that your meeting
with Ms. Heppenstal would open so many doors for your career.”
The explosion of pleasure quickly receded,
as he recovered from this latest lurid experience at the hands of another
mature woman he quickly took stock of his situation.
Could
they be correct? The thought ran through his
confused brain. Am I a degenerate, a
pervert?
Mrs.
Richter had been vital to launching his fledging career, taking care of
everything from finances and promotion to his materials and atelier and now arranging
a personal meeting with the most influential figure in world fashion. Finally
on the cusp of achieving his ultimate ambition, entry into the elite world of
haute couture designers, he was now forced to confront the reality that the
appendage between his legs was threatening to destroy his future. He was so
close to fulfilling his dream only to have his own natural yet demonstrably base
desires create the biggest obstacle, he could not deny nature and the impulses
that accompanied her. He now considered that he was indeed a hostage to these career
wrecking compulsions.
Wishing to wipe the shame of this most
recent lapse from his body he took advantage of Mrs. Caine’s absence and rose
from the bath and patted himself dry with the large, soft towel and needing to
cover the delinquent nether region in case she entered, he somewhat reluctantly
donned Mrs. Richter’s satin dressing gown. The imminent and probably life changing
meeting with Ms. Heppenstal was now foremost in his head and the probability expressed
by the women that his self control would let him down. Much as he tried to
suppress it, the thought eventually surfaced in his brain. Perhaps the women
were correct and the solution was prevention.
And the more he thought about it the more he concluded that both women had never given him bad advice, he
would not have the career he had only for Mrs. Richter and Caroline, and Mrs.
Caine was always very protective and on hand to ensure his every need was met.
Lost in his thoughts he did not hear the
door open and was startled to hear Mrs. Caine’s voice,
“Oh I see you have already dried yourself.”
she said in a mildly disheartened tone, “Come along, we don’t want to keep
Madam waiting. You should know I haven’t told her about your... well...your
disturbing male tendencies I think the disappointment would be too much for her.
But I did inform her of your reluctance to wear something that would ensure
there would be no further inappropriate displays of male vulgarity.”
Before he could answer she had already
retreated into the bedroom.
Stepping sheepishly into the bedroom, the
heavy satin of Mrs. Richter’s dressing gown caressing his bare legs he saw her
sitting on the bed and immediately noticed the look of despondency on her
handsome face.
“Mrs. Caine has told me you have difficulty
in wearing my corselette.” she began patting the deep satin quilt, inviting him
to sit. “Although I understand you may see wearing such a garment as an affront
to your masculinity, you should know I suggest it only to avoid you from
offending Ms. Heppenstal, ending a very promising career and in the process
embarrassing me and ruining my reputation.”
As she paused to gather her thoughts he
blurted,
“Oh no, Mrs.Richter, it’s just that..” he
blurted but she interrupted him immediately,
“Now, now Vivian,” she said in a quiet but
sombre voice and patting his knee softly, “I thought we agreed you would
address me as Mother.”
With everything that had taken place over
the last hour he had almost forgotten he had conceded, albeit very reluctantly
and under pressure from both her and Caroline,
to address her in such a fashion. This now seemed the least of his
humiliations and considering the incidents that had just happened he was
anxious not to further antagonise her. If anything addressing her as ‘Mother’
may even return him to her good graces.
“Yes Mother.” he answered her timidly.
“That’s a good boy, now please don’t have
me to remind you constantly.” she said.
“Yes Mother.” he repeated, cringing
internally at his subservience.
“Now
you were saying.” She added, her tone now becoming a little warmer.
“Mrs. Caine...ah... convinced me...”he
began haltingly , the mortifying image of her bringing him to climax still
etched in his brain but more importantly the damage that such a revelation
could wreck, “that it is imperative to make certain that such an incident as happened earlier does not happen again. Your
suggestion may be the only course open to prevent this.” his voice trembling
and knowing where this statement would eventually lead, a ripple of shame ran
down his spine.
Mrs. Richter, seemingly taken by surprise
at this news looked at Mrs. Caine who smiled graciously.
“And when you say ‘my suggestion is the
only course open’ what exactly do you mean?” she asked softly.
He glanced at Mrs. Caine who smiled encouragingly
at him.
“Ah..I ...”he hesitated, Mrs. Caine
continued to smile and nodded at him reassuringly.
“Yes, go on.” Mrs Richter prompted him. “No
need to be nervous, my darling boy.”
Taking a deep breath he uttered the words
that he would never have thought possible to come out of his mouth.
“I think...to ensure I do not offend Ms.
Heppenstal or embarrass you, I should probably wear a garment that would ...”he hesitated for a
moment as both women gazed at him with encouraging expressions, he took a deep
breath before blurting “...prevent help control any unwanted urges.”
“Mister
Vivian has expressed his deep regret at his earlier lack of control, Madam.”
Mrs. Caine interjected helpfully. “He is fearful that despite his best efforts
he may not be able to exercise sufficient self-discipline to prevent a
reoccurrence and now understands the need for a firm and restraining foundation
garment.”
This was greeted by Mrs. Richter with what
he considered was a relieved smile. Mrs. Caine
also smiled benevolently at the young man who immediately sensed the
atmosphere in the room had changed for the better and for a brief moment forgot
his mental anguish. His body relaxed and he returned their smile, however his
relief was fleeting.
“My corselette.” she said and in an
almost inquisitorial tone enquired “You are agreeable to and are willing of
your own volition to wear my corselette?”
Her words brought home the reality of his decision and the
consequences that would ensue and although he knew it would be a bitter pill to
swallow, hearing her say the words ‘wear my corselette’ was a devastating blow.
It was like a sentence handed down by a judge, it made him weak at the knees
and was grateful he was sitting on the bed.
