I hadn’t posted anything on Bea’s blog in quite some time so I thought the story ‘Nurturing Talent’ might do. Hard to believe it’s 5 years since I posted it, however, after re reading it I thought I may be able to expand on it a little. As I’m not sure I could commit to a full chapter, I’ve titled this ‘Mother Takes Charge’.
The story is a very short exploration of what may have happened to our hero after we last met him. It probably has the potential for a continuation so I’ll probably revisit it and complete when I finally finish the 2nd part of ‘Maid for the Role’(which I’d started before I got involved in this latest offering).
Yes –confusing, I know.
Mind you the World Cup, Wimbledon, Le Tour are also vying for what little attention span I have left.
Anyway…
To avoid readers having to re read the full story, here’s a short recap.
Vivian(our hero), a young man with a singular but unfocused talent as a fashion designer is mentored by a mother and daughter(Mrs. Richter and Julia) who have a very established fashion business with excellent connections to the world of haute couture. To nurture his talent and ensure he fulfils his potential but more importantly to protect him from the vicissitudes of a fledgling career in the fashion industry, they have decided to cocoon him at Julia’s house until he hones his talent and becomes established. To this end they have kept his identity secret and his collections are shown under his first name only. He knows their influence within the industry s vital to his ambition and so agrees. Ensconced in this all female environment his masculinity begins to ebb away under various overbearing feminine personalities.
Julia has to leave for a conference and her mother now arrives to assume the role of his guardian/protector but this now means he cannot escape her overprotective and increasingly suffocating maternal nature. She is aided by Julia’s trusted housekeeper Mrs. Caine. Rachel the maid has a minor role where she teases him about his lack of masculinity – yes, I know, a familiar trope.
So the story picks up as Julia leaves and her mother takes charge. She immediately embraces him and refusing the offer of a maid to unpack she draws him even closer both physically and psychologically.
Thank you to everyone who has taken the time and trouble to comment on previous stories and also for your support and encouragement. It means a great deal.
I hope you find this very short piece enjoyable.
Take care
Carrie
Nurturing Talent
(Mother Takes Charge)
By
CarrieP
Perhaps there is nothing a little more unsettling than to be within reach of escaping an emotionally disconcerting situation and not being able to grasp the opportunity.
Locked in the firm, vice like embrace of Julia’s mother’s embrace Vivian now found himself in just such a predicament.
Mere yards away, the open door of the bedroom beckoned but the restricting grip of this formidable woman’s arm rendered him immobile and he suddenly felt a tightening in his stomach. Mrs. Richter once more smiled benevolently at the young man feebly trying, to free himself, his actions although quite useless against her strong grip nevertheless began to slightly irritate her.
“Oh do stop struggling, my darling boy.” she chided him as her hand fell to his buttocks and she patted the left cheek, the action was sufficiently firm enough to revive a recent memory in Vivian.“ I don’t think either of us wants a repeat of the last time you were difficult. Now do we?”
He blushed furiously at the mention of that shameful episode.
“E…emm…aah…no.”he stammered.
“Excellent.” she beamed and turned to Mrs. Caine. “Obedience from young people is most important, Mrs. Caine. I’m sure you agree?
“Of course, Madam.” the housekeeper answered “But Mister Vivian is always so well behaved and compliant I rarely have reason to correct him- unlike some of the other servants.”
Correct him. Other servants. The words rattled him, was she really including him among the household servants? He briefly thought about challenging her but immediately decided that this would not be well received by Mrs. Richter and as Mrs. Caine was usually well disposed towards him he swallowed his pride .
“Vivian is so meticulous and understands my needs so well I won’t need a maid to attend me.” she smiled at him “After all he is like a second daughter. I feel so comfortable with him.”
