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
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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.