Her eyes locked on his and he instinctively
knew an answer was required immediately.
“Yes Mrs...”he began in a faltering voice
but a tilt of her head immediately
indicated her mild displeasure at his forgetfulness, with his spirits at a low
ebb he meekly corrected himself, “Yes Mother.”
The women once more exchanged knowing and satisfied
glances.
“My dear boy,” Mrs. Richter trilled
enthusiastically “we are delighted that you have come to a similar conclusion
without any need for unpleasantness.”
He shuffled uncomfortably but was consoled
that her mood had lightened, she continued,
“It is so refreshing to find a male who
understands how offensive those ghastly impulses can be. If I had my way every
male would be compelled to wear heavy foundation wear.”
She gestured to various items on the bed
which his eyes had until now deliberately avoided.
“Mrs. Caine and I have been discussing the
most ideal garment and we believe the most effective item to conceal and
restrict any indication of those dreadful male leanings is this long-legged
corselette.” Mrs Richter said as she held up a heavy and intimidating cream
coloured garment.
He winced at the sight, immediately
realising the effect wearing this would have on him mentally and physically,
this did not go unnoticed by both women who exchanged a discreet smile. Naturally,
during the course of his work he was quite familiar with the various items of
female underwear and had often been called upon by several models to adjust a
brassiere strap, zip up a girdle, modify the length of their slips or
petticoats or perhaps even lace a corset. Never in his worst nightmares would
he ever have imagined that he would be forced into one of these formidable
foundations. It was now a source of
shame that he now had to admit that this was, in no small measure, brought on
by his own failings and in order to advance his career the only alternative
open to him was to wear a garment that would secrete and confine his sexual
organ. He now began convincing himself
this decision was made for the right reason, nevertheless, he also realised he
would have to carry the shame that it was fundamentally his choice.
Mrs. Richter continued,
“Now do pay attention Vivian.” she said
seriously, almost as if there would be an exam at the end of her lecture “It has
a doubly reinforced gusset.” She pointed to the wide flap of material hanging
from the back of the garment with four tiny hooks. “And these are securely
attached to the eyes at the front here which will be so tight as to make quite
certain your...ahem...little thing, once tucked tightly between your legs will
be firmly held in place with thus ensuring a smooth outline without any chance
of a nasty male bulge.”
“And don’t worry about the brassiere
cups.”Mrs. Caine added in a kind and supportive tone, however, it only served
to increase his anxiety, “Madam’s bosom is obviously larger but at least they
will give yours a small degree of support.”
“He has breasts, Mrs. Caine? Why was I not
informed of this ” Mrs. Richter asked incredulously. “Oh you must let me see.”
Once he had noticed the bumps on his chest
become larger over the last several weeks he began wearing a tight vest
underneath a very loose shirt to conceal them from prying eyes. Unfortunately
due to his indiscretion, Mrs. Caine was the first to see him naked and discover
the source of his shame.
His mortifying secret now disclosed
combined with the impending humiliation of having to wear female underwear was
too much. He could no longer hold back the tears and as he sobbed was helpless
in offering any resistance as Mrs. Richter slipped the robe from his shoulders
to expose the two small yet perfectly formed fleshy mounds. Her eyes widened in
delight.
“Oh my...yes...yes...”Mrs. Richter breathed
excitedly, her face under her discreet make-up become somewhat flushed. He had
never seen her so animated. “How perfectly exquisite, small but so adorable. Why
didn’t you tell us, dear boy? Were you afraid that your masculinity would be
questioned?”
His hideous secret finally revealed, he
found himself unable to answer as tears continued to trickle down his cheeks.
“No need to feel upset, my dear.” she said
putting her arm around him “Mother doesn’t think any the less of you. I’m sure have added a feminine dimension other
male designers do not have and may be the source of your wonderful talent or at
least contributed greatly to it.”
He could not tell her that this had only
happened since he took up residence in her house as it may have sounded
accusatory and taken as an insinuation that his horrible deformity was her
fault. She now seemed so sympathetic that he did not wish to get on her bad
side, particularly after his deplorable lack of self-control.
Frustrated and shamed, he could only let
out an anguished whine and the trickle of tears quickly became a flood.
“I have seen such a peculiarity before,
Madam.” Mrs Caine addressed her mistress as she sympathetically patted Vivian’s
head, silently offering him a box of tissues. “They may be small now but in my
experience they are likely to grow somewhat larger.”
On hearing this, he looked at her
incredulously and another wail escaped from his mouth as he grabbed some more
tissues.
“Another cup size?” Mrs. Richter asked
without raising her eyes from her continuing examination of his bosom.
“Oh, at the very least Madam.” Mrs. Caine
answered as he let out another stifled howl.
“Oh do stop blubbering like a schoolgirl, Vivian.”
Mrs Richter, now beginning to lose her patience, chided him “It is not as bad
as all that, every girl goes through a similar process and you don’t hear them
moaning.”
“B...but...I’m...not...”he vainly tried to
protest through his tears but Mrs. Richter ignored his snivelling, adding
curtly,
“We will just have to deal with it as best we
can for the moment.” And then addressing Mrs. Caine continued “I wonder if we
will need to pad out the cups?”
“Perhaps Madam, if only for extra support
and comfort.” The other woman replied before adding “And of course the corselette’s
overbust cups are lined so his nipples will not show.”
Another squeal of despair left his mouth as
the women began to discuss the size of his nipples.
“Oh do stop Vivian.” Mrs Richter snapped
“You’re becoming quite the little drama queen.”
She then resumed her inspection.
“Mmm...let me see.” Mrs. Richter said and without
warning she cupped the pert breasts in her hands and began gently fondling them
to assess the size and weight, her touch left his brain frozen and unable to
protest but the rest of his body, unlike his brain, the effect was quite the
opposite and began ignite a familiar, if alarming, feeling. She continued, “Yes, quite girlish, I would
say 30 AA or maybe slightly larger. But his nipples do seem to be more
developed for his breast size. What you think Mrs. Caine.”