His cheeks took on a crimson hue, this was a step too far and finally mustering the courage he was just about to protest but before he could Mrs. Caine quickly interjected,
“He certainly is a most delightful young person, polite, courteous, diffident and...”she paused and smiled tenderly at him before continuing “I do hope I am not embarrassing him…quite deferential and demure. And I hope you won’t mind be saying so Madam, so very unlike Miss Caroline’s previous male friends all of whom were ghastly, arrogant young men.”
“Oh you’re not embarrassing him at all, Mrs. Caine. I’m sure there are more disconcerting things.” Mrs. Richter answered with a knowing smile her expression which seemed one of positive anticipation yet underneath he sensed a hint of threat, “Isn’t that right, darling?”
Her remark once more immediately resurrected the unwanted and barely suppressed memory of that recent encounter with her which, thankfully although private, was indeed extremely distressing not to mention exceptionally humiliating. Naturally, in the wake of this incident he had thought about leaving but he was now on the cusp a major career breakthrough which, undoubtedly, was almost entirely due to Mrs. Richter and Caroline’s promotion of his work. However, more importantly their extensive contacts in not only in the fashion industry but also in high society were unrivalled and any young designer would have gladly switched places with him. He immediately concluded that the trouble an objection would cause would was not worth risking his future.
“No…no… not at all Mrs. Richter.” he lied rather convincingly.
“You really are a darling boy.” she gushed, her excitement at his acquiescence evident as her demeanor instantly transformed, her face softened and she smiled on him warmly and much to his relief he knew he was back in her good graces. However, the reprieve did not last as she quickly added “But Mrs. Richter is far too impersonal, we have become far too close for such formal address. As I have said to Mrs. Caine and my dearest friends you have quickly become part of my family. I’m sure you feel this too.”
Only too well aware he had just avoided a potential very contentious quarrel and despite his reservations he felt it better to humour her and if he was truthful he did have to concede, that she and Caroline had been incredibly welcoming, supportive and understanding. Having no family of his own they had become the closest thing he had to one.
“Em…yes…yes… of course.” he answered.
“Excellent, you see Mrs. Caine I knew he felt the same.” she said, her enthusiasm overflowing as she embraced him. “Now you reallly must call me ‘Mother’…I insist.”
She said it with such authority as if it was an honour bestowed by the Queen.
“Aah..b…but…I’m…er…”he babbled incoherently.
“Oh come now, Vivian.” she murmured in an encouraging, almost girlish tone,”It really would mean so much to me and I have a dear friend arriving later this evening that could be of immense assistance in furthering your career. She knows I have nurtured you for quite some time and I have often spoken of you as like my own child and how you feel the same. I have told her all about you and have shown her your latest work, she is most excited to meet you.”
“Aah…I…”the verbal incontinence continued, unable as he was to find the words for an adequate refusal.
“Perhaps you have heard of Helena Heppenstall” she interrupted his stammering.
“Helena Heppenstall.” he blurted, his mouth agape. “The editor of…”
“French Vogue.”she finished his sentence. “Just imagine what she could do to promote our business and more importantly your latest collection. As I’ve said , I’ve told her I consider you as another of my children and that the feelings are reciprocated. Once she sees just how close we are I expect she will want to help us in any way possible.”
“Helena Heppenstall.”he repeated almost reverentially.
“Yes, one of my dearest friends. Of course, if you don’t’ want to indulge my maternal instincts and address me as ‘Mother’…” Mrs Richter said, her eyebrows arching in a vaguely cautionary manner, “…I fully understand.”
Helena Heppenstall the name echoed loudly in his brain. There is no one in the fashion world that doesn’t know that name. It is legendary and has made and broken reputations. Fashion designers on both sides of the Atlantic were both in awe and fearful of her. And now Mrs. Richter will introduce me. I suppose calling Mrs. Richter ‘Mother’ may sound quite docile, girlish even, but if it means it would gain favour with Helena Heppenstall then it is a small price to pay.
