Ascension in the East: Chapters 9-10

Chapters 7-8

Chapter 9 – The Handmaid’s Tale

It was the following morning after they awoke when their two maidservants reappeared in their lives and immediately both Jasmine and Steven realised why they had been absent for so long, for whilst their bodies remained completely unaltered, something major had happened to the faces of both of them or, to be more precise, to their lips.

Of course both Somanass and Sukhumala had sported somewhat puffed up and enlarged lips previously, but these were nothing to what now graced their faces, for where their mouths should have been, instead now were two juicy doughnuts that looked almost designed for fellatio. Upon seeing them, Jasmine exclaimed, “Oh my God, what have they done to you?” whilst secretly thinking how much she would like to experience Somanass’ tongue on her nether regions. Steven’s mind was racing in quite a similar direction, except that it was more about Sukhumala’s new lips wrapped around his huge penis.

“Mathesty,” replied Sukhumala in Sukhothai (for, as part of their training and with Jasmine’s improved command of the national tongue, it had been decided that all staff must only speak to their monarchs in that language now), “thwe are bthlessed to hath our lthips modthified lthike lthis tho we may accomothate the emperor’s royal membther pleathurably.”

“You mean to say,” asked Steven, that aforementioned member standing ramrod straight despite it being only a minute or so since he had erupted into his wife’s generous backside, so hot did he find their new lispy voices, “that you have had your lips pumped up purely so you can suck my penis?!”

“Of courthe, Mathesty,” replied Somanass, “that isth our sthacred duty, parthicularly now that your wife cannot accomodthate you there.”

That comment caused both Steven and Jasmine to blush, for the one drawback to his newly-enlarged member that they had both noticed the night before was that, when Jasmine had tried to take it in her mouth as she had done before, it would no longer fit due to its impressive length and girth. She could pleasure him amply with her front and bottom holes but not her mouth. She simply couldn’t open that wide, and she nearly gagged every time. Later, after breakfast, the Honorable Chandarith explained it all to them.

“As I have said before, you are no longer Steven and Jasmine, you are no longer merely human, but instead Nguanamthom and Sukkisawali, the earthly incarnations of the deities Ragaraja and Somanath and as such, certain things are necessary whilst others are now unacceptable. What is necessary is that your bodies reflect your divine statuses. Sukkisawali: you as a fertile, lusty emblem of femininity, whilst Nguanamthom: you as a virile representation of masculine power, fertility and strength. As such it is only natural that your breasts and hips, Sukkisawali, should be larger than those of any other female in the empire whilst your member, Nguanamthom, mightier than that of any male. But whilst that is the case, it is now unacceptable, considering your divine statuses, that you engage in any penetrative sexual act that can create offspring with any mere humans. That is why your sacred orifices, Sukkisawali, have been stretched and will continue to be stretched: they must be able to accommodate your husband’s tool and be too large for that of another man. However, since a king must have handmaidens to serve him, then the solution is thus: they have their mouths modified to accommodate his tool but not their other holes – indeed, with a man both Somanass and Sukhumala are virgins, did you never wonder why they only ever pleasured you with their mouths or between their beautiful, noble breasts? They exist to pleasure your penis, Nguanamthom, it is one of their primary purposes in life and one that they are overjoyed to fulfil. Their other purpose is, of course, to provide similar pleasure to you, Sukkisawali, using their tongues and hands on your similarly enhanced genitalia. You say that their lips have been plumped up and this is true but it is not the full extent of their oral modifications. Maids, please, do your duty to you future emperor and empress!”

And at that command, the two full-breasted and lipped girls who had been standing dutifully in the background, came over to the royal couple and knelt in front of them. And whilst Sukhumala removed Steven’s sheath and took his rock-hard monster in her mouth, Somanass affixed her lips to the love cavern of her mistress and, within seconds, both royals began to comprehend what else had been done.

The very mouths of the girls seemed to have been refashioned. They were longer and somehow tighter and their tongues had been pierced multiple times with pieces of jewellery which tantalised them and heightened the sexual experience. Their teeth also seemed to have disappeared whilst their over-large lips massaged and caressed the objects of their pleasuring, causing almost a suction, both to his cock and her clit. It was absolutely exquisite, and within minutes Jasmine was dripping, screaming in ecstasy whilst Steven was spurting his load deep into Sukhumala’s throat.

“Note that they have no gag reflex now and extra muscles in the throat,” said the Honorable Chandarith. “They really are two works of art and the honour of being modified in such a way by Brahaman artists is high indeed.