She removed her hands as Mrs. Caine stepped forward to continue the assessment.
“I think you may be correct Madam.” Mrs. Caine
agreed, her hands lingering for an inordinate period while her thumbs
occasionally rubbing against his areolas added to the slow but growing and
unwanted sensation in his groin. But even worse, and to his utter consternation,
his nipples began to harden. A discreet smile appeared on her face as she
continued, “However, a more accurate measurement would have to be made by a
corsetiere of a ladies corsetry and
lingerie department.”
“L...Ladies... corsetry department.”
regaining his voice, he repeated the words with horror as Mrs. Caine’s hands
continued to loiter on his unmanly chest yet despite this frightening
suggestion, he had more immediate worries.
The sensation between his legs was
beginning to grow stronger and if recent events were anything to go by, yet
another disastrous episode would soon occur and he could not under any
circumstances allow that to happen. However, the more immediate and visible dilemma was his quite prominent
nipples ,now protruding proudly.
They did not go unnoticed.
The women exchanged knowing glances and
their expressions were ones of concern.
“I think you can see the problem, Madam.”
Mrs Caine said.
“Oh dear, it appears his urges can manifest
themselves anywhere and at any time. Mrs. Richter sighed wearily “I can only imagine
what is going on...down there.”
“I believe it can be quite common in males
with feminine characteristics, Madam.” Mrs. Caine replied as her fingers
continued to gently rub against nipples. “I’m given to understand that many of
them seem to become physically excited by even the most casual or innocent
encounter with ladies. One of my previous employers, the Duchess of Kilbride, had a son with similar peculiarities and
portrayed comparable tendencies when in proximity to any female whether it was
a maid or one of Her Grace’s friends. It was most embarrassing for the Duchess.”
“Oh my.” Mrs. Richter responded in a
surprised tone “I was not aware, anytime I’ve met him in the Duchess’s company
there did not seem to be any obvious repellent male display. In fact he always
seemed quite docile.”
“Her Grace employed the same technique as
you are proposing for Mister Vivian, Madam.” Mrs Caine replied and
glancing at the young man added “And as
you have witnessed when you chanced upon him, it is quite effective in
disguising any male protuberance.”
“How right you are , Mrs. Caine. The
relevant area of his pants were completely flat and smooth, no evidence of any
maleness.” Mrs. Richter noted “In fact, had I not known he indeed was her son I
would have thought it was her daughter.”
“Her Grace dispatched him to St. Jude’s Finishing School for a year.“
Mrs. Caine advised her mistress. “No doubt this was the result.”
He wasn’t quite sure what this meant and
was afraid to ask.
Mrs. Caine’s hands remained in place
throughout this alarming discussion and appalled as he was at the description
of the Countess’s son, the problem between his legs remained a growing concern.
As a matter of urgency something had to be
done to remove Mrs. Caine’s hands. Mortifying as it was he now knew there was
only one solution, the stirring in his now sore and aching organ told him it
would not be long before it made another appearance. Time was now of the
essence. Anything would be preferable to another shameful assault by the hands
of these women on his tender and smarting appendage.
“I think it’s best if I try on your
corsellette now...”he blurted, quickly remembering the magic word that was sure
to please Mrs. Richter and end this precarious situation. “...Mother.”
It had the desired effect, Mrs. Richter’s
face lit up with a mixture of pride and genuine warmth that he had rarely seen
since her arrival. A similar expression broke out on Mrs. Caine’s although it
took several more seconds for her to reluctantly remove her hands from his
breasts.
“My darling boy.”Mrs. Richter gushed as she
embraced him, his bare bust pressing hard against her ample chest, he could
feel the material of her brassiere against his soft flesh “I’m delighted and so
relieved that you have come to your senses.”
Her embrace was so tight he felt another dreaded
twitch in his groin and thought immediately struck him that considering all
that had taken place in the last hour it would be a relief not to have to worry
about another distressing experience. Nothing could be more tormenting than
trying to constantly hide his enlarging member from them on what seemed like an
hourly basis , not to mention the groping of his breasts which despite the
highly pleasant yet unsettling sensations was no doubt contributing to this
dilemma. He concluded reluctantly but prudently that at least for the time
being, the sooner he was safely inside the dreadful garment the better.
It had all become too much for him and he was
now prepared to willingly surrender to the inevitable.
Mrs. Richter feminine intuition seemed to
sense this and she uncoupled from him, her face glowing with a mixture of
satisfaction and contentment she stood up to inspect the several corselettes
and girdles laid out on the bed before choosing one and holding it up for him
to examine.
“I think this one, it’s the one we selected
earlier and one of my favourites.” she
gushed enthusiastically, clearly excited at the prospect of him wearing
one of her corselettes. “It is so pretty with satin panels front and back and this
beautiful lace at the cups but more importantly it is also very restraining in
all the right areas. And as you have seen it is re-enforced in that very
special part so you can be confident there will not be any of those nasty male
indiscretions. Rest assured, you will be tightly controlled”
He
could only nod in reply as a wave of despondency washed over him and he felt he
wanted to cry once more but he found there were no tears left. Exhausted and
demoralised he extended his hands to take the ghastly item from her and as she
handed it to him she said in an understanding and supportive voice,
“Look Vivian, its legs reach mid-thigh and
despite the lace at the ends, I’m sure you will feel quite manly wearing it.”
He winced as he took the item from her.
Despite the luxury and refinement of the exquisite
heavy satin panels at the front and rear, the garment felt weighty and sturdy
and although he had handled many items of female clothing including lingerie
and corsetry in the course of his work this was different.