Such was his excitement at the prospect of meeting the great woman, any thought of male dignity and self-respect was fleeting and barely considered. Both could easily and in good conscience be sacrificed on the altar of ambition.
“Oh no, not all Mother.” he gushed enthusiastically without even a hint of embarrassment.
Both women shared a knowing glance before Mrs. Richter, arms outstretched said in a tone that was strangely both inviting and commanding.
“You darling boy. Now come give Mother a kiss.”
He wasn’t expecting such a reaction and briefly hesitated enough for Mrs. Richter to reissue her instruction,
“Vivian, I do hope you are not going to be obdurate. Now come give Mother a kiss.”
This was the third time in the space of minutes that her voice triggered the memory of the last occasion he had disregarded one of her requests. Suddenly fearful, he didn’t need to be told again and moved silently and with trepidation into her open arms which immediately enveloped him, drawing him into her ample bosom, holding him so tightly that her fleshy mounds pressed heavily against his chest. Flustered by this unsolicited physical intimacy he felt slightly unbalanced and slipped him arms around her waist to prevent falling. He could feel the steel stays in her foundation wear and the wiring in her brassiere as he clung to her.
“Don’t you worry, my dear.” She said softly as she tightened her embrace and in the mirror he could see they were almost joined at the hips. “Mother won’t let you fall.”
Despite his natural reserve for such physical proximity to her and very much to his alarm a familiar, but now very much unwanted, stirring began to manifest itself between his legs and was growing at a most alarming rate.
She proffered her cheek for him to kiss and as he did so he tried to move his hips away from her body but her strong arm kept them firmly anchored to hers. The ghastly, almost feminine dark silk Plazzo pants that Julia insisted he wore, for creative inspiration she said, did not prove in any way to be restraining. If only he had been allowed to wear his normal clothes this would not have been as evident and as she waited, eyes closed, for his kiss, his worst fears were realized. Her eyes flicked open as she suddenly became aware of something pressing against her.
“Oh dear.” She said as she felt the protuberance brush against her most intimate area, her tone was one of mild surprise rather than aggrieved. He lowered his eyes in shame and his cheeks became crimson. She maintained one arm on his shoulder, tethering him to her while the other arm dropped to his waist and her hand touched the offending organ. He moved uncomfortably and was unable to stop a low whine from leaving his mouth.
“Is everything all right Madam?” Mrs. Caine interjected with a note of concern.
“A most unfortunate, yet typical male reaction I’m afraid,Mrs. Caine.” she sighed wearily and stepped back to allow the other woamn to view the unseemly rigid, elongated bulge in his palazzo pants.
“Oh dear Madam.” Mrs. Caine echoed her mistress’s reaction. “In my experience it is always a risk one encounters when coming into physical contact with males. However, under Miss Julia’s guidance, Mister Vivian has made great strides since he has joined the household but I fear there are just some odious male tendencies that are unavoidable. I’m sure Mister Vivian is trying to control the male’s base instincts but as the maids have told me there continues to be unsightly stains on his sheets, nightwear and various other items of clothing.”
Sandwiched between the two imposing women, unable to flee he was forced to listen to the mortifying evidence of nocturnal mishaps. Even worse, throughout the exchange Mrs. Richter, held his engorged member between her thumb and forefinger as if it was something she had retrieved from a trashcan in order to allow Mrs. Caine to view the offending article. Despite these dreadful circumstances and due mainly to her occasionally applying pressure his organ remained, like his mental state, quite tense. His face now blazed intensely with humiliation.
“Ooh…aah…I…it’s just…I…can…it…I mean…”he struggled to explain as she squeezed it gently
“How very disappointing.” Mrs. Richter lamented, ignoring his obvious discomfort, her face wearing a slightly dejected look. “I had hoped Vivian would be different, would be above such depraved behavior.”
Mrs. Caine’s face bore a similar expression.
“I…I’m so… sorry, Mrs…”he finally managed through the wall of shame and despondency.
