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All The woman i Will Ever Be The entire staff at the Studio was comprised of special gurls just like me and Louise made sure that we all had ample time for the little extras that our kind required. We rose early each morning and took our cleansing douches, moved on to long bubble baths that left our skin soft and fragrant, then helped each other with shaving and tweezing, makeup and hair. By the time the four of us lined up for Her inspection we looked and smelled delightful and Mistress rewarded those of us who passed inspection with a hug, a little pat, or a pinch. Of course some gurls were chastised instead, scolded and even spanked. i took particular pride in the fact that it had been almost a month since Louise had had to deliver one of Her famous humiliating morning spankings to me. i was on my way to being an acceptable and refined gurl, and not the garish Drag Queen that Louise had found working in a seedy bistro. i owed everything to Her! In addition to grooming and chores, Louise also took the time to conduct classes for the staff members and it was during one of those classes, a lesson in posture and deportment that i came upon the reason for this story. That day the Mistress joined us in a black Merry Widow corset with large hook and eye front closures and a lace-up back. The garment had all around boning that urged Her divine little bosom up in a most heavenly fashion. The six detachable garters were smartly snapped to opera length ebony stockings and She moved around the room on stiletto heels no less that six inches high. The normal ten inch difference from Her waist to hips had been increased to fourteen inches so that now Her hips appeared wider, Her derriere bigger and rounder. It was an image of breathtaking femininity and beauty and i knew immediately that only corsetry would tame and train my figure and permit my quest of this womanly ideal. Over the course of the next few weeks i begged and pleaded with Louise to arrange for such a garment till one day She finally ordered Frederick the chauffeur to bring the Packard limousine around front and we were driven to the home of Madam Annabelle Calabria. Madam Calabria was Italian bred and British trained. She was a Domina, a superb seamstress and perhaps the finest corsetiere in the United States in 1937. She greeted Louise warmly and we entered a large salon where a buxom young blond girl served the two of them tea and fancy Italian pastries. i removed my dress and stood in the center of the room in only cotton undergarments and stockings while they critiqued my figure. “It’s possible Louise,” the Madam said, “I can do it, but does Your gurl have the character to advance through the training? Because of the differences in body type I rarely advise “special gurls” to wear over the bust corsets,” she continued. “It will require heavy boning and placed a great deal of stress on her body.” Louise turned to me, “Well, miss fancy, do you have the character? It will not be easy, and once you start, you cannot go back.” i nodded my agreement Madam Calabria rose from her chair and walked around me again and again. “Pull your shoulders back,” she ordered “Arch your back so that your bottom is presented properly, thrust your hips rearward.” She slapped my ass, hard. i strained and arched pushing my bosom in one direction, my backside in the other. “This is the ideal,” Madame announced, “A perfect S curve. See how she strains to present her nipples Louise, how high her rump raises. “Do You keep her plugged?” But before Louise could answer the Madam placed her hand on my backside and moved two fingers into the furrow separating the cheeks. “Splendid Louise, splendid,” she said. “gurls like this one require a constant frigging, it keeps them lusty and wanting, and so anxious to please, is that not so Mademoiselle,” she added, taking a cloth tape and winding it around my bosom. In less than four hours she made a most gorgeous and confining garment and Louise announced that Madam was indeed without peer when it came to bones and busts, and laces The corset was made of pink brocade with a full length front fastening and stout lacing at the back. It featured eight wide suspenders and locking shoulder straps. “Take a deep breath miss,” Madam ordered as the laces began to tighten. “See how lovely Louise?” Madam asked, “her waist is delightfully slender, her back beautifully arched, and her bosom and buttocks nicely lifted.” She continued the ruthless tightening and retightening from shoulder blades to buttocks and i felt a new obedience and total compliance. “i’ll be a credit to You, Mistress, You’ll see,” i purred. i had been right. This constant discipline of daily lacing would stifle my rebelliousness and disobedience and help me become a charming, demure, and compliant creature. A gurl that my Mistress Louise would be proud to own! Madam Calabria fettered my ankles and thighs with leather hobbles and let me practice walking about the room to get accustomed to my new elegant and erect carriage. Louise’s eyes followed my movements with a heightened interest, and as we took our leave and walked towards Her automobile i felt Her hand fondle my bottom, squeeze and pat the chubby flesh. i guessed i was in for the night of my life! We marched directly to Her boudoir and removed our outer wear. She motioned me to a cherry cabinet where i found an assortment of harnesses and phalluses, those i had watched Her fasten so many times. Now the job was mine. i approached Her, squatted down, and held the straps open then pulled them over Her hips. i positioned the phallus and watched Her mouth open and Her eyes widen. i had found the spot and quickly buckled the harness. i pursed my lips and batted my false eyelashes. “Shall i suck Mademoiselle’s cock?” i gushed. “No sissy, I’ve another foreplay in mind, bend over the bed, I’m going to deliver no less than six of my very, very best to your gurlish derriere.” She stroked the phallus with Her left hand while swishing a spring-fresh rod through the air that whistled with a frightening sound. i winced and moaned as the flexible branch bit deeply into my soft flesh, striping me from hip to hip with a ladder of welts that brought tears to my eyes. i knew my mascara was running but didn’t care because Louise enjoyed my suffering and then the rod hit the floor and She moved the tiny triangle of my nylon panties to the side and positioned Her phallus She moved slowly at first to allow my body to wrap itself around the dildo, short strokes of two or three inches, i breathed deeply in and out. She plunged forward rudely till i felt Her warm crotch against me and knew that all eight inches of Her cock were buried deep inside me. “Thank You, Mistress,” i croaked as She began that pagan rhythm and i felt my feminine napkin soaking up my excitement. “Thank You for making me be all the woman i ever wanted to be!” |