Now he, a young and vigorous male, was the
one to be squeezed into this most feminine apparel, one that shaped and controlled
the female figure. It was beyond mortification.
At
the side of the corselette, from the brassiere part to just above the hip there
was a hook an eyes fastening where the wearer would step into to it, placing
their legs into the openings for their limbs before attaching the eyes to their
hooks, closing the zipper would complete
his confinement. He understood immediately the freedom of male underwear would
now vanish along with his dignity, replaced by a controlling and restrictive feminine costume.
He
cringed at her words and with no tears left the most he could muster was a low,
barely audible whine which if she heard she ignored and with self-satisfied
smile added,
“Now doesn’t Mother think of everything?”
He forced a smile and by now knew instinctively
the required answer.
“Yes Mother.”
“As you’ve never worn one of these before, Mrs.
Caine can assist you to put it on.” Mrs. Richter suggested helpfully. “To
ensure that...that...object is firmly secreted between your legs.”
Mrs. Caine smiled at him as she began to
don a pair of yellow rubber gloves.
“No...no...it’s fine...I can manage.” he
spluttered, horrified at the sight of her slowly and deliberately inching the
gloves over her fingers.
He grabbed the corselette with undue haste
and pulling the dressing gown into place began to move towards the decorative
Japanese dressing screen where, out of view of the women, he could climb into
it by himself.
“Are you sure, Mister Vivian?” Mrs. Caine asked,
a hint of disappointment in her voice, and moving closer she flexed her long rubber
encased fingers in a manner that he found more than a little unsettling, before
adding in a businesslike tone, “I have
done this before and understand what it means to a young man so I will be
gentle.”
“No...no...Mrs. Caine.”he stammered,
horrified at the thought of yet another encounter with her deft fingers and
in front of Mrs. Richter. “It’s quite all right, I can handle it.”
“That’s what we are trying to avoid, dear
boy.”Mrs. Richter smirked.
“Ah...no...I mean...I ...” he babbled once
more as the two women laughed lightly at his utter consternation.
“Well if you’re sure, Mister Vivian.” Mrs
Caine said, sounding a little despondent. “But you must be sure that your
little thing is firmly lodged securely between your legs as there must be a
smooth profile with absolutely no bump showing showing when you present yourself.
Otherwise, I’m afraid I will have to take charge of the situation.”
“I do hope you understand Vivian.” Mrs.
Richter smiled “We cannot allow another episode in front of Ms. Heppenstall.”
“Yes...yes... of course, Mother.” he
croaked, “I understand completely.
Relieved to have avoided Mrs. Caine’s
rubber gloved hands prodding and fingering his aching and distressed organ he
quickly disappeared behind the screen.
“If you need any help just call.” Mrs.
Caine said “These garments can be intricate and problematic when a girl is not
used to them.”
He thought he heard the sound of suppressed
giggling but he was concentrating too much on the task at hand to care and
the last thing he wanted was for either
of the women to think he required assistance.
Placing either leg in the openings he
pulled up the corselette his body, placing the brassiere straps over his
shoulders, his small breasts nestled inside the cups of the garments brassiere
and although far too small for the cups he had to admit they did give them more
support than he’d ever had. He now realised that even without closing the
hooks, eyes and zipper at the side he could feel the garment’s restrictiveness
and dreaded to think how it would feel when he would be finally zipped into it.
He
gently pushed his now shrivelled and sad looking genitalia between his legs
until he was satisfied that the only thing visible was the tuft of pubic hair.
Catching the flap hanging at the bottom of the rear of the corselette he carefully
drew it forward underneath his now hidden genitals and attached the hooks on
the flap to the eyes at the front.
It was with trepidation that he glanced at
the mirror on one of the screen’s panels and silently gasped as he viewed his handiwork. Even without
completing the closing of the hooks, eyes and zipper at side it was clear there
was no sign, not even the faintest hint of a male bulge. It was as if the most
vital aspect of his masculinity had just disappeared without trace leaving only
a flush and even, tract where once it proudly announced itself. It was a quite
disturbing moment for the young man as this smooth contour combined with the
partly filled brassiere gave him a distinct girlish silhouette. He was about to
shed more tears when he heard Mrs. Richter ‘s voice drift over the screen and
immediately focusing his brain.
“How are you progressing, Vivian? You have
been in there quite some time. Are you sure you don’t need Mrs. Caine’
assistance?”
The tears would have to wait as avoiding
the rubber clad gloves of Mrs. Caine suddenly became his priority.
“No, no, I’m also most ready, Mrs.
Richter.” He responded as he nimbly began connecting the hooks and eyes at the
side of the corselette. He had done this for models so it came as little
surprise to him that he was quite adroit at the task.
“Mrs. Richter!” the reply was
delivered coldly and in a stern voice, in his mind’s eye he could see the
annoyance on her face.
“Sorry... Mother.” he apologised, sounding
like a teenage girl and hating himself for it. “I’m just finished, Mother.”
“And make sure you are quite smooth between
your legs. “she said coolly, her annoyance still evident, he would have to make
sure he did not forget the next time. “Otherwise Mrs. Caine will have to
undress you completely and start again.”
“Yes, Mother.” he replied timidly as he
finally inserted the last hook into the corresponding eyelet and began tugging the
zipper up the seam, as it moved he could feel the corselette tightening even
more, squeezing his torso and straightening his back, the unfamiliar brassiere
straps biting into the flesh at his shoulders.
Once he’d completed the task, he again
examined the area between his legs to make certain there was no sign of his
masculinity on display and with a paradoxical mixture of despair and relief he
stepped out from behind the screen for the intimate inspection he knew he would
face.
“Yes...yes...much better.” Mrs. Richter
pronounced her satisfaction with a smile and gestured him to stand in front of
her. “What do you think Mrs. Caine?”
