Chapter 8 – Life as a Lady of Leisure
That evening at dinner, Sam was most attentive of both his wife and her sister and also the new governess who dined with them as is the custom. Afterwards, they retired to the drawing room and chatted until at around eight he decreed that they all should be heading for bed. Alison went up the stairs and Natalie stripped her of her clothes and then massaged her arms before leading her into the bathroom which was equipped only with a shower. In there she had her arms attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling and then the maid turned the water on until she was wet and then rubbed soap all over her. Then, to her astonishment, after being rinsed, she was dried and waxing strips were brought out. They were placed on her legs and around her most intimate areas. When they were ripped off the pain was excruciating but Alison had to admit that the results, once the redness had subsided, were worth it.
Her arms were then restrained again, this time in a simple binder that kept them behind her back, wrist to elbow and her night corset was fitted. This was shorter than her day one and left her breasts free. Natalie made some comment about their small size, (although Alison had always considered them to be nicely shaped and quite standard), and having a word with her husband and then left. Very soon afterwards Sam came, eager to enjoy his wife. He was most excited by her tightly-laced middle and bound arms and even more so when she described some of the training that she had been undertaking, demonstrating the plug in her bottom. He agreed that it was still too tight now but would be excited to try this new form of congress later on. Then, she knelt before him, took his member in her mouth and pleasured him orally as she had done with Miss Everdeen’s rubber replica. Sam grew greatly excited by this and by the end was holding her face to his crotch so that she could hardly breathe before exploding into the back of her throat. The taste was salty and quite disgusting, but Miss Everdeen had warned her of this and told her that it would be most remiss to do anything but swallow the seed. Certainly, despite the fact that she felt like retching, this seemed to please Sam all the more and before long they were at it again, only this time in a more conventional fashion. Finally they relaxed and talked, he expressing his joy at their new high-status lifestyle and also the fact that Stephen Williamson seemed to be most attracted to Katie.
The next day followed the last in so many ways. After waking, (when Alison provided Sam with a wake-up pleasuring as recommended by Miss Everdeen), her arms were released and massaged, she underwent an enema and then a shower. Then there was a paltry breakfast of yoghurt which filled her completely after a couple of bites, and then the dreaded reverse prayer training again. This lasted until lunch when she met with Katie who was most indignant about the chastity belt, (and Miss Everdeen didn’t look over the moon either), before more reverse prayer training. Nonetheless, by then she had reduced the gap between her elbows to six inches and her waist was 21. This would be a long slog but she was moving forward.
That afternoon, unlike the day before, there was no session with Miss Everdeen who, after all, was paid to educate Katie and not Alison, but Natalie did provide a pleasant surprise in the form of the imitation rubber penis which she carefully inserted into her mistress’ front hole with the words, “Pleasure is not just for the men.” Then she was left, this time with Beethoven, her chair positioned so that she could look out over the manicured grounds of Mostyn House.
And as she sat there she thought. Thought about just how much her life had changed over the previous three months. Only a short time ago she would have been at the tearooms, serving cake and coffee to customers, a lowly waitress it is true, but paying her own way in the world and with every kind of freedom imaginable save financial. Now what was she? Elegant, fragile, helpless and highly exalted in a society that honours such things. She could do nothing for herself and her waist, neck, feet and arms constantly reminded her of her new status. So too did her bottom and front hole… but in a most different way. Back then she thought about paying the bills, putting food on the table and the well-being and future of Katie. Now what did she think about? Certainly none of those things for the bills were paid, she couldn’t even eat the food that was given to her and Katie’s future was brighter than it had ever been – why, the way things were going and she could end up the spouse of the heir to Williamsons’; at the very worse she could find employment as a companion for a Lady of Leisure a role which, given the rumours that surround such companions, Alison was sure that Katie would be cut out for.
So, if not thinking of those things, what thoughts did fill her mind? She sat and felt the intrusions in her crotch and bottom and grew moist and her mind drifted to the bedroom. That was it: sex! All she thought about now was sex! Her mind was occupied with it all day long for there was nothing else to occupy it save the miserable thought of pain associated with her restrictions. That was what Ladies of Leisure thrived on: pain and sex! She spent all her day imagining what would happen when Sam came home… or on her next visit to Laydon’s. Was that healthy? Healthy or not, it was her reality. But the frustrating part was that, unlike before, she could think of sex all day, but she was powerless to do anything about it. How she would have liked to sneak her fingers down there and wriggle those plugs about or caress her beauty bud. Or what about have Natalie do it… or Miss Everdeen? Yet whilst she could think about it, she could achieve nothing; orgasm was what she dreamt about but could not bring on. She sighed deeply and tried to think of something else, but what else was there? The tightness of her stays? The next gown she would buy? How her arms would look when she finally achieved reverse prayer? She brought up an image in her mind’s eye of Hope Williamson and her elegant reverse prayer yet soon that image transformed into something else. Rather than sitting in the drawing room, she had Hope had minced upstairs and were lying on the bed. Their gowns had, somehow, been removed and they were naked save for their corsets and arm bondage. Hope put her face to her crotch and she to Hope’s and then she began licking. As she imagined she felt the plug in her bottom and the other in her love tunnel and her breasts began to heave. Then the world went black and the next thing she knew was Natalie and one of the maids bringing her round with smelling salts.
“What on earth are they turning me into?” she whispered to herself in horror after they had left.