“So… do you… mean to… say,” said Jasmine trying to get her breath back, “that from now on, I shall only be able to have sex with my husband?”

“That is correct, Sukkisawali.”

“But these ladies may pleasure me… us… with their mouths whenever we want.”

“That is their purpose, Sukkisawali.”

“Well, that is… not all bad… then, I suppose.”


But whilst that may not have been all bad, there were certain aspects of her new life which Jasmine began to find really hard to get used to. Her newly enlarged breasts and buttocks stopped her from doing many things and this was most noticeably during her daily exercises. Even simple activities like jogging on a treadmill, skipping or sit-ups had now become nigh on impossible, the enormous globes getting in the way or swinging about with the motion. Instead all she could now manage was exercises completed sitting or lying and most of these were focussed on strengthening her back muscles which bore the brunt of her humungous new tits. The situation was a little similar for Steven too, his rigid tool in its sheath swinging about wildly if he tried anything more than a quick walk. However, for him help was at hand, and for exercises he now wore a special costume which incorporated a different sheath featuring a loop around the end which went over his neck and could be tightened so that, as he ran, the sheath was fixed to his chest. This solved the swinging issue completely but looked, in Steven’s eyes at least, more than a little ridiculous.

Another area though, where both members of the royal couple now found that they had significant problems was when doing their other natural functions. Steven now found that he had great difficulty urinating through his penis due to its continual erection. Although this wasn’t altogether painful, it now required a considerably greater effort to piss since his water would only come out irregularly. Furthermore, due to the fact that, as a royal, he was now meant to let servants do everything for him, he now found that whenever he wanted to use the bathroom, Somanass or Sukhumala was there waiting to hold his member as he drained it and then to suck it clean. This latter method of cleansing himself was all very pleasant, but the presence of a big-titted maid and the knowledge that his aching tool would soon be ensconced between her inviting lips at the very time when he was trying to forget rather than heighten his sexual desires was most trying.

Jasmine however, had it worse here, as with most of the modifications’ side effects. The gradual stretching of her anus and vagina had left her quite unable to hold in her rear wastes, and so the plugs and enemas that were initially performed for other reasons became quite necessary. Her plugs were, however, really quite large now and they tickled and caressed her whenever she moved, reminding her of that which she too was trying to forget. Furthermore, even with these mammoth insertions into her holes, her lack of control was such that, about a week after the modifications, she had a rather embarrassing accident. Following this, new underwear was decreed for her. This was a pair of thick rubber pants with the two monstrous insertions incorporated into the garment. This certainly guaranteed the repetition of such mishaps but the feeling of tight rubber against her skin for some reason seemed to increase her already hyperactive sexual desire.

Chapter 10 – Revelations

The night before her third seeding ceremony, Jasmine lay on her bed with Somanass. Whilst Steven had been suffering unbearable torment at the hands of Sukhumala (apparently, the sexual stimulation she provided increased the sperm production even further which was auspicious although not, obviously, for the person in whose balls it was all being made), she had enjoyed a lengthy and incredibly pleasurable session with her maid which involved both of them doing things with their tongues that neither of them would have thought even possible for humans to do only a few months before.

But then, so much had changed in the past few months.

And it was with this line of thought running through her head, that Jasmine turned to her beautiful modified maid and asked her, “What made you decide to come and work here, Sommy? Surely you would have preferred to have got married and started a family like a normal lady does?”

If Somanass’ face had been capable of twisting itself into expressions as normal faces are, then it may well have taken on a sad look with these words, but of course, the artists had done their jobs well and the same vacant, lippy china doll expression stared back at her mistress. She responded as she always did these days, tripping over herself when she spoke too fast.

“No misthress, noth ath all. It ith a great honour to therve you in this way.”

“Really? Why don’t I believe you, darling Sommy? Wouldn’t it be nice to marry a handsome man, settle down in a house and have some beautiful children running around? Surely that is what every woman wants?”

“The houthe, maybe, and the children, yes, I would love children. But marrying a man! The thought! Now, if it was a handthome woman…”

Jasmine laughed and slapped her big-butted bedpartner on her ample ass. “Seriously now, come on!”

“No, I am therious. It a great honour to be chosen to become your maidservant. Normal women do dream of children and a husband but some of us can dream of greater things than that. A normal woman therves a man, a mere human: I serve a goddeth!”

“Come on, don’t tell me that you really believe all that?!”

