Doll Wife: Part 2

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St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies was a large brick house situated near to the centre of Chiswick. Emily arrived accompanied by Elijah Cartwright who knocked on the door so that she did not need to remove her hands from her muff. After a few seconds a maid answered and after he had introduced himself, they were shown in to an office where there was a schoolmistress waiting. She smiled, greeted him and then said that he need stay no longer as Miss Carter was their responsibility now. Elijah kissed his stepdaughter on the cheek and the door shut behind him leaving her alone with the schoolmistress and the maid.

“Right Miss Carter, welcome to St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies. I hope you enjoy your time here and emerge as a fine, submissive and suitable wife for your husband-to-be. Here at St. Werburgh’s we have very strict rules regarding uniform and appearance and before you can proceed any further we need you to be prepared. Follow me!”

Emily followed her out of the room, down a corridor and into another room where a large hot bath was waiting. “Strip!” ordered the schoolmistress. Although uneasy at getting naked in front of others, she did as she was bid, asking the maid to help unlace her 25 inch corset. Then she got in the bath and washed herself all over whilst the two ladies watched. After five minutes, the maid held out a towel so she removed herself from the water and allowed herself to be dried before she was then led to a bench on which she was told to lie. “Cleanliness and hygiene are very important here at St. Werburgh’s Finishing School for Young Ladies,” intoned the schoolmistress, “and I see you are not shaved below. The maid shall prepare you now.” To he horror, Emily saw the maid approach with a razor and cream and her private areas, arms, underarms and legs were all shaved. The foam burnt a little but when the maid expertly shaved around her vagina it strangely excited her causing improper juices to flow and her face to blush with shame although thankfully this was not commented on by either woman. When all that was done, she sat up and thought the whole embarrassing ordeal was over but to her surprise the maid then produced a pair of shears and attacked her head, cutting her hair as short as she could and then using the cream and razor again so that she was as smooth and bald as an egg. “But why cut my hair?” she asked in confusion.

“It is not needed as you will soon learn. We utilise rather unorthodox methods here at St. Werburgh’s but you are not to question them. Now, please come to this mat here and crouch down on all fours. What will happen to you now may seem a little shocking but again I can assure you that it is necessary and you are not to question it.”

Emily did as she was bid and then the maid started putting cushions under her belly so that her bottom was thrust into the air most lewdly. Then she disappeared and reappeared with a trolley containing vials of strange-coloured liquids, tubes and tanks of water. “Enemas are how ladies rid themselves of their waste as an enema achieves much deeper cleaning than standard measures. This may be disconcerting and painful but you shall endure it Miss Carter.”

And with those words, the maid tipped some of the vials into a tank of water, attached a hose to it and then carefully inserted that hose into her bottom hole. Almost dying with embarrassment, Emily felt the water trickle inside her and fill her up slowly, causing her stomach to become swollen and distended as if she were pregnant.

It was getting quite painful to because the liquid was also bubbling and burning slightly inside and she was sure that no more could be pumped in, but thankfully the maid produced a small ivory plug and after removing the hose she put that in Emily’s bottom hole. “Stand up and walk around the room,” ordered the schoolmistress, “as this helps the cleansing solution reach all areas. Jump a little too. The water has soaps added and these will really clear away all your waste.” Still in shock and in ever-increasing discomfort, Emily walked around the room and then jumped up and down causing her small breasts and large stomach to wobble disconcertingly. This continued for some ten minutes or so, at the end of which she was in burning agony, but then the maid produced a bowl which she squatted over and the plug was removed. Smelly brown slushy water gushed out and was removed as soon as possible. Then the whole process was repeated a second time but this time the waste liquid was almost clear. Then it all happened again and when the plug was removed for the third time it was so clear that Emily thought it seemed as if she could even drink it. Not that she would ever drink something that had been in her bottom mind, but nonetheless, it looked and smelt just like normal water. “Excellent,” said the schoolmistress, “now you can begin to get dressed.”

Emily was led into a room where there was a huge pile of clothing folded on a table. So, this was to be her new school uniform. She waited in silence as the maid took the first item off the top of the pile. To her surprise it was not a usual item of underclothing but instead a pair of pants made entirely out of transparent latex. She looked at the schoolmistress quizzically but her face remained stern. “This is the standard uniform here,” she said, “and it is mandatory. The necessity of wearing latex shall become apparent very soon.” The maid smeared some lubricant all over her bottom and private area and then gingerly she pulled the pants up. They were extremely tight and clung to her figure lewdly, but that was not the most shocking thing. No, what was the strangest thing about these pants were the arrangements for her various openings. Around her vagina there was a rubber tube which the maid inserted into her most private hole whilst there was a similar arrangement at her anus. Emily felt uncomfortable with having a maid touching her in such places but the two other women present seemed to view the procedure as very normal and everyday. Then, to her even greater shock, a small catheter was inserted into her pee hole. Again she looked questioningly at the schoolmistress but this time no explanation was forthcoming, the teacher instead concentrating on seeing that the maid was fitting these quite abnormal pants properly.