“A significant improvement, Madam.” she
replied as he now stood in front of the women.
“A little closer Vivian.” Mrs. Richter
instructed and nervously he complied and although he half expected what was to
come, his body, nevertheless, twitched when her hand gently slid between his
legs.
“Oh do stop being so girlish.” she chided
him “I’m not going to hurt you.”
He could feel the familiar sensation in his
member but it was so tightly lodged between his legs and the heavy reinforced
gusset allowed no discernible movement that his groin area gave absolutely no
indication of male sex organs.
“Mmm...yes, thankfully nothing vile on
display.” Mrs. Richter announced her verdict in a relieved tone as she removed
her hand.“Vivian has done well. Please take a look Mrs. Caine, the
transformation is quite impressive.”
“Yes Madam, the corselette has been
extremely effective in concealing the unsightly protuberance. Ms. Heppenstall
will not notice anything out of place.” Mrs. Caine confirmed as her hand
replaced her mistress’s and proceeded to explore the now smooth area between
his legs. “For someone who has never worn a corsellette before, Mister Vivian
seems to have no trouble putting it on. I’ve known girls that struggle with the
hooks and eyes and they grunt and groan dreadfully when putting them on, so
much that they could be heard in the next room. Thankfully, Mister Vivian has
had no such difficulty.”
“And you have much more support for your
breasts, darling boy.” Mrs. Richter added as her hands slipped under the lace
and satin cups, turning to Mrs. Caine she observed, “We really will have to get
the correct cup size brassiere for the future.”
His relief at passing the examination was
now replaced with alarm at her mention of ‘the future’. After all, the sole
purpose of this dreadful and mortifying garment was for a once off meeting with
Ms. Heppenstall.
“F...for...for the future...surely you
can’t...” he croaked, if Mrs. Richter heard him she ignored his feeble protest.
“Perhaps Miss Caroline old brassiere’s may
be suitable.” Mrs Caine offered helpfully “Before her bust increased but he
would then have to wear a girdle rather than a corselette.”
“What
a good idea, Mrs. Caine.” she said “And I have several girdles that I know
would fit him.”
“A...ah...but...”he tried to mount another
objection but neither of them seemed to take notice.
“As I said,” Mrs Richter continued “That
will be for the future. Ms. Heppenstall will be here in a few hours so we
really do need to get him dressed. Now do you feel comfortable, dear boy? ”
Naturally, he was by now having great
difficulty coming to terms with standing in front of them in these restrictive
and humiliating ladies foundations but this talk of a future of girdles and
brassieres only served to raise his anxiety beyond what he thought he could
endure. He began to wonder if he had he heard correctly, however, before he
could clarify Mrs. Cainle addressed Mrs. Richter
“I thought your nude silk stockings would
be suitable under the salmon pink suit you selected for him, Madam.” she said
as she held up the sheer hosiery. “I think these two inch court shoes will
ensure sufficient height as the pants may be just a little too long.”
Just as the thought of a mild challenge
came into his brain and he tentatively opened his mouth to speak, the women
began a conversation about the size of the shoes heel and were oblivious to his
concerns.
“And don’t you worry Vivian.” Mrs. Richter
said breaking off from the discussion “Although your jacket should be
sufficient, we have selected a suitable
blouse of heavy satin that will ensure the cups of your brassiere are not
visible. Now come, sit on the bed we need to put your stockings on.”
“Stockings.” he repeated and somewhere deep
inside an unfamiliar feeling began to form and he could feel the beginnings of
a slight stiffening in his spine. As no one would see his legs, this did seem a
step too far
“I really don’t think...”he began but got
no further as Mrs. Richter’s brow furrowed and her face darkened.
“Vivian!”she snapped, the irritation in her
voice quite evident but the little spark of audacity inside him seemed to grow
to a flicker and growing somewhat in confidence he continued albeit with a little trepidation
and a slight tremble in his voice.
“I...emm...I don’t wish to be awkward but I
really don’t think ladies stockings are... necessary.”
“You don’t wish to be awkward!”she
parroted in a raised voice, her irritation now giving way to unconcealed
antagonism at his audacious temerity. “And you don’t think ladies stocking are
necessary?”
Considering that he had complied with all
her wishes thus far he did not expect such an unpleasant reaction. His mouth
went dry and he fingered the bottom of the corselette nervously.
“Well?” she asked, her vexation rising.
“It’s just that...”he blurted, doubt now
creeping into his head about the wisdom of his opposition to wearing the
stockings but Mrs. Richter was having none of it and pressed on.
“Do not interrupt Vivian.” she said
coldly, her dissatisfaction at his rebelliousness quite evident on her handsome
face.
“Yes, Mother.” his voice, now almost a
timid whisper.
She looked gravely at Mrs. Caine and continued
sardonically, “I see we have an expert on ladies foundation wear Mrs. Caine.”
The increasing look of annoyance , if not
anger, on her face and her sharp tone began to have a most unsettling effect on
his newly acquired fortitude, he now wished he had been more tactful in his
objection to the stockings.
“Perhaps, Mister Vivian is unclear as to
the purpose of the stockings, Madam.” Mrs. Caine suggested and smiled kindly at
the young man whose determination was now slowly melting like an ice cream in
the sun and in truth was grateful for Mrs. Caine’s favourable intervention.
“If he understood he may not be as opposed,
Madam.” she added tactfully.
“Mmm... I hadn’t thought of that.” Mrs.
Richter pondered, her tone becoming more relaxed and her expression softening.
“You see, Mister Vivian,” Mrs. Caine
addressed him, her tone calm almost maternal. “Without stockings firmly
attached, your corsellette will no doubt ride up and cause a most unsightly
appearance under your new pants suit which will become most uncomfortable for
you. Your stockings will anchor your corselette and keep it securely in place.”