“Of course I do! I have seen Holy Somanath entering you. You look differently these days and think differently too. You are consumed by lust and you radiate fertility. What other ethplanation can there be? Even if you do not realise it, She is within you dwelling.”

“Are you sure that it is not more to do with drugs and medical procedures than a goddess?”

“And are you not sure that you have not spent too long in the unbelieving and thpiritually blind West?”

Jasmine was taken aback. The realisation dawned on her that Somanass actually believed all of this shit. She wasn’t just going along with it; it meant something to her!

Wishing to change the subject slightly, she asked her maid, “So, tell me, how did you get to become my servant?”

“Well, I was very lucky, the gods blethed me indeed, because I was actually forty-thecond in line, but the first forty all got killed in the mathacre.”

“And the forty-first?”

“That is Thukhumala of courthe! That is why she geth the first choice on who to therve and, naturally, since she is not attracted by women, she choothes the Emperor. We thurvived because we were both in a temples in Krung Thep acting as thrine maidens. I even had a husband lined up for after my period of thervice. Thankfully that was averted!”

“If you didn’t want to marry him, why were you going to?”

“Because we must do as we are told by thociety. My parents conthulted a priest and he chose my fiance and fixed the date. We can never disobey orders like that.”

“Even if they are ridiculous.”

“But they are not.”

“Ok, say I told you to jump out of the window into the valley to your death. Would you do it?”

“Of courthe.”

“But why?”

“Because a goddeth has commanded me to do so.”

“But I’m not a goddess, I am me, just a girl called Jasmine.”

“No you are not; you were once but not any longer, even if you don’t realise it yourthelf yet.”

The blind faith of this otherwise intelligent and spirited young woman astonished Jasmine. She decided to explore more. “But what about the mods, the ridiculous lips that you now sport… and the tits. How do you feel about them? For heaven’s sake, you struggle even to speak clearly these days! Does that not even bother you?”

“Of courthe, I must admit that it does bother me, even though I should be glad. I used to be renowned for my thsinging and I loved gymnastics, but then I remind myself of the value of these changes. And remember, after all is thaid and done, this is not my body to control but the goddeth’th….”

“But it is your body, Sommy, no one else’s! Jesus! What right have they to make your speech slurred and your tits so huge that you can hardly walk with them?”

“They have every right. I am honoured to be modified in this way; it is my thacred destiny, as also is what is to come, although I do confess that it does scare me a little.”

“Why? What are they planning to do to you now?”

“You know what, Majesty. My mouth must always be a suitable receptacle for Ragaraja’s tool yet that beautiful and sacred member has not reached its full size yet. When it does, my mouth will need to be altered again. Now I struggle to speak clearly; then I shall not be able to speak at all. This conversation that we are having may be one of our last ever and that, and that alone, makes me sad…”


The day following their third seeding ceremony, Steven and Jasmine were sitting out on the balcony of the palace’s private quarters looking out across the forested valley beyond. It was a beautiful scene and what with the insects chirping in the air and the soft scent of jasmine incense emanating from the room’s altar and the presence of each other, their bonds strengthened further by every step of this journey that they had been taking together, both felt happy inside.

Well, almost.

Jasmine, still the dominant partner in the couple due to her age and worldly experience, was troubled greatly in her mind by the conversation that she had had with Somanass the previous night. The maidservant’s beliefs had been so firm, so absolute, that it disturbed her. What sort of society was this that could control the minds and bodies of its citizens so completely? She looked down at her enormous breasts, surging up and down with every laboured breath, a visible reminder of that total control. How could one be entirely happy with a body like this, she wondered, her left hand unconsciously going to her rock hard constricted waist. Despite rubbing hard, she couldn’t feel a thing. The Honorable Chandarith had explained to her that her painfully-tight corset was now a necessity, not a luxury, for during her last set of modifications, she had actually had ribs removed. Now the corset was required to do the job that they once had.

“Why?” she had asked him in amazement. “Because such a tiny waist would never be possible to achieve otherwise,” he had answered. Scientifically it was a good answer; but ethically…? Why did she need to have such a miniscule waist anyway? She still looked pretty damn feminine with her twenty-inch one. Fourteen inches was just too much, ridiculous, absurd…

She turned to her husband who was gazing out over the mountains. As if sensing her gaze he turned his face to hers and smiled.

“What the hell is happening to us, Steve?” she asked him.

