Lament
by Tes Staylace, in collaboration with Phil Boarder
- ©2003 Tes Staylace
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN - SHOD
The crisp morning air filled Cassie’s lungs as she stood by the doors leading to the balcony. She had awoken early and slid out of bed, leaving Chickey in her slumber. They had both slept well, even though the neckcorsets restricted their breathing. The short sharp breaths made Cassie’s head spin just slightly, making the whole scenario a little dream-like. The white leather sleeving on her forearms was beautifully made, with boning running along the top of her arms and the gilt edging added the perfect compliment. Cassie reached up to her throat, and she felt the hard collar around her neck forcing her head up -- she had to bend her back to look down. She shuddered in the cold as she stood there naked but for the three items, wondering what the new day would bring.
Chickey woke up in just in time for the maids to fetch them and take them to the room next door. The Colonel was waiting for them sat in his chair as the girls were led over to their facing chairs.
“I hope you slept well Ladies. Today will be a little different to your usual lives. Today will be a transformation. Please enjoy the moment.” He smiled as he tapped his cane on the floor and the maids sprung into action.
Through the door came two large boxes carried by the maids. Chickey looked as though she would explode with excitement. The girls strained to look down as the boxes were opened and the maids gasped. From each box, the maids lifted a white leather boot. Cassie looked at Chickey’s and vice versa. They were no ordinary boots though. As the maids looked at them with amazement, they turned them around, and the girls had a sneak preview. The first detail they noticed was how incredibly long they were --they could never fit them. Then they noticed why they were so long. The foot part of the boot was similar to the one Chickey had worn all those months ago. The toe was a replica of a hoof with a gold horseshoe attached. The ankle was non-existent, as it just narrowed to the calf section and then rose to the knee and onto the thigh. The boning ran along the entire length, as did the lacing holes along the back of the boot.
Cassie looked at the hundreds of empty lace holes as they slipped the boot onto Chickey's foot. The lacing was going to take ages. As the maids picked up Cassie’s foot she was tipped back into the chair, and the neck corset stopped her from seeing Chickey. Cassie felt her toe slip into her boot. It was very snug, even though the end of the boot was shaped like a hoof. Once the maids had wiggled the boot on to her toes, the lacing began. Cassie could feel the lacing pull just under her heel, and as the laces tightened her foot became straighter. Cassie began to worry, as she always struggled to walk on tiptoe. The laces pushed the top of her foot into the boning and her ankle became stiff and straight. It pulled at her shin and cramps started to bite in her toes. The maids worked slowly and carefully, not to miss any holes on the progress up Cassie’s calf and up to her knee. To Cassie’s surprise the lacing carried on past the knee in the same tight binding manner, causing her to straighten her leg and ankle even further. How was she going to pull a carriage without bending her knee, she thought to herself. The entire length of her leg was eventually laced tight, from the tip of her toe to just under her crotch. The lacing had taken over three hours. The maids retired and two more came into the room to lace the next boot, the procedure taking just as long. The afternoon sun came into the room as the lace was tightened fully and as before, cut at the knot. The colonel asked the maids to leave and he walked around the girls. They were still sat on the chairs but their legs stuck out as straight as poles. He tapped his cane and two men came into the room. Cassie shuddered at her nakedness as she still only wore the neck corset the sleeves on her arms and now after today, the boots. The colonel understood her problem and calmed her. “Do not worry. I am here to look after you”.
The two men approached Chickey and lifted her up onto her tiptoes. The gold hooves clanked on the floor. She seemed to tower over Cassie. The two men held her as she gained her balance and then gently let go. Chickey took a step forward with the men either side of her. With no bend at the ankle or knee it was a careful step, with her foot rotating out before moving forward. The left leg took the same circular route forward as Chickey smiled, parading around the room. Cassie was next to be helped to her feet, and before long they were both walking around the room like giant marionette puppets. It was very tiring, and they soon turned to the colonel, pleading with their eyes. He nodded to them and they walked out on to the balcony and along to their room. They tried to lie on the bed but, because they could not bend their knees, they had to fall down on to the soft quilt. Soon they had both fallen asleep.
Cassie was awoken with a shake on her shoulder. “Miss. Miss. It’s your turn now,” whispered the maid. Cassie tried to turn to see Chickey but her restraint around her neck would not allow her. She saw two men lean over her and raise her to her feet. Not yet used to the boots, she was grateful of their help. As she was taken along the corridor, two things disturbed her. One was it was dark, and the other was the absence of Chickey. As she was helped through the door to the dressing room, all was made clear.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - THE LACING
Chickey was still smiling. The attention had become like a drug to her. She was
in a large wooden frame, similar to a large doorway. The ring on each sleeve had
been used to tie her arms to each top corner and her boots had been locked into
the base. Across the middle of the frame at waist height was a bar. It touched
her bare stomach level with her belly button. Next to her was another frame for
Cassie and between the two frames lay two boxes. The colonel was stood by the
balcony door and he beckoned Cassie to come over.
“Sorry to wake you, dear, but the evening is the best time for tight lacing. We shall take a while to outfit Chickey, and you shall be next” he explained.
Cassie tried to talk, but the words could not come out. Instead, she gasped as the maids lifted Chickey’s outfit from the box. Again, the white leather was the dominant feature with the gilt edging. It was another boot or sleeve, Cassie thought. Then as she looked harder -- she saw it was a corset with two tell-tale cups for the breasts. It was made of a stiff leather with no front opening. It could have stood on it’s own, as it was moulded into shape. A maid held it up and pulled apart the back to push it over Chickey’s body like a spring-loaded clamp. A ring on the front of the corset was linked to the cross bar on the frame and the lacing began.
Cassie walked around the back of Chickey to get a better look at the proceedings. The edges of the corset were over eight inches apart as the maids threaded the lace through the holes along each side. Carefully, they worked to criss-cross the laces across Chickey's back. Around the bottom of the corset hung a short skirt made from strips of white leather. Cassie thought she had seen something like it from a history book about Ancient Rome during the time she had been allowed to go to school. The lacing took about an hour, and once it was threaded through, the maid’s attention turned to Cassie.
Cassie stepped into the frame opposite Chickey and her arms were lifted up by ropes strung through the rings on her sleeving and her feet were clamped into the bottom of the frame. The cold iron bar touched her bare stomach as she relaxed into the position. The corset was brought out of its box and pulled and pushed until it was fitted over her body, the leather very stiff and, even without the laces, it seemed tight on her chest. As the maids worked on the laces at the back, the two men who had helped her to her feet earlier in the day walked behind Chickey. Cassie stared as a maid began pulling at the laces, the men held the corset still. Chickey's smile was interrupted as the maid pulled and pulled at the laces. The men worked at the corset straightening the outfit here and there. The excess lace was pulled tight but left a four-inch gap. A man then approached Chickey from behind and dropped a rope over her head and down to her waist. He then crossed the rope over at the back and he and the other man took hold of each end. As they pulled, the maid frantically pulled at the laces, thus closing the corset further. Chickey's eyes bulged as the men pulled at the crossed rope again and once more the maids pulled at the laces. They deftly moved the rope up and down her torso to maximize the compression down the corset. Her smile became half a grin as they worked and worked on her.
Cassie anxiously looked over at the scene, knowing she was next.