RetroXotique

It was only a matter of discipline. It has been since the beginning, and it would be till the end.

He smiled. He arrived to achieve the perfection.

The perfect family.
The perfect daughter.
The perfect body.

He and his wife created the perfection.

But they couldn’t show it at the world. Not yet. Not entirely.

They could show their daughter, they can be proud of her, proud of her aspect, her mind, her ideas, but she was not completely her daughter. She was missing something. She was like a jewel, a precious necklace that couldn’t show the beauty it has due to the lack of the good background. He found the right background. He found just in that moment. He had the skills to do it, to create it, but he found that there was another problem. He was right, but the entire world was wrong. It was still not prepared.

He sighed, a little hint of sadness on his eyes. He looked outside, the last rays of the sun coloring of orange and violet the white room. His studio, his laboratory. His shrine, the relic of his life hidden by a big white cotton sheet. A knock on the door let him jump. 

- Yes?

- Can I enter, dear? 

– asked his wife voice, muffled by the heavy wood wall separating her from him, but also from something more, as she was not perfectly able to formulate words. 

– I’m wondering if you…

- Yes, my love. I already finished it. I’m sorry, I didn’t call you before, but my mind wandered and… Well, I found the solution.

- Wonderful. – said the woman, turning the long door knob and entering slowly, closing the door at her back.

She was in her late forties, the long brown hairs combed in two big braids then tied one inside the other and fixed with jewels, only some hair free to cover her ears, where heavy and long golden earrings were filling the holes in her ears and brushing her shoulders. She moved near her husband, the stride slow and heavy, as she was shuffling instead of walking. Her head was erect, a little too much for a normal position of the neck, but he knew that she was used to it, and the missing neck support was for her quite a pain, due to the lack of strength on her neck muscles after so many time using it. At the moment her head was held erect by a stiff collar in leather and suede, quite old and in some point ruined, a relic of her first period as a corset maker wife. An happy one.

- Mey Hue remembered where it was? Incredible…

- Yes. She is incredible, but I can’t expect less from a maid that is smart enough to work for you as assistant, nurse and helper. She immediately found it and helped me to wrap it around my neck. She was not sure if I could bear this lack of discipline, but I have to admit that also it is quite refreshing to be able to see again directly in front of me, I’m missing my eyeglasses. What was the problem?

- Too much use and too little stays. Now I double boned it, and due to the fact I had would have to change the leather, I elongated it another quarter of inch. Do you want  to try it. Do you have your glasses with you?

- No. But they are in the other room, so if you could lead me… 

She smiled, also with some difficulty, the high neck of the dress, made in deep blue velvet, covering the stiff collar, continuing over her heavily corseted torso, going down to her ankles as a bell, with several petticoats starched and white as the snow, hiding the small leather paraphernalia that was impeding, so that she could not her to separate her feet more than ten inches, also she was quite worried to do so, due to the five inch high heeled calf-high boots made in patent leather and slightly boned to help strengthen her ankles so that she could  stand in that strenuous position. The sleeves, tight from wrists to elbows, puffed out in small balloons up to the shoulders, covering the black silk opera gloves that were hiding the kid leather excruciatingly tight gloves reaching over the elbows, brushing with their hot caress the shoulders, the triple layer removing her the freedom to bend the arms enough to scratch her nose or touch her chest, let alone the difficulty to bend her fingers. 

– I will be really grateful this night.

- Sonia! – he smiled, shaking her head. 

– I will help you for sure. Here, come here, my dear… 

- he giggled, grabbing from one of his tables a dark and shiny object, a sort of cylinder with a dark brown lace on the side. She arrived near him. 

They exchanged a simple, quick kiss, then he proceeded to unhook some of the buttons on at her neck, so that he could see the stiff neck corset she had underneath. 

- Really I created this? How horrible is… - he smirked.

- It’s not horrible. It’s a sort of prototype for your wonderful neck collar. Now, come on and let your wife proud of you. - she mumbled.

- Your last words?

- More or less. - she smiled, sighing half in relief, half in pain when he unlaced the collar and freed the neck. It seemed so thin, so soft and white.

The muscles, due to the long period they had been inactive, were a little atrophied, but still able to maintain erect the head for some minute before starting to ache. 

- A quarter of inch longer, you said?

- Yes, my love. - he answered while wrapping the cold and rigid object around his wife's neck.

She knew what it was. She asked for it, after he had seen in a fashion magazine that  she bought each week, a sort of “neck-stretcher” to render the figure more feminine and elegant. But the equipment was bulky and made in metal and brass. She asked for something that could do the same, not only during the night, but also during the day, while she was dressed, while she was walking and when she was sleeping ..... always. 