His face grew more serious. “Honestly, Jazz, I’ve been thinking the same myself. Only two months ago and we didn’t know each other, were single – hell, I was still a virgin and at school! – you were a dancer, we lived thousands of miles from here – and each other and…” His voice trailed off as if he did not know how to voice his thoughts.

“I wasn’t talking about those things, Steve. Those things are normal… ok, not normal but natural. We… we aren’t….” Now hers was the voice trailing off.

“You’re on about the other stuff. The fact that we both look like cartoon characters and have had our bodies changed beyond all recognition without our knowledge or permission. That you have tits and a butt the envy of any porn star whilst my cock is as big as a freakin’ baseball bat. That’s what you’re on about?”

“It’s not just our bodies, Steve…”

“Yeah… I know; our minds too. All I can think about is sex. Sex, sex, sex. We did it this morning and we can’t now since we’re clothed and have a lesson in a few minutes yet, even now, even with this beautiful view to fill our minds, without either of us even realising, you have your right hand on my sheath and my left hand is stroking your breast.”

“And you are sitting as close to me as you can in order to rub your thigh against the cushion of my enormous, obscene ass.”

“That too.”

“It’s fucked up, Steve, it’s totally fucked up! I mean, what the fuck is this? We are an emperor and empress apparently, yet where are our people, what decisions are we making? The closest we have come to having an impact on the political, economic, social and fucking religious affairs of this backwards country is once a month when there’s a full-fucking-moon and some virgin schoolgirl jacks you off all over my face whilst I just grin and bear it and so old priests can play Gypsy Rosa Lee with the result!”

“Calm down, Jazz, it’s not…”

“No Steve, I will not calm down and it is worth it! What are they doing to us, eh? What the fuck are they doing to us. Us, Steve, us, not Raga-fucking-raja and Sowa-bloody-thora, let alone Ngu-whatever and Sucky-Swallow which is, perversely, about the one sexual act that I can’t do these days! These are OUR bodies and OUR lives and we are the fucking rulers for God’s sake!! We deserve explanations at least, if not a whole lot more. I want to know who is calling the shots in this country and when we will be able to start playing our part….”

“That time, Sukkisawali Majesty, is not far off!”

They both turned to see the Honoured Chandarith standing behind them, a sage expression on his face, his hands folded in his robes.

“Honored Chandarith, we didn’t realise…” started Steven.

“…but we are glad that you are here because we want to know!” continued Jasmine whose anger had not abated. “We’ve had a lot done to us and not a single explanation as to why and what’s next. We agreed to become your Emperor and Empress because we wanted to do the right thing by our forefathers’ homeland, but so far what good have we been able to do and instead what indignities have we been subjected to? I’d like to see your reaction if someone covered your face in hot and sticky cum for no apparent reason whatsoever? We deserve an explanation, don’t you think?”

“Actually Sukkisawali, I do think that you deserve an explanation, for everything, and so you shall receive one. We have asked a lot of you and thus far you have given freely and in good grace and proved yourselves to be worthy of your exalted roles. However, the road ahead is not easy and questions arise naturally. But they may only be answered in the correct fashion after, as with so much in our ancient and esteemed society, the correct rituals have been performed. Tomorrow at noon I shall arrange for your Phtuoch Phtaem to take place.”

“Our what?”

“Your Phtuoch Phtaem. That is the name of the ceremony. The word is difficult to translate into English but perhaps the best term is ‘initiation’. Yes, initiation. Tomorrow shall be your initiation into the secrets of the Sukhothai state…”

Chapters 11-12

The Tale of Anastasia: Part 4

Links to all parts of the story:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Chapter 7

A week after her summons to the Headmistress’ office, Anne was surprised when, on the Sunday following lunch, instead of retiring to the sitting room to read, Perkins put her walking bonnet and fleur de bouche on and led her out to a waiting car. She tried to ask using her eyes as she had been taught to and evidently she had learnt well for her maid caught her glance and once they were seated inside, explained.

“At Miss Garner’s Institute it is common for the pupils to visit elderly members of the community – respectable members – so as to provide them with a little refined company on the Lord’s Day and also to the pupils themselves get used to socialising. Today we are visiting Capt. Hope whom has been assigned as your elderly companion. He is a former naval officer of sixty-four years who had to retire due to a leg injury. Not only has he had to suffer that, but also his wife died of influenza some six years ago and so he is now very much alone. Your visit should provide him with some joy.”