After her explanation both women smiled at
him encouragingly and the atmosphere in the room became less tense.
“And besides, “Mrs Richter, in a
conciliatory tone, was first to speak “We
can’t have you showing Ms. Heppenstall
bare ankles. Whatever would she think?
”It
really is for your own good.” Mrs.Caine added supportively “I do hope you
understand?”
He still disliked the idea of having to
wear silk stockings but he had to face the harsh and humiliating reality that
he was already wearing Mrs. Richter’s corselette and Mrs. Caine’s rationale was
quite convincing.
The promising, growing flame of resistance
that he experienced moments ago flickered weakly and although not quite extinguished
was slowly diminishing to a faint ember.
He quickly reasoned that wearing these
mortifying items would only be for a short period, an hour maybe two at most
and perhaps to avoid a major confrontation it would be best to comply with
their request.
“Now you will be a good boy and obey
Mother.” Mrs. Richter said in a conciliatory manner.
“Yes Mother.” he answered meekly.
“Good boy, now come sit on the bed.” she said “and as you have no
experience we will put them on for you...this time.”
The women took a leg each and began rolling
the sheer stockings up his legs, their fingers triggering little shocks of
excitement to his brain and considering the proximity to his groin he had to
concede the corselette was succeeding in its intended purpose.
“It is just as well Mister Vivian’s hair is
fair, Madam.” Mrs. Caine observed as she retrieved one of the six garters and
clipped it to the stocking before moving to the next.
“Yes, his leg hair doesn’t show through
that much.” Mrs Richter replied “But I suppose
we will at some stage have to have them waxed.”
“Eh...did you say...”he blurted as Mrs.
Richter deftly secured another garter to the stocking top.
“Oh don’t worry Vivian, that won’t be for
ages.” she said and as Mrs. Caine finished attaching the last garter she
instructed him to stand.
He was afraid to enquire further and
remained silent.
The women began testing the tension of the
garters, their fingers touching and lightly pinching his skin in the most
delicate place with no regard for his dignity or feelings. Once satisfied they
stood back to admire their handiwork and chatted to each other almost as if he
was a mannequin. It suddenly struck him that he had done this to various models
just before they took to the catwalk and made a mental note to change his
attitude. He could feel the unfamiliar yet delightful smooth caress of the silk
stocking on his legs which was in
stark contrast to the tautness of
the garters pulling at the corselette keeping it firmly in place. The disparity
between the soft sensation on his legs and the constriction of the foundation
garment was most disconcerting.
“Now that’s much better, isn’t it?” Mrs.
Richter said turning him to face the full length mirror.
“Ah...yes Mother.” he replied hesitantly.
It took him several seconds to recognise
the shapely frame that stared back from the mirror, small as they were, his
unmanly chest was now benefitting from the support of the corselette’s cups and
if not quite jutting out proudly, they were certainly making a good attempt.
His abdomen was compressed, emphasising his now reduced waist which also seemed
to accentuate his derrière. But most
shocking of all was the complete absence of the merest hint of his sex.
He was looking at a slightly underdeveloped
girl’s body with his face.
He stood speechless staring at the
reflection, wanting to look away but unable to do so.
“Ah...ah...” a barely audible moan left his
mouth as Mrs. Caine moved behind him
“Yes, you do look delightful Mister
Vivian.” Mrs. Caine said, a look of deep satisfaction on her face as she tugged
at the garters. “You now see why we suggested the silk stockings.”
Both women looked at him with genuine
admiration in their faces, despite his confusion he instinctively knew a
negative or churlish response would not be taken well, besides, he had to admit
they were right about the stockings securing the corselette in place so it
would not move.
“Yes...but...”he began but was interrupted
by an excited Mrs. Richter.
“And I’m sure you’re glad of the support
for your bosom.” she gushed, cupping his breasts in her hands before adjusting
the straps of the corselette’s brassiere before adding with an empathetic
smile, “It must have been so uncomfortable for you without proper support, you
really should have told us so we could have helped. And don’t fret too much you
will quickly get used to the straps after a few days.”
The phrase ‘a few days’ triggered an alarm in his head and his first reaction
was to strongly query this, perhaps even raise a tentative objection so as to
nip this outrageous suggestion in the bud but the atmosphere in the room was
now so relaxed and the undeniable improvement in her mood was not lost on him.
He quickly decided that despite the degrading situation he found himself the
last thing he wanted was to risk her ire. He was also now learning how best to
navigate her various whims and moods and how best to remain on her good side.
It
would be quite easy to get his way, he just had to be patient. he thought to himself. It was
just a case of saying-Yes Mother, no Mother, of course, Mother and once Ms. Heppenstall left everything
would go back to normal tomorrow.
Silently, he prided himself with this
masterly strategy and, furthermore, now that his organ was no longer in danger
of embarrassing him, he would soon be in pants.
“Yes Mother.” he smiled demurely.
She beamed at him with an authentic
affection and embraced him warmly, her ample breasts squeezing against his
modest ones. A ripple of excitement stirred between his legs and he felt the
organ strain against the heavily secured double gusset but was now sufficiently
composed to know that his restrictive foundations would keep it from further
embarrassing him.
“Now I’m sure you will be delighted with
what I’ve chosen for you, darling.” she said, the passion in her voice palpable
as Mrs. Caine produced the pants suit in salmon pink.
He gasped at the sight of the outfit. It
was one of his own designs which he had created to express an ultra femininity
in what is traditionally considered essentially a male item of clothing. The
wide legs and high waist not to mention the type of material could not exactly
be considered manly.
“Emm...ah...Surely I can wear my own
clothes, I have a suit that’s quite fashionable.” he tried to mount a
diplomatic rejection of her suggestion.