Her husband thought and worked, until he arrived at the right design and found the right dimensions and the right way to set the stays. He started to build some of them and quickly he found a lot of buyers, and so he sold the design to a big company, that paid him royalties every month.

But the real projects, the real neck stretcher, the real neck corset and so on were only for him and his family. He sold the project, with some modification, some little change that was not so important for the aspect or the cost, but really important under the aspect of endurance and strictness. In fact if the normal neck corsets were bearable only for part of the day, maybe ten, maybe twelve hours for the brave, the ones he created for his wife and his daughter were made to be worn for days and days without any reason to be removed only  for hygienic purposes.

- Its… quite… rrrigggd! - she said, adjusting the head in a rigid and arrogant pose, her nose quite vertical, her eyes looking at the ceiling. All of her neck, part of the chin and up to her ears were cupped, sealed and constricted inside the black column, stretching and reducing little by little the length of her neck, while at the same time it was restricting her movement, to move her head to see around, to turn her head and her ease of breathing. When he finished tying the laces, he did a double knot and closed with several small buckles a leather flap to cover the lace and give the whole paraphernalia a tidy and apparently seamless aspect.

- How is?

- Grrrrt. - she mumbled, the strictness and the tightness of the object removing her ability to speak clearly. - It qqute hard t brrreth…

- I know, but I think you will be able to bear the new strain on your neck. Dear, the effect is wonderful. You seem… No, you are a queen. If you like the effect, I think that I can try my last idea.

- Whhat?

- Well, If I substitute part of the leather with rubber and some of the stays with a compressed plated spring, I can create a neck corset that can be regulated in height only winding or unwinding a key in a special slot at the base of the mechanism, so you can have infinite possibilities. At the same time it’s possible to release part of the neck corset to permit you to eat more easily and talk with more freedom. But I have still to work on it. – he sighed.

- No pprhhhbbem. Taaakke it hhhesy. Thhnnks… - she mumbled. – You akkkhhedy did a hooot fohh me and Samanthha.

- Can I lead you to the glasses, so you can continue your day?

- Thhhnkss. - she tried to smile, only a hint, her teeth completely clenched, the jaws blocked.

He grabbed her rigid and quite useless gloved hand and lead her to the door, then on to the small room where on a desk were her glasses, special ones. They seemed simply a pair of round tinted glasses with a long and tiny rod on the left side, but in reality they were small mirrors, to permit her to see the world around, and also behind. He took them and wrapped his wife's fingers around the rod, so she could adjust the exact distance from her eyes and the angule needed. She trembled slightly for the warm touch of her husband, one of the few sensations she could feel through the double layer of silk and leather. He sensed it and hugged her fingers, his and her hand encircling the rod of the glasses. She forced her neck down a fraction of inches, enough to let her eyes meet his for a second, and she smiled. He blushed, and smiled also, then he took the glasses, put them on the desk and caressed both his wife hands, kissing them, finger by fingers, where the nails were showing through the silk and the excruciating tight leather, each subtle touch of his lips a small bolt of energy directed to her crotch. He finished, repositioned the glasses in her hand and helped her to find the right position.

- Dddeearhh… - she murmured, short of breath and blushing heavily. – You kknow whhhat it meanssh fohh me youhh touch…

He smiled, trying to appear indifferent.

- Can you see around?

- Yss, thnnk. Bbbbt I think we ccclld ajjust it ssmmway.

- Yes, was thinking the same. But maybe I arrived already to a solution. I will try it with Samantha, and if it works, I can do something similar also with you.

- Gggddd. Sss uuu lllatr…

- See you later, my love. And this night…

- Looovhhhe… - he blushed again.

- Eh, eh, eh!!! Ah, Where is our star?

- Gggrrdenn… - she gurgled starting to shuffle slowly on the corridor. - Whhht Mmme Huue.

He smiled, sighed and closed his eyes a little.

- Good, let’s take a little rest from the work at the moment. I want to see if Samantha is alright, then I can start again. I want to say to her again how much I love her… 

- he thought. - And check if her laces are still tight enough. Mey Hue sometimes is  much too soft with her…

He started to move on the corridors of his mansion, one of the few in this area that was not owned by rich nobles. He gained his position with sweat and sacrifice, and also a good dose of luck. He found the right occasion to buy a mansion, surrounded by large grounds, enough to maintain a small stable with horses, a big greenhouse and a small house for the gardeners. There was also a large kitchen garden and a small orchard. The garden was the private one, a small and cozy place created fittingly for his two girls, where they could enjoy the weather and their spare time in complete privacy. It was adorned with exotic plants and flowers, and to allow them to walk surely with their high spindle heeled boots, the paths were not made ofl gravel, but with perfectly smooth granite paving slabs. Everything there was done for them, and mostly for her, Samantha, his star and his dream on the Earth. 