Upon arrival at Capt. Hope’s townhouse, a maid opened the door and directed them into the sitting room where the captain, a jovial looking fellow with a large grey beard and twinkling eyes sat by the fire which was roaring brightly despite the fact that it was a warm day outside. “Greetings! Greetings! So you are the new girl from Miss Garner’s then? How wonderful to have you in my home. And what is your name, Miss?”

“Her name is Miss Anne Curzon,” replied Perkins.

“Wonderful, wonderful! I do so enjoy having you girls pop round and see me. I’ve been quite lonely you know ever since young Clarissa got married, but it was a wonderful wedding, it truly was and she looked so lovely in her gown. Now Miss Curzon, would you like some tea?”

“She would love some, Captain.”

“Excellent! Martha, tea for three please. Now, please, tell me all about yourself, Miss Curzon.”

“My mistress is sixteen years old, Captain and she is the ward of Lord Curzon of Kedleston. Her heritage however, is quite interesting, as she lived for many years in Russia before coming here. Her father you see, was a diplomat in the city of Moskva.”

“Russia, or should I say the Soviet Union? Indeed, a fine country, very modern. I was there several times, though only to Leningrad, never Moskva. A beautiful city though, the Hermitage is a remarkable museum. Ah, here is the tea!”

From the outset Anne liked Capt. Hope. He was a friendly man with a kind smile and she was pleased to meet someone else who had been to her country. If only she could speak to him! Alas of course, her fleur de bouche prevented that, and it would be impolite to speak when it was removed for tea drinking. Anne resigned herself to letting Perkins speak for her.

They sat and drank tea whilst Perkins made some general chit-chat and Capt. Hope enquired how Anne was liking Miss Garner’s. Then, after he had drank half a cup, the captain excused himself and left the room. Immediately, Perkins came over to her and whispered in her ear, “I shall be leaving myself for a while now Miss. Whatever he does, do not be alarmed, it is as it should be.” These words mystified Anne somewhat and she was wondering what they could mean when Capt. Hope returned, beaming as before and Perkins stood up. “Captain, I do apologise but there is an errand that I have to do; Miss Curzon here has a new set of stays waiting at the post office and I must collect it. Would you mind awfully if I left?”

“Not at all, not at all. We can stay here and chat about Leningrad and Moskva can’t we Miss Curzon?”

Now Anne really was confused! She knew nothing about a new pair of stays, (although to be fair, she was rarely informed about things concerning her these days), but what she did know was that the post office was shut on Sundays! Why was Perkins leaving?

Whatever the reason, leave she did and Anne found herself alone with Capt. Hope who was still beaming and sipping his tea. Once she had left though he changed his countenance to a more serious one, and moved nearer to Anne. “Now Miss Curzon, I am sure that your servant’s excuse has not fooled you, particularly since the post offices are closed on a Sunday in this country, (although not in the USSR I seem to recall), but do not fear, it was all for a reason that is to your benefit. You see, the thing is, you were not brought here merely to keep an old man company, although I must say your presence is charming, but instead, to help with your education. Now, I am about to do something, do not be alarmed. Are you sure that you will not be startled, Miss Curzon?”

As her mouth was filled with the fleur de bouche, Anne could merely nod, and that action too was slight due to her neck corset.

“Right, now, have you seen one of these before?” And to her shock the captain undid his trousers and pulled out his manhood and waved it in front of her. Anne gasped but then, remembering her promise, nodded. “Good, now that is a start, as many girls have not you know and are quite overcome at the first sight. In the USSR though, I appreciate that things are quite different and so I suppose that it is there that you… observed…?” Anne nodded slowly. “I see. Now, would you mind if I removed your fleur de bouche?” Anne shook her head and the captain removed it with a smile. “Excellent, things are moving well. Do you know what, we don’t often get to this stage by even the second visit with many girls; Clarissa took a month. Now Miss Curzon, I am sure that you are quite confused by all this, so would you like to ask me any questions?”

“Captain, sir… you have done this before… to young ladies?”

“Ever since my wife died six years I have been dfoing this every Sunday to young ladies from Miss Garner’s. We must never talk of it of course, not even to your maid and certainly not to your husband, but Miss Garner knows and promotes it. You see, she needs her pupils to learn certain skills which can only be learnt well first hand, whilst I, well, after my dear Prudence died, I fell into quite a state of depression and when I went to see the physician about it, he said that it was due to a build up of sexual fluids in my body and that I required regular release for the state of my health. And so we have a situation that suits us all, I teach you, you help me keep my health and the reputation of Miss Garner’s Institute remains high.”

“So are you saying that you have… sex with girls…?”