“Mother.” Mrs. Richter corrected him gently but firmly, her hand now fully enclosing the shaft and applying more gentle pressure she made her way to the bed with him shuffling in half steps to keep up.
“Aah…Mother…I’m so sorry Mother.” he moaned.
“What if this happens when Miss Heppenstall greets you in a similar fashion.” she asked as she positioned both of them at the bed and sat, her grip gently flexing and relaxing as he continued to struggle to maintain his restraint. “It would be most embarrassing for us all, I’m sure you agree?”
He was having enormous difficulty in preserving his control, his loose underwear and flimsy material of his pants may as well not have existed. Unless she ceased her ministrations he knew he would be unable to sustain his Herculean efforts.
“Y…ye…yes…Mother…I…”he blurted.
“I’m so glad you agree.”she cooed as she looked him directly in the eyes, her hand applying a little more pressure and moving towards the organ’s head. “Fortunately, I had anticipated that something like this would happen so it’s best that we take the appropriate precautions to prevent a reoccurrence You do understand?”
His breathing became labored and he nodded but her arched eyebrows told him she wanted a verbal confirmation. Her hand moved as she clasped it tightly once more.
“And you will comply with all my wishes?”she asked, her eyes still holding his now agitated gaze.
“Y…yes…please..yes…Mother…yes…please…”he struggled.
“Say it.”she said softly
“I…aah…aah… will … comply with all…aah… your wishes.” he struggled through the torment.
“Excellent.” she beamed and gave one final long compression of her fingers.
A long low moan filled the silence as she watched him twitch and writhe before allowing him to fall back onto the deep satin quilt.
His eyes remained closed for what seemed like an hour as his heart slowed and his breathing returned to normal .The enormity of what had just happened now became crystal clear and a deep mortification covered him like a blanket. The women’s voices seeped into his ears,
“Males have such little control, Mrs Caine.” Mrs. Richter said wearily wiping her hands on a towel Mrs. Caine had provided.
“Just as well you took the action when you did, Madam.” Mrs Caine replied gravely and looking at the wet stain on his pants added in an almost disillusioned voice.”It would be dreadful and most distressing if he was unable to manage that…that…thing when meeting Ms. Heppenstall. ”
“True.” Mrs. Richter said and looking down on the still prone frame, whose eyes remained closed in shame before adding, “But I suppose it is not the poor boy’s fault, he is the victim of his accursed nature and at the mercy of its whims. They are more to be pitied than railed against. Unlike the superior sex, he cannot control his urges but at least he is now purged of that vile fluid and has had the good sense to agree that he will in future comply with my wishes in helping to prevent such hideous behavior.”
She bent down and whispered gently in his ear,
“Mother knows best. Isn’t that so Vivian, my darling?”
Exhausted, utterly degraded and humiliated he was so relieved that she did not seem angry or resentful and opening his eyes he had no difficulty in replying,
“Yes Mother, of course, Mother.”
“Now run along with Mrs. Caine.” She said as she began to open a suitcase that Rachel had previously deposited on the large bed.“She will run your bath while I lay out your new outfit to meet Miss Heppenstall.”
“There is no need, I can…” he gently tried to object.
“Vivian.” she interrupted him immediately in a voice of unmistakable authority that left him in no doubt that protest would not be tolerated.
Considering what had just occurred and his foolish, if necessary, agreement to obey her he quickly decided this was not the time to risk darkening her mood. More importantly a meeting with Ms. Heppenstall beckoned. He lowered his eyes and with a now almost natural reaction answered timidly,
“Yes Mother.”
Mrs. Caine slipped her hand into his much as an adult would do to a child and as she began to guide him to the bathroom, Mrs. Richter, holding up a formidable garment, called out,
“Before you go Mrs. Caine, do you think this long form girdle is sufficiently robust and controlling it has a double gusset that can be drawn up between the legs to ensure his inguinal area is kept nice and smooth with no hint of that ghastly organ.”