“But these are your own clothes, darling.”Mrs
Richter laughed. “You designed them
yourself.”
“I...I meant...the ones in the bathroom or
in my closet.” he countered.
“There’s no better way to announce your talent
than to model it yourself.” Mrs. Richter said firmly tinged with a smile.
“Besides, none of what you have in your closet is in any way appropriate for a
meeting with such a distinguished woman as Ms. Heppenstall. All your clothes
are so very bohemian, and while acceptable with some sections of our industry
not the style that will impress or endear you to La Heppenstall. First
impressions and all that, I’m sure you will agree?”
“B...but...its silk taffeta.” he exclaimed.”It
was for a ladies formal occasion wear collection. I’m sure there is something
less feminine...ah...I mean less formal in a more suitable fabric, it’s just
that...”
“No, Vivian.” she cut him off immediately,
her tone now brusque and commanding, “You really must wear something chic,
something elegant, something that expresses your creative side. Something that
pushes the boundaries , something that conveys your own individual
artistic style and fearlessness. As I
said, first impressions, particularly with such an influential figure.”
He winced as the women examined the outfit
and by now he was so perplexed and unbalanced that he considered she may be
correct and, besides, was it worth risking such an opportunity? However, there
was a small voice in the back of his head asking, ...a woman’s pant suit?
“Oh don’t worry, Mister Vivian.” Mrs. Caine
said, seeing the hesitation in his face, anticipating his next possible question
and dashing any hope that he may weasel out of wearing it, she quickly added,“It
has been altered to a slightly larger size and combined with your new
foundations we are confident it will fit you perfectly.”
“You’re probably worried that the outline
of your corselette will show through the material.” Mrs Richter said, giving
him no time to respond, as if his concerns for his masculinity were of no consequence , “As you know this
can happen with silk taffeta but you, being so clever,had the foresight of
lining the material with heavy duchess satin so that won’t be an issue.”
He considered another attempt at refusal
but it was quite obvious that both women were determined and would not be
deterred.
He surreptitiously glanced at the mirror
and instantly decided that his priority should be covering the ghastly feminine
garment he was wearing before one of the housemaids walked in unexpectedly. That,
he concluded, would be truly mortifying and provided the necessary motivation
to don the hideous pant suit.
Mrs. Richter’s expression was appeared to
be a mixture of satisfaction and joy as, dejectedly, he took the pants from her
internally rationalising it was the only course left open to him. The women
exchanged content perhaps even smug glances as he sat on the bed and quickly
pulling up the pants, the heavy satin lining was impossible to ignore as it
brushed against his silk stockings. It was yet another reminder of encroaching
femininity and to make matters even worse the zipper and button were at the back and he
immediately knew he would have difficulty in closing both and like a helpless
girl would require assistance. This seemed to encapsulate his plight and was
almost enough to bring him to tears but as he manfully struggled on. Mrs. Caine,
foreseeing this moved behind him.
“Most girls need help to complete the task,
Mister Vivian.” she said as she pulled the zipper up, he could feel her tugging
at the waist band and felt the pants pull tight as she finally secured the
button in place.
“And don’t be concerned if you need to use
the bathroom.” she smiled reassuringly “I will be on hand to help zip you up
again.”
“A...ah...thank you, Mrs. Caine.” he said
in a faltering voice, the image of another humiliation loomed in his mind’s
eye.
“And to ensure your modesty,” Mrs. Richter said
as she produced a cream coloured satin camisole with lace at the neckline.
“It’s advisable to wear this under your shirt, I’m sure the last thing you want
is for your brassiere to be on display in front of Ms. Heppenstall.”
“But...ah...that’s a...”was all he managed
to say as she slipped the camisole over his head and threaded his arms through
the straps before he had time to think about what was happening.
“The shirt, of course, is another of your wonderful
designs, Madam was kind enough to give me one..”Mrs. Caine gushed admiringly as
she held out a champagne coloured chiffon blouse with bishop sleeves and a tie
design at the neck that, in all honesty, was more of pussy bow than a tie. “The tie makes it so
masculine and the way the shirt is buttoned at the back is so elegant. Ms.
Heppenstall will undoubtedly be impressed.”
“But
it’s a blouse, I designed it for...”he began but the women, busy slipping his
arms into the voluminous sleeves ignored his feeble attempt at protest.
“Let me fix your bow... I mean your tie.”
Mrs. Richter said as Mrs. Caine began buttoning him into the blouse.
“I just
adore the design of your chiffon shirts, the sleeves are so dignified.” Mrs.
Richter extolled, her voice laden with admiration as she created an ornate
pussy bow at his throat just as Mrs. Caine completed that last button just
below the nape of his neck.
The women stood back to admire the results
of their endeavour.
“Oh yes...yes...”Mrs Richter, gushed
enthusiastically, delighted with their achievement.
“Most satisfactory, Madam.” Mrs. Caine
concurred with a smile.
“Now sit please Vivian.” Mrs. Richter
gestured to the bed where he sat in a muddle of confusion. “I suspected the
pants may be a tad too long but we can quite easily compensate.”
“The two inch should be sufficient, Madam.”
Mrs. Caine said as she bent and slipped a pair of black patent leather court
shoes on to his feet and once satisfied they fitted correctly, took him by the
hand and led him to the mirror.
“Mmm...
he has turned out much better than expected, what do you think, Mrs. Caine.”
Mrs. Richter said, fidgeting with the blouse at his shoulders until she was
finally content with the result.
“Yes, Madam.” The housekeeper replied as
she too busied herself making minor modifications to his appearance, gently
tugged at his pants, satisfying herself that they sat on his hips properly. “He
does look quite the part.”
