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Excerpts from the Diary of Gabrielle Van Wettering (nee van Hessel)

by Mike
Chapter Five


March 10th 1835

We are reaching the Indies and the heat is oppressive, I can manage no movement whilst I am masked as I need every breath of air just to survive, I lay on my bed fully dressed, with my corset now fully closed, and my collar tight and even though I wear the corset closed at all times, my husband still insists on the Austrian belt. He says that my narrow waist is one of the few things he can still admire about me, and always turns the screws a little tighter. I must suffer these predicaments, it is my own fault I have failed him in so many ways.

March 12th 1835

We have docked in Batavia and if I was hoping for some release, it was not forthcoming, my husband has declared me in feeble health and as such I would be carried from the ship. This morning I was left in my leg binders and dressed in my best day dress. My mask was removed and my mouth filled with a large kerchief and then a blind mask was fitted and then hidden behind a veiled sun bonnet and I was carried from the Maartel by two natives and driven in a carriage to my husbands house. 


March 16th 1835

I have not as yet seen anything of my husband’s house except the bedroom as I have been bound ever since. In the morning I am dressed still in my leg binders, my mouth gagged, my ears plugged and my blind mask fitted and carried down to the drawing room, there I am placed on the sofa and left all day in this position, the only relief has been when Lissa removes my mask to feed me and sometimes when my husband returns during the day to service me. He just upends me, tosses all my petticoats over my head spreads my bound legs and takes his pleasure. The only good thing is that he has now using my front pleasure hole and now I get some release. 

I am left upended until Lissa comes to right me. In the evening I am taken up early and I am allowed an hour of freedom from the binders and mask to perform my ablutions and keep this diary which my husband has insisted I keep. I am then fitted with the bedroom boots, arms and legs tightly bound, the high posture collar and the breast bar and propped up on cushion so that my arse is at the right height for my husband if has the fancy to service me without bending down. I have not seen my husbands face, heard his voice or been able to speak to him for three days now, but I hope when he allows me to see and speak to him I will be able to convince of my deepest repentance and that he will one day release me this strict bondage.

March 18th 1835

Today some change, my mask let me see through two small pinholes, my ears were unplugged, but my mouth was still fully gagged , my nipple chain were released slightly and Lissa fitted a wide leather strap underneath my bosom and then over my shoulders and pulled it tight, so that my bosom was lifted high, but still keeping my nipples down. I was then dressed in my most ornate evening dress, I had not worn it on the ship because of it’s immense size. It took sixteen newly laundered and fully starched petticoats to fill the skirt, so that it was fully 8ft across and its beret sleeves were at least 3ft wide and the same from front to back, the collar has an enormous frill which extends a foot either side. I was carried down to the living room and placed on the sofa, I could not see much, but my husband then upended me and took me roughly from back and front, I then felt the four inch dilator forced into my arse and then another dilator was pushed in my front pleasure hole, it felt so big, I thought I would burst.

My husband then explained to me that the Island community wanted to see his new wife and as such I would be on display today. He had put it about that I could not speak and my face was covered due to being sunburnt on the voyage. With that the servants entered and they lifted me onto a heavy stand which was waiting in the centre of the room. The stand had two cups into which my bound knees were inserted and strapped down tight, Lissa came and fitted a pot face over my mask and then a colossal, beringletted, bright red wig was fitted to my head. A most enormous heavy hat festooned with ribbons was fitted atop the wig and fastened underneath my chin. Lissa placed a mirror in front me and angled side to side so that I could see my reflection. I looked like a doll, my waist was minute, seemingly visibly even smaller than it’s 3” width by the panelled vertical stripes of the bodice, it was dwarfed into nothing in contrast to the massive skirts below and the distended beret sleeves either side. My bosom was a mountainous mass of white flesh rising heavily and falling with each breath, straining at the edge of my décolleté, each pant pulled hard at my nipple chains and stretched my nipples unmercilessly. My pot face was a perfect picture of mine own; I don’t know when it was made. While I was waiting my husband returned with the Austrian belt and screwed it harshly into my waist, so that I nearly fainted, saying that I must look my best for today. At least forty visitors came, mostly males but some husbands and wives, all spoke and commiserated at my illness and all I could do was occasionally shake my bound arms which moved my artificial arms slightly in reply. I was complimented on my outfit and I heard several of the males insisting that their wives order something similar, and one even clasped my waist and encouraged his wife to attain similar proportions. She looked dismayed as she was a portly woman and it was obvious by the heaving of her bosom, that she was already laced to the utmost, but still had a waist of over 20”. Her husband was adamant and I heard them say that she would be laced to the point of fainting when they returned home. When the last visitors had left, I was taken down and carried to the carriage, and we toured the area letting everybody see me in my finery.

I sit here now perched on a stool, I have been released from the armbinders to write this piece, but the pot mask, hideous wig, enormous hat, leg binders and the two enormous intrusive dilators remain in place. 

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