‘Long form girdle…drawn up between his legs.’ The words reverberated in his brain and it suddenly dawned on him what she was proposing.
“A…aah…”a low but distinct whine left his mouth and he could feel his knees tremble, he looked from one woman to the other “But…you…can’t mean…”
“Oh do be quiet Vivian.” Mrs. Richter snapped “Can’t you see we are trying to decide on an appropriate foundation garment for you.”
“F…found…foundation…”the word tumbled from his mouth in an unintelligible steam.
The horror of this shocking and unacceptable proposal roused a latent, almost forgotten masculine reaction, however, due to the circumstances he felt an obligation to restrain the tone of his objection.
“But that’s a…”he began his putative protest but was immediately interrupted by Mrs.Richter,
“A girdle. An item of women’s underwear. Yes, of course it is. How else to you think that…dreadful, obnoxious thing between your legs can be kept under control. “
She fixed him with a steely stare that made him suddenly swallow hard as she then slowly turned her head towards the dressing table where, among the various bottle of make-up and face creams ,glinting in the sunlight, sat a long handled wide silver hairbrush.
“Vivian, we have already discussed this.” Her voice was low and controlled, “I do hope you are not going to be as difficult as you were previously.”
“But Mrs…”he began but an unmistakable stern look quickly reminded him of his new obligation.”But…Mother…please I promise…”
“Too late for that I’m afraid, young lady.” she responded in a tone that left him in no doubt as to her intentions. “We cannot risk you humiliating Ms. Heppenstall. And I’m sure you really don’t want to do that.”
Such was his confusion and alarm at the prospective of wearing such a uniquely feminine garment that the words ’young lady’ did not even register. He opened his mouth but Mrs. Caine spoke first.
“If I may make a suggestion Madam, this particular garment may be a bit bulky under his new outfit.” She said and smiled at him “And black may show through the material.”
He nodded enthusiastically, relieved that at least Mrs. Caine saw just how ridiculous this suggestion was. Mrs. Caine continued,
“Perhaps, a long legged corselette in beige or tea rose may be a better option. It would achieve the preferred objective and be quite confining in the…ahem…appropriate area. It would also have the advantage of a sleeker look under his new outfit.”
“Aaah…” he emitted yet another fearful moan as his erstwhile ally deserted him and in shock he repeated, ”Cor…corselette”.
“Yes Mister Vivian.” Mrs. Caine replied enthusiastically noting his alarm “And the long legged design of the garment would lend a degree of masculinity. Surely, this would overcome your objections?”
“Aaah…”he could only repeat.
“Excellent idea, Mrs. Caine.” Mrs. Richter said, clearly delighted at the suggestion. “I’m so glad that we could find a suitable compromise and we are all satisfied. Luckily I have just such a garment in my luggage. You won’t mind wearing one of Mother’s corselettes now will you darling?”
He just stood openmouthed and speechless, still trying to process what she was proposing.
“No, I didn’t think you would.” she said smiling at him and turning to Mrs. Caine added, “Have him bathed and perfumed, I will have his new corsellete and outfit ready when you return.”
She dismissed him with a wave of her hand and busied herself with her luggage.
He wanted to run but even if he did he knew he would be running out on his life’s ambition.
He offered no resistance as Mrs. Caine once more took him by the hand and guided him towards the door and as she opened it she whispered in his ear,
“I hope you realize how lucky you are.”
It had all become too much for him, he was about to be forced into women’s corsetry and Mrs. Caine was telling him how lucky he was. Looking up at her and unable to comprehend what she meant, a tear began rolling down his cheek.
“Madam only wears Dior foundations and lingerie. Most girls your age never get to wear such beautiful garments.” Mrs. Caine comforted him.
As his head dropped and the sound of his sobbing filled the room, he could not see the smile on Mrs. Richter’s handsome face.