With great apprehension, Vivian looked in
the mirror, the face was instantly recognisable as his own yet it was
completely at odds with the figure attached to it. The clothes draping the image’s
frame were distinctly feminine and somehow seemed to further soften the face’s
existing gentle, understated masculine features. Even worse, he could just
about make out slight yet perceptible bumps protruding from the blouse and
although he half expected this; it still came as a shock to notice the absence
of any indication of maleness at pant’s crotch. It was as flat as the pancake
he’d had for breakfast. The only saving grace would be the outfit’s jacket which
would cover the embarrassing fleshy mounds on his chest.
He was most reluctant to admit the loss of this
vestige of masculinity and had to concede that his reflection was androgynous
at best.
It was undoubtedly a bitter blow and he
could not disguise his utter dismay, however, both women seemed almost
oblivious to the trauma this transformation had caused as they continued to
make minor alterations to the clothes, suggesting various accessories and
possible alternate colours.
The thought of remaining in these clothes
for much longer was making him feel quite anxious. Finally the women seemed
assured that he was presentable and turned their attention to him.
“Well, Vivian.” Mrs Richter chirped “What
do you
think?”
“I...I look like a....”he stammered, now
once again close to tears.
“Yes, yes I know, a million dollars, but
you being the perfectionist that you are, Mother knows what you’re thinking...”
Mrs Richter interrupted, clearly enthused by her efforts. “Your original
sketches for this outfit included a pearl choker, however, we thought that would
make you look somewhat like a...” she looked at Mrs. Caine as she seemingly
struggled for the word.
“A sissy, Madam.” Mrs Caine said helpfully.
“Yes...yes a sissy.” Mrs. Richter repeated
adding with a grave face “And I don’t think you want that.”
He gasped at the suggestion.
Sissy! He silently repeated the word over and over in his head, the shock
stemmed the flow of tears in their tracks. Of course, she was right he had
indeed included the pearl choker to emphasise an innate femininity, an implied
vulnerability in the outfit’s wearer. A Sissy! It was the last thing he wanted
to be accused of.
“No, Mother.” he answered quietly,
shuffling his feet nervously, immediately becoming aware of the pant’s heavy
satin lining rubbing against his silk stockings. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed,
much to his relief, that his garters could not be seen through the material.
“But if you feel something should be worn
around your neck.” Mrs.Caine intruded on his thoughts, “Madam, has a gold
necklace that may work just as well.”
“No...no...Mrs. Caine.” he answered, and
still smarting from the word ‘sissy’ he anxiously began fingering the strap of
his corselette’s brassiere.
“Oh do stop that Vivian.” Mrs. Richter
admonished him lightly. “It’s so unbecoming.”
“Yes, Mother, I’m sorry Mother.” he
apologised as the women once more began tweaking the outfit.
Fully aware that his only escape from this
nightmare would be after the meeting with Ms. Heppenstall, he apprehensively
asked with a slight tremor in his voice,
“When will Ms. Heppenstall arrive, Mother?”
Mrs. Richter was attending to the long cuffs
of the blouse and his question didn’t seem to immediately register.
“Who, darling?” Mrs Richter finally
answered almost absent-mindedly as she fussed with the pearl buttons of his
blouse.
“Ms. Heppenstall, Mother.”he reminded her,
a little louder now.
“Ms. Heppenstal.” she repeated. “Yes...yes...of
course, Ms. Heppenstall. She rang when you were having your bath, it seems she
has been unavoidably delayed and is unlikely to make it this evening and will
have to reschedule.”
“So I can...”he began, raising his finger
to the blouse’s neck button to begin to free himself.
“Oh no, no, no” she insisted emphatically,
playfully smacking his hands as she removed his fingers from the blouse.
“But if she’s not coming today, can I ...”he
again tried to reason with her but to no avail.
“No Vivian.” Mrs Richter, her annoyance
quite evident at his dogged persistence, rebuked him sharply. “Perhaps it’s for
the best, it will give you more time to become used to your new clothing for
when she does finally visit.”
“Tomorrow?” he asked eagerly.
“I don’t think so.” she replied as she
turned her attention to his shoes.
“You mean I have to remain dressed like
this?” he blurted.
“Of course not.” Mrs. Richter answered,
prompting a sigh of relief from him, as she continued to pick stray strands of
thread from his pants. “We have many more outfits for you to wear that are just
as chic.”
“Aaah...b...but...Mother,
please.” he gulped, recoiling at the
prospect of being forced to continue to wear such feminine clothes. “Surely I
can...
“Vivian!”
she snapped, her irritation now bordering on temper.
He opened his mouth but her frowning face
dissuaded him from speaking.
“I’m sorry, Mother.” he apologised, not
wishing to anger her further.
“It will also give Mister Vivian time to
experiment with various items from his recent collection.” Mrs Caine suggested
helpfully. “Of course his foundations may also have to change depending on the
outfit.”
There seemed no end to this nightmare, his
mouth opened but nothing came out.
“Yes, Mrs. Caine.” Mrs. Richter said “And
of course, his nightgowns and peignoirs from that collection are absolutely
gorgeous, silks and satins, so romantic.”
Another shiver went down his spine at what
she seemed to be proposing.
“But...Mother...”he
pleaded.
“Yes I know, my darling.” she said “It has
been a long afternoon. A short walk around the grounds will help clear your
head and then we can have tea in the drawing room before you have a little nap.
Everything will seem much better after that.”
Taking him by the hand she led him to the
door, as they passed the mirror he caught a glimpse of Mrs. Caine examining a
long pink satin nightgown before laying it on the bed.
As his gaze lingered Mrs. Caine looked up,
her eyes met his as she held up the matching peignoir for him to see.
No...surely
not. he thought and as she smiled at him he felt a
slight weakness at the knees and wondered when he would finally meet Ms.
Heppenstall.