He opened the door, looking at the garden in the shadows, the sun had already disappeared under the high wall that circled the garden. He immediately saw the Chinese maid, and so he then knew that the figure by her side, half lying, half sitting, was his daughter.

- Good evening, my beloved Samantha. - he said, smiling.

May Hue turned and smiled, rose from her chair and moved slowly towards her master, the long silk chinese dress in green and gold hobbling her, the short sleeves to show the black, shiny kid leather gloves caressing her arms from fingers to shoulders. The short slit on the gown was enough to show her small feet trapped inside ankle high heels boots, buttoned along the outer side with pearl buttons, there were silver cuffs around her ankles, connected ankle to the other with  with a slim chain in the same precious material, adding an unnecessary impediment to her stride, due to the fact that the cut of the dress was more tight than the length of the chain, but she insisted for having that sign of servitude, of bondage. She was a slave when she had arrived in England, she was a slave when she was freed by a friend of her actual owner, she continued to consider herself a slave of her master even if he said she was a free woman, a free maid. She liked to be in that house, she liked a lot to be the maid of Miss Samantha. 

due to the fact that she still was not understanding that to be a free woman was meaning to be so handicapped by corsets, gloves and other things.

- Miss Samantha is resting after a small tour of the garden. – she explained in a quite perfect English, only some slight accent on her subtle and musical voice. 

– I insisted she relaxed for a minute.

- Under the sun?

- No, master. You know I know what to do.

- Better check… - he said.

- Yes, master. – She smiled bowing a little. She was sure she did all as he requested. She always did something more of what he requested.

He moved along the path from the door to the quite vertical seat his daughter was reclining. It was a sort of slightly “S” shaped leather padded board, enough to permit her to rest a little, if tightly corseted, but not angled to create discomfort in  her rigid torso and her legs under the heavy gown. 

He was delighted she was dressed in a perfect summer dress that he had designed and a crafted tailor had cut and stitched in cotton and veils. Of his daughter there was not a millimeter of skin visible, the only way a lady could sunbathe. Her legs were hidden under three white cotton petticoats, then the gown of the dress was covering the petticoats, one more tight than the other, so she was constrained to have her legs held straight and tight next to each other, with no possibility to cross them. Her feet were enclosed in handmade ankle boots crafted in fine leather, the high heels obliging her feet to be quite en pointe, only the toes flat on the ground. The torso was corseted, an easy four inch reduction achieved by a double boned device, rendering her immobile from hips to breasts, covered by the warm leather, lined with silk. Over this the blue cotton of the dress, starting from the bodice, continued over her arms down to the wrists and up to her neck. 

He know that it was that way, but he couldn’t see it, due to the mantle in black heavy suede that was over her shoulders, brushing the floor and to the various white veils that were fixed to the large hat over her head and in front of her face, disappearing under the quite rigid neck of the mantle.

- How are you, my love?

- Fine… father… - she mumbled, the veils moving slightly. Her voice was soft and panting, covered by the various layers that were stealing her also a lot of air.

- May Hue, is she gagged?

- No, master. Maybe is the quantity of the veils I put over her face to protect her skin.

- How many?

- You said to me no less than four, but I thought that the double is a good number.

He smiled, nodding.

- She can see around?

- Barely. Under the veils I put over her eyes the tinted goggles, so her wonderful green eyes would not be harmed.

Another nod.

- Master, as you can understand, she is corseted as you requested when she is alone and during her leisure time, her neck stretched and tight but her head free to move, her arms sheathed by long kid gloves and the sleeves of the dress, but I think…

- Yes?

- Well, I think that she is so used to be restrained that maybe this time without any constraint is painful… - she mumbled.

- Is she right, my love?

- Yes… Father…

- She said me, sorry if I speak instead of her, but she remains out of breath quite easily, that when she moved to see the flowers, she tried to see them better, and the loose corset was quite painful, and the fact that her legs were free as her arms…

- I understand… - He nodded, than he moved in front of Samantha. 

– So you like the flowers, my love? You know, you are more and more similar to your mother. I obtained her love with a rose, you know?

She giggled under the veil, more a murmur than a true sound.

- I… like… them… It… seems.. they… attract me… Always… – she mumbled.

He nodded again, then he touched her dress to move away a fly. He widened his eyes.

- Thank you my love. I thank you a lot. – He laughed happily. 

– Sorry but I have to leave you. May Hue, it’s quite dinner time. You have an hour to change her. Lead your mistress in her room and prepare her for the occasion. Nothing too complicated, it’s not a formal event.

- Yes, master. – she bowed, then she grabbed gently the gloved hand of Samantha and started to lead the practically blind girl inside.