Chapter Two - Lord and Lady Henley
The next morning Gerard unlaced me and allowed me to shower. I stood shivering
with pent-up arousal in the rain of water. Before I had a chance to think,
Gerard was in the shower with me and offered to help. I nodded. He held my
wrists firmly behind my back, lifted me up onto him and entered me deeply. He
brought me to an orgasm the likes of which I'd never had. It was fast and wild
and fantastic!
Then he smiled and whispered, "Now let me dress you!"
"You want to dress me?"
"Today, yes."
He picked out a corset, tighter than the one I'd worn during the night. Then I
picked a blouse with a 4 inch high collar. It was the lowest one I could find. I
thought that and one of my normal business suits, a pair of high heels, and a
cape, should allow me to go to work that day without drawing too much attention
to myself.
I worked as a receptionist for Smith and Wilson Real Estate. I just had to sit
and look pretty most of the day, and this would help.
Gerard laced the corset down to 21 inches quite quickly, "See? The training
corset worked!"
I smiled, but when he pulled it in another two inches I yelped like a dog!
He'd taken my breath away, and was about to tie it off there, "I could close it
with just another inch if you like, Geena."
"Try!" I whispered.
He pulled with all his might! "There!" he said, "I've closed it!"
18 inches!
I could only half-fill my lungs. I felt cut in two.
"This is torture." I whispered. But as Gerard ran his hands over my fanny and
kissed the back of my neck, I decided I simply didn't care, "Put the blouse on
me, Gerard."
The blouse was made of the finest silk, the arms were tight all the way down to
the wrists and it fastened at the back. Of course, the collar was about an inch
too small for my neck.
"I'll never close this without tearing the collar fasteners," he said.
Then Gerard looked at the note that came with it. He read it out loud, "If you
have problems with the collar you will find what you need at the bottom of the
box."
"God," I whispered, "She thought of everything."
"Here..." Gerard pulled out a complicated-looking contraption made of the finest
kid leather straps. On the strap were the words: "For a 12 inch neck only -
start at the top."
There were four straps, 1 inch wide and 12 inches long. Every 12 inches there
was a thin 2 inch high steel connector where the next 12 inch strap started, and
so on... Making the binder 4 inches high in all.
He pulled the first strap under my chin, digging into the soft flesh and pulling
it sharply so it clicked shut! I gasped, "Oh God! That's so TIGHT!" Then he did
the next three straps, until in an instant my neck from my collar bone to my jaw
bone was encased in the tightest, strictest and highest collar I'd ever worn. I
immediately swooned for a moment, then found a way to breathe, just barely!
My eyes watered.
I felt incredibly aroused!
Gerard looked worried, "Is that too tight?"
I whispered, "I can bear it. It's not too bad." Then my fingers ran over the
taut leather that had become my new neck. It was as if my neck belonged to
someone else. As if I was totally owned by the collar - a collar that if it was
any tighter would strangle the life out of me.
I loved it! I cut a half-smile with my lips, then gasped, "This is going to be
okay Gerard. Really!"
He smiled back at me, "We haven't finished yet."
He did up the blouse collar. It closed, a perfect snug fit around my new neck.
Then we found out that the rim at the top of the blouse collar was made of
steel, and the sides were whalebone-lined. If I even so much as tried to move my
head, the steel seemed to garrote me. To the casual observer the collar simply
looked like tightly-drawn silk, encasing a beautifully-long throat. For me it
was a torture device!
My face was turning a little red from my restricted throat. Tears were flowing
from my eyes.
"Oh this is so cruel," I whispered.
Now the blouse was on and Gerard picked out a long tight suede suit for me to
wear. I put it on, desperately trying not to look down because every time I
moved my head the collar dug deeper into the soft skin under my chin! So Gerard
helped me with the tight dress. then with an evil smile said, "Lets zip up the
kick pleat here!" The kick pleat was practically the only thing that allowed me
to walk in the dress.
The zip was there mainly for show, but Gerard often liked restraining me. By
zipping up this or that, and making me wear my highest heels, he enjoyed
watching me hobble around town taking the tiniest steps and drawing stares from
every man and woman who understood the bondage I was subjecting myself to. Today
this seemed like the last straw though.
"Oh please, Gerard," I begged, "At least I must be able to walk!"
"Not today." He smiled, and promptly slid my arms into the inner sleeves of a
beautiful cape. Before I knew it the cape was closed and the sleeves were
binding my arms behind me so strictly my shoulders ached and the collar seemed
even tighter.
I was totally restrained and almost passing out from the pressure. "How am I
going to work in this Gerard?"
"Oh, you're not working today, we're going for a walk in the park. Then lunch. I
phoned in your resignation."
"You did what!"
"A woman worth 800 million doesn't exactly need to work, Geena. And neither do I
for that matter. My job now is to torture you for the rest of your life."