“Not exactly, no for that is impossible due to your chastity belts, and besides, it is immoral also. No, what I do is teach the young ladies how to pleasure their future husbands with their mouths and hands, although as you are bound today, then the latter will have to wait. Now, would you be willing to take my member in your mouth, Miss Curzon?”

“I do not know Captain, I have never done such a thing before…”

“That is fine, this must be done in your own time. Whenever you are comfortable. I can sit here and wait and whilst we wait we shall talk. So, tell me about life in Moskva then…”

Anne started to tell the captain all about her life in the USSR and he did seem genuinely interested, but it was most off-putting with him sat there with his penis hanging out and so in the end she stopped the conversation and said, “I should like to try, Captain.”

And so it was that he came over and placed it in her mouth. It was hard and had a slight salty taste to it, but it smelt alright and it was obvious that the Captain was a most hygienic man indeed. “Try sucking it a little,” he said. She did so and it stiffened further. “Try using your tongue, Miss Curzon,” advised Capt. Hope. This she did and was beginning to get into the rhythm when there was a knock on the door. “Your maid has returned,” he announced, withdrawing his tool and fastening his trousers up again, before replacing the fleur de bouche in her mouth. “Miss Curzon, you have made an excellent start indeed, really good. You can be proud of yourself; it took Clarissa over a month to achieve such results. Well done!”

There was aknock on the door and the Captain said, “Enter!” Perkins walked in. “Oh Capt. Hope, sir, I’m so sorry, but I completely forgot, the post office is closed on a Sunday isn’t it? I do hope that you weren’t bored here all alone with my mistress?”

“Not at all, not at all, Miss Curzon is quite satisfactory company indeed. However, I fear that it is time for her to leave now.”

“Yes, that it is Captain, sir. We’ll be off now but seeing you again next week, like.”

“I shall count the days. Good day to you, Miss Curzon.”

Anne curtseyed and left the house, still a little shocked at the difference between the public face and private reality in English aristocratic life.

Chapter 8

The visits to Capt. Hope on a Sunday afternoon became a regular part of Anne’s weekly routine. On the second week Perkin’s informed them that her sister who lived in the city was ill and would it be alright if she visited her to provide “a modicum of Christian comfort?” Capt. Hope of course agreed and this time Anne had a little longer with the old seaman and she managed to make him cum in her mouth although she did not manage to do it quickly or to swallow it. The Captain told her that these results would come in time and indeed they did. After the act though he sat her on his knee, and let her chat to him without the impediment of her fleur de bouche, whilst he gave her lessons from his vast life experience. Very soon she began to look forward to those Sabbath meetings regularly, as Capt. Hope was such a jolly old man, like the grandfather that she’d never had and he was an excellent and patient teacher besides. Lovingly he would stroke her hair whilst he explained how to improve her technique and when, after she had mastered the basics of oral stimulation and Perkins dressed her in a dress with unbound arms so that she could learn the art of manual stimulation, he would hold her hand afterwards as she sat on his knee, not replacing her locking muff until Perkins knocked on the door following her visit to her perennially-ill sister.

Life in the school also began to change in the months that followed her introduction to Capt. Hope. Her Diction and Deportment were declared ‘adequate’ and both she and Oksana were moved into the main class with the other girls. This was much less tedious and far more enjoyable as they learnt such things as polite conversation, the Classics, Shakespeare and Art History. Miss Garner explained that in other schools girls were not taught anything academic as their role in life was not to be clever but merely ornamental, but she believed in a different ethos. “After all,” she explained to her pupils one morning, “how many men tire of their women once their beauty starts to fade or get frustrated with them when they are travelling in Greece or Italy and all the girl can comment on is that those ancient ruins are ‘pretty’. Whilst they will never admit it, men need some intellectual stimulation as well as the sexual and emotive from their spouses and thus it is that here you shall learn all that you need to know on Art, Music, Theatre, Literature, History and Sport. Never try to dazzle your husbands with what you have learnt, always make sure that they are more knowledgeable than you, but woo them with it and bind them closer to you by it.”

This ethos was one that Anne wholeheartedly concurred with and she loved her lessons in Ancient History and Literature whilst he heart soared when they visited the theatre or a renowned violinist came into the school for a recital. Even in Moskva, with the world-class Bolshoi, she had never been able to indulge in the Arts as wholly as she could at Miss Garner’s – something practical always interfered – but here, hampered as she was by her clothing to do anything else, she immersed herself in them and emerged most refreshed.