The next item on the pile was equally shocking. It was a full body suit also made out of transparent latex. ‘Why on earth wear rubber all over?’ she thought to herself. What has that got to do with a school uniform? However, she asked no questions and instead let the maid cover her with the lubricating oil and then slowly fit the suit. It took a long time as it was all extremely tight and the schoolmistress was insistent that the maid worked out any creases and wrinkles. However, when it was on, Emily felt very strange, compressed all over, yet also starting to get very hot, sweat forming on her skin but unable to escape since her entire body was covered by the suit below her head save for two small holes around her private parts.

The feeling of compression was going to get even worse she realised when she saw the next item. It was a fearsome looking corset, double-boned and finished in a plain grey twill. It was not pretty or feminine but it was sturdy. She was taken across the room to a trapeze to which her latex-covered wrists were attached and the maid wound a handle and she rose slowly into the air until she was standing on her very tiptoes. This was a lacing bar and although she had never used one before, she knew that ladies used them to stretch themselves when lacing up their corsets so as to achieve a smaller waist dimension. So, she was to be tight-laced from now on. On the one hand that caused her to shudder a bit but on the other it signified that the education which her guardian was granting her was that of a lady for only ladies tight-laced. And the thought of becoming a lady, drinking tea in china cups and chattering with friends in the garden whilst servants served them cakes was rather appealing. Certainly a lot better than being one of those servants which was how she’d expected her life to turn out before her father died.

The corset was placed around her and the maid did up the busk. It was not particularly long, finishing under her breasts, but once the laces were pulled it she realised how strong it was. She began to get out of breath easily and her tiny breasts heaved up and down, yet still the maid continued to pull. Eventually, when she thought she may suffocate she whispered, “Please stop!” but the schoolmistress merely tutted and said she was only half-laced as it was. And so it continued, tighter and tighter, squeezing the very life out of her and causing her to feel dizzy. Eventually though, when she felt like she would black out, the schoolmistress ordered the maid to stop and she placed a tape measure around the waist. “19 inches,” she said with a sigh. “It will have to do for now I suppose. Tie her off!” The maid did that and Emily was left there, panting for breath, getting extremely hot and sweaty under all that latex. Then she was lowered from the bar and the pressure increased dramatically as she put her weight on the floor. She felt dizzy and held out her hands for support. The maid took them and once she had recovered from the shock, guided her over to the chair.

Then she took out the next item from the pile and this was, again, a surprise and not a particularly nice one. It was a full face hood made entirely out of the same transparent latex as the body suit. So, she was to be covered completely? Well, almost completely for there were holes for her nose, eyes and mouth, but that was all. Her newly-shaven skull was lubed and then the hood smoothed on. It was extremely difficult to fit because at the nostrils there were tubes of latex that had to be fitted inside and went in for about an inch or so, whilst inside her mouth was a moulded intrusion which covered her teeth and tongue but left an opening at the back for her to breath and swallow through. Emily wondered why such an elaborate device was necessary and worried as to how she would speak wearing such a hood but knew not to question. Her hearing diminished immediately and the heat and feeling of enclosure increased but beyond that the main change was that a smell of latex filled her nostrils. A smell that she knew she would be getting very familiar with over the coming months.

Next came another nasty surprise. A neck corset made of the same utilitarian grey twill as the main corset. This was placed around her neck and laced tightly by the maid, forcing her head high and tight and causing her breathing to become ragged. Eventually this too was tied off and she prepared the next unpleasant addition to her wardrobe, but instead the maid disappeared and returned with a jug full of iced water. “Drink this,” said the schoolmistress. Emily was glad for this kind thought for she had been getting extremely hot inside all that latex and a drink was exactly what she needed. She gulped down the entire glass and the maid refilled it and she drank that as well. She noticed that it had a strange sort of aftertaste, as if something had been mixed into the water. The maid filled a third glass and offered but Emily, her thirst now sated, merely said, “No thank you, I am quite alright now.” To her surprise though, the schoolmistress took the glass and put it to her mouth. “I said ‘Drink this’ and by that I meant the entire jug! Drink!” Emily looked at the jug in horror! It was easily a gallon in size, perhaps as much as ten pints and she had only had a small part of it. To drink the entire lot! But the mistress was firm and so she drank and drank and drank, her belly aching from the liquid and a bloated feeling taking over. ‘I’ll need the toilet soon,’ she thought to herself, but said nothing, realising by now that this schoolmistress meant business.

Links to all the parts of the story:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10