A mix of pleasure and fear shot through me. But before I could say anything
Gerard instructed me to hold my chin up. He pulled a net veil so tight around my
face I couldn't open my mouth or even blink! Then he secured the veil to a
pillbox hat on the crown of my head. "There," he said, "Now no one will see
those tears, so stop crying Geena!"
The car ride was excruciating, bumper to bumper all the way into the city.
Gerard had cruelly fixed the seat belt around me so that every time he braked it
tightened even more, and never loosened. Why he bothered I don't know. I
couldn't move my arms or legs in this outfit.
I was in terrible pain from the corset, and stiflingly hot under the suede dress
that seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. And the seat belt was practically
crushing me by the time we arrived at the park.
As he turned the engine off and released the belt, Gerard said, "Maybe next time
I should fasten this around your neck. I think you'd enjoy that."
I murmured an agreement, but the veil was too tight to allow me to speak. My
jaws literally clamped together as if by a wire mesh! I didn't know it but
Gerard was taking me to meet the Scottish relatives who had been flown over to
see me. It took two hours to walk across the park to the restaurant. My bondage
was so tight I almost fainted four times. But each time Gerard revived me, then
tightened my cape a bit, or my veil, or even the collar, by using a special
little key that fitted ingeniously into the steel and bone beneath the silk. No
one could see my bondage, or imagine my agony.
I soon learned not to dare faint again, but instead to control my breathing and
move in a very restrained and sedate fashion. Gerard explained that the
relatives we were going to meet were the head executors of the will. Only when
they were satisfied that all the conditions had been met would the money be
released to us. So it was very important that I impress them. That was why I had
to be so tightly bound today.
As he took the cape and veil off in the restaurant the rush of air made me
shiver. I tried to look as calm as I could as I was led to the table. Seated at
the table were Lord and Lady Henley. Lady Henley was bound at least as tight as
me at the neck and waist. Her hair was pulled so tight away from her face it was
almost making her scalp bleed, but she smiled warmly as I tried to sit in my
corset. I tried to reach for my neck but found the sleeves of my suit were now
so tight they didn't allow my arms the freedom to do so. She smiled even wider
as she noticed that the steel edge of my collar was cutting deeply into my
throat. "You look very smart today, Geena."
"Thank you," I whispered hoarsely.
"However that collar is a little forgiving. Virginia must have bought that when
she was on vacation or relaxing somewhere very informally. No, I'm afraid we
always insist on at least a five inch high collar for ladies' relaxed wear on
the estate, don't we darling?" She smiled at her husband. As he smiled back I
noticed his collar, though not as high at a mere 3 inches, was probably even
tighter on him than mine. It was so tight he couldn't make a sound, and my heart
went out to him.
Lady Henley looked to Gerard, "My God, you will need to smarten up I think,
Gerard!"
Gerard swallowed, fingering his throat nervously. Then she looked back at me,
wide-eyed, "But you will manage I'm sure, Geena, although I think the evening
wear your great grandmother left will be the real challenge for you. It makes
your wedding dress look positively benign."
"Benign?" Gerard whispered, looking even more worried.
"Oh yes, the wedding dress was a relaxation compared to the other gowns she
wore."
My heart sank. This was far worse than I thought it would be. Lord Henley gasped
a whispered comment that was barely audible, "I think she's ready though,
M'Lady. Don't you?"
"Oh yes!" Lady Henley beamed, "We shall fly you over tomorrow evening. Don't
want you changing your mind, do we? I'm so looking forward to training you, my
darling."
Then she fingered her slender throat. On closer examination I realized it must
have been at least 6 inches long, every inch of it tightly encased in the
stiffest boned linen. Her earrings tinkled against it, betraying that there was
something metallic beneath that linen. She then smiled and spoke more softly,
"I've been told that I'm a crueler task master than even your great grandmother
was!" Then in the most sinister-sweet tone she said something that would later
prove to be almost the death of me. If only I'd realized it's full implication,
I would have ripped the choking collar from my throat and ran as fast as I
could, all the way back to poverty and a normal life.
"You know it's only an accident of birth, Geena," she whispered, "that the line
of inheritance came to you. So I will make sure you earn your inheritance
properly. Now, what would you like to eat?"
"My appetite has disappeared, M'Lady," I gasped hoarsely.
Before I could take another breath, Lady Henley's gloved fingers took my jaw
firmly and turned it away from her. "Why, your profile is perfect, Geena!"
I winced in agony as the steel edge of the collar dug deeply into my throat and
cut my breath off. My eyes bulged in panic.
"Now you must eat, Geena!"
"Yes, M'lady!" I gasped with the last of my breath, my voice filled with
despair.
"Not fainting," Lady Henley whispered, "That's a very good girl."
Just as my vision started to go she released my jaw. My head sprang forward, and
I could breath again!
I gulped in air like it was a sweet desert. She was indeed the cruelest woman
I'd ever met.
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