In her lessons she also got to know her fellow students better for at certain periods they were allowed to sit and chatter without the impediment of their fleurs de bouche. Slowly Anne became friendly with Cecilia, the chestnut-haired daughter of Baron Mowbray, Camilla Stanley, daughter of the Prime Minister, the Earl of Derby, Susan Arrowsmith, daughter of the Bishop of Durham and Heather Graham, daughter of the Marquess of Montrose. Best of all though was Clare Hawkins, the daughter of Albert Hawkins, the great Manchester industrialist who mills and pottery banks generated more wealth than ten Earldoms. Generally those not of the gentry were not admitted into Miss Garner’s but Hawkins had paid a fortune as he wanted his daughter to marry a peer and so she had got in as an exception. Immediately Anne was drawn to her as, like herself, she was something of an outsider, but mostly because she had the sweetest, kindest heart that Anne had ever known and her bright blue eyes, framed by her blonde curls were a pleasure to behold. Within days the two had become soul mates, telling each other every little detail of their lives and whenever the girls were asked to work in pairs, Anne always chose Clare. This was to Miss Garner’s liking too, as Anne was much more able academically and so could help Sarah to learn some of the subjects that she struggled with whilst Clare excelled in Deportment and Etiquette and could help the inexperienced and often unsteady Anne.

One lesson that the girls particularly enjoyed was that of Intimacy. Every so often the pupils would be paired off and Miss Garner would instruct them on how one should be intimate with one’s husband, practicing of course on one’s partner. You might think that being intimate is virtually impossible when one is laced into an enormous dress with one’s arms disabled, but even so, one can still kiss and this is what they would do. From a simple peck on the cheek and brush on the cheek to lengthy and stirring kisses using tongues, Miss Garner would instruct the girls on how to perfect the Art of the Kiss. Anne always enjoyed kissing Clare and when it came to a deep, loving kiss she felt such a desire in her nether regions that she almost fainted. Miss Garner explained that this was quite usual and indeed, even desirable and their effort was declared the best of the class and they had to repeat for the others to observe; an experience that neither girl resented.

Whilst all this was going on, Anne’s costume was gradually getting more extreme in preparation for the big day of the Easter Ball. Miss Garner had explained in her induction into the school that for the Ball a minimum waist of fifteen inches was stipulated, but that in her opinion fourteen inches was not beyond the reach of Anne. And so it was that weekly Anne’s waist was reduced until she could hardly feel it at times and often fainted from the slightest exertion. When she eventually did reach fifteen inches in November, things were compounded by the fact that Miss Garner then decreed that she attain a stem waist of a couple of inches which basically entailed stretching her torso somewhat on the lacing bar so that she could wear a corset with an in-built circular metal belt in it that gave her waist an unusual and elegant shape. Unusual and elegant it may have been, but alas, it was also very painful and caused her to lose much feeling below the waist. She confided these woes to Clare who confessed that she was much the same, and that for her a final waist circumference of thirteen and a half inches had been decreed, but with a stem of no less than three inches. Neither of the girls could decide who was worse off.

As well as the waist, Anne’s neck also came in for a rough time. Miss Garner had given them a lecture one afternoon on future fashions and announced that it was predicted that over the coming five years, “Necks will get longer whilst skirts will get more bunched at the rear, leading perhaps to a re-emergence of the bustle.” Following this prediction, (Anne did not know where Miss Garner divined her ideas from although as the years passed, they proved to be accurate divinations), the girls all began to receive training in the use and wearing of bustles and also extra attention given to their necks which meant having them stretched to the maximum and laced into longer neck corsets than before which left them staring at the ceiling, rasping for breath.

And with different fashions come differing arm restraints. Miss Garner explained that the enormous gigot sleeves disguising folded arms was just one way of restraining the arms and over the years past and to come, many more had or would be used, often in ways that gloried in the restriction of the wearer rather than tried to hide it. The most common was that pioneered by the great Duchess of Hamilton herself, the monoglove whereby the arms are held, ramrod-straight, pinned behind the back in a most graceful yet tiring position. Thus it was that all the ladies were expected to spend two afternoons a week bound in such a glove, reading or listening to a musical recital. At first Anne hated it, but gradually she found it a welcome change from the gigot sleeves. It was interesting – yet infuriating also – that in these gloves, tailor-made for each wearer as they were, that even the fingers could not be bent, pinned as they were against each other, splayed out in all their glory. The restriction was total, which made Anne hate it yet at the same time it excited her which was disturbing. Why should restriction be exciting, even something that one looks forward to? One afternoon she went so far as to put the question to the Headmistress.

“Miss Curzon, you cite an excellent point, and one that is passed over in most establishments. A foreign observer views the restriction under which a Lady of Leisure conducts her life and pities her, concluding that she is miserable, and oppressed by her sadistic and controlling spouse. How wrong they are! Yes indeed, many a man has admired and been excited by restraining a woman, it is a natural impulse, yet too many a woman has yearned for it and sought it. Perhaps the most representative heroine of this English ideal is Mrs. Grace Attenborough of whom the wags said, “By day all holy, by night all whore!” By that it was not meant that she ever sought pleasure outside of the marriage bed of course, for if she had done, she would not be a heroine to us. No, what it referred to was an attitude that differed greatly between the public and the private. Mrs. Attenborough was a woman of great intellect, wit and sanctity. She attended church daily and held salons in her house where the most pressing political issues and latest art trends were discussed. The number of distinguished personages who attended those salons was endless, from the Archbishop of Canterbury and Lord Castlereagh, to the poet Wordsworth and the painter Turner. All was in excellent taste, all was beautiful and all was refined. However, every evening at eight she would make her excuses and retire, whereupon in her room she would order her maid to strip her naked, bathe, and then have herself laced in to the utmost degree – thirteen inches it was said. She would then have her legs bound so that the toes pressed against the buttocks and then have an enormous gag inserted into her mouth. Then she would decree that her arms be bound in the most difficult manner of all, the elegant yet painful ‘reverse prayer’ position and then she would order the maid to toss a coin. If the coin fell on heads, she would have the maid arrange her on the bed so that her vagina was on full view and easy to access and thereupon the girl would paint with make-up lips upon the vagina so as to make it all the more appealing. If the coin landed on tails however, she would be propped up with her buttocks in the air and her anal hole similarly decorated. And then she would wait – never for long I suspect – for her husband to come and take his pleasure. Can you see girls how she completely encapsulated the ideal of a lady. Outwardly, all propriety and elegance, yet privately, whilst sensual, never sinful. Mrs. Attenborough was educated and intelligent, witty and urbane, yet in private she would submit to the greatest restraints, yet at the same time, in a fashion, never totally submit. After all, it was her – or the coin – that decreed in which manner her husband would take his pleasure and she decided the posture in which she was tied. He had no say in any of it and not once did he ever try to have a say. By submitting, she dictated. Let her be a lesson and an inspiration to you all; you could do far worse than follow the example of Grace Attenborough.”1

Grace Attenborough’s reverse-prayer position was the next one in which the ladies were introduced to and like Miss Garner had said, it was the most difficult of all to obtain and when obtained, came with much discomfort. In the reverse-prayer position, as the names suggests, one’s hands are placed as they would be in prayer except behind, rather than in front of the torso. This however, was only the first part of achieving a ‘perfect’ reverse-prayer posture, (as Miss Garner termed it). After that the arms had to be slowly drawn together, (a process done in stages over several weeks), until the elbows touched and they could be encased in a single kid leather gloves similar to the monoglove. The result was incredibly compact and elegant, particularly when worn with a bustle, (for which it had been designed when the bustle first came into fashion back in the 1870s), but by gosh was in difficult and painful too, only really becoming bearable when the extreme position cut the circulation off and the whole ensemble when dead. Because of such reasons, it was not advisable to wear it for long periods, (when bustles were in fashion, it was usual for going out in the evening or walking in the park, rarely at home), but even so, after she had managed to attain it, Anne was forced to wear it every Friday evening which she was allowed to spend in her room with Clare, (who was also similarly encumbered), a time that the two of them greatly enjoyed, as they were allowed to be without their fleurs de bouche and they could chatter, kiss and cuddle up to each other on the bed.

And so it was that life continued much restricted and restrained but not without its pleasures until the Christmas holidays came and Anne returned to Kedleston to enjoy the festive season.

1 In our world the English fetish is renowned to be spanking, yet this does not seem to be the case in Anne’s world. This is perhaps due to the public school playing a much more crucial role in our world; in Anne’s most males of consequence were educated at home or in schools which they only attended during the day. Restriction seems to have taken the place of spanking, particular amongst the females, although it must be noted that some spanking did take place for at weddings we hear of the grooms being presented with a paddle by their fathers-in-law in order to keep their wives in order, though this may have been ceremonial as much as practical.

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