RetroXotique

The next day Monday, she woke and felt rather strange taking the corset off to go to work, but with a little massaging of her waist and ribs thought nothing more of the night in the corset. She went to work and returned to the bedsit hoping to see a parcel from her granny. Nothing was on the hall table, so she went upstairs and continued her practice. First she donned the corset and laced it in with usual breaks to 23" and with another break and a lot of pulling which increased the pressure on her waist considerably, she managed 22", Priscilla also noticed that the pressure on her waist seemed to be a lot more from going from 23" to 22" , than it had been going from 24" to 23" , at 22" she noticed a shortness of breath and that her body was now even more rigid within the corset, she managed the hour and half with it laced at 22" and even managed a sandwich and a cup of tea. She then unlaced it and was glad to take it off, her ribs and waist were really beginning to complain. But again she had to admit that just before she took it off that her figure looked very fine as she viewed in the mirror. 

Priscilla then sat down in the armchair and relaxed for half an hour, after which she resumed her shoe practice, this time walking around the room and turning more, she was beginning to feel more confident and so she then she tried sitting down on one of the kitchen chair’s, as soon as she bent her leant back slightly, she lost all balance as she could not adjust backwards with her ankles as they already as far back as they could be above her near vertical foot , as soon as her centre of gravity went behind heels, her body and immediately pivoted back on the 7" spike heels, to land heavily on the chair. Priscilla then tried to rise and after several attempts, found that she needed to lean well forward to get her centre of gravity exactly over the shoes before she could exert any upward pressure from her knees, when she at last got it right she slowly started to rise, but immediately her ankles started to wobble violently and she sat down again, she tried again and this time by rising slowly, locking her ankles as best she could and keeping her centre of gravity exactly over the shoes she managed with some wobbling to get up. She then tried to sit down again and found she had to reverse the operation to get any control as she sat down. After several successful repetitions, Priscilla she felt a lot happier sitting and rising again in the shoes. Priscilla then continued ‘tottering’ about the room, although it was at least a controlled ‘totter’ most of the time, try as she might, the best stride she could manage was still only about 3" as there was no ankle rotation left to give her any more. "Well", she thought "That wont matter anyway, because, the skirt, when it comes, will only allow me very small paces.". 

It was now late and she was tired and her ankles were ankles and calves were hurting her more than the previous nights and the shooting pains in her calves were starting to cause little spasms in her legs. She sat down heavily on the bed quickly removed the shoes and quickly rotated her ankles to ease the spasm. She looked at the corset was going to get up and put in on again to go to bed, but then sat and decided she was just to tired and went straight to bed.

The next day at work passed slowly and Priscilla found herself slightly eager to get home mostly, the problem was although she seemed to be progressing OK with the shoes, she felt she had a lot of work to do on the corset, as she could only manage 22" at the moment for an hour an a half and she had to get down to 20" to get the skirt and the blouse on and wear it for about 3 hours at least on Saturday night. At 5 O’clock she clocked out and returned to her bedsit expecting to find a parcel from home, but their was nothing on the hall table. Priscilla was now worried and phoned her mother, and told Priscilla that her granny had decided that she needed special stronger unbreakable thread for the seams and a much stronger zip at the waist, and that she had had to take her granny into town on Monday morning to buy them, also that her granny had decided to put three buttons on the waist band as she thought it would be under a great strain. Priscilla’s mother then said that they had posted it on Monday evening and should their on Wednesday. After passing on various news about her work and weekend and catching up on the news from home Priscilla hung up the phone. She supposed it would be OK if the skirt and blouse did not arrive until tomorrow, as she still could not get the waist of the corset down small enough to fit the skirt. She then went upstairs and decided that she better try and get the corset down to 20" tonight to at least check that she manage it.

Priscilla closed the curtains, undressed and put on the corset and rapidly laced in down without stop in about 3 minutes furious lacing and pulling to 23", she did not think to allow her body to adjust to the tightness before this, as she was keen to see how it felt at 20", she had tied off the laces and stood up breathing heavily and gasping for air, she then realised how unbearably tight the corset had become all over, it seemed much tighter than it had the previous night, she then realised she had tightened much to quickly, she tried to rub her crushed waist and cramped ribs, but could get no relief or even feel the touch of her hands through close set bones and stretched fabric of the corset. The pain was getting worse and at her waist she started to feeling cramping pains, which made her want to bend to ease the pain, but the corset would not let her bend at all at the waist, Priscilla resisted the urge to loosen the laces, as she knew she still had a long way to go had to before Saturday and searching for relief started to perform a strange dance around the bedsit, squirming to try and ease the pain at her waist, stretching her upper body to try and raise her chest out of the to lessen the tightness on her ribs and all the time moving her hands from hips to waist to ribs rubbing against the unrelenting hard surface of the long corset. As she slowly spun around the room Priscilla began to whimper at the pain. It was getting to much to bear, she would have to loosen the laces !. Priscilla stopped to loosen the laces and found that the suffering n increased when she was still and she found she had to quickly continue her gyrations, the movements also made breath quicker and she found she was nearly hyperventilating trying to get enough air into her lungs. Eventually after about 5 minutes the pain lessened at her waist and hips to a dull numbness and her frenzied movements slowed along with . Her ribs though still ached every time she tried to draw a small breath, and she tried calm herself, so that her breathing was as shallow as possible. When the pain had subsided enough to bear, she examined herself in the mirror and found herself covered in sweat and there were tears on her face, she turned and collapsed on the bed feeling the corset dig her painfully as she dropped. 

Priscilla the lay very still, letting her breathing slow completely and the pain in her ribs gradually subsided to a dull ache and she considered her position. Priscilla initially was not sure that she wanted to continue, but soon realised that she really had no option, if she did not want to let everybody at the tennis club down, she then thought "It’s my own fault, I should not have tightened so quickly". She consoled herself that ‘Alex’ , her friend and the other women must be suffering as well as none of them could be used to wearing a tight corset !. 

She rose slowly from the bed, feeling corset pinch her ribs again, but not feeling much change at the waist, she quickly stood up, absolutely straight and calmed her breathing to ease her ribs and eventually she plucked up her courage and crossed the room to the hook, slowly she untied the laces from around her waist, hooked them on and slowly took up the slack, this time she pulled very slowly and took in half an inch at her waist, the pain increased a little at her waist but was still bearable, Priscilla tied off and rested as on previous nights. The next half an inch came slightly harder and she found she had to lean harder away from the hook to attain and as such her breathing rate increased and the pain returned to her ribs while as she straightened the cramps returned at her waist. Priscilla quickly tied off and stood quiet until her breathing eased and the pain at her waist returned to numbness. She rested and repeated until at 9 O’clock she was down to 21". On the last pull she found that she had been leaning forward and pushing as hard against the laces and it had taken her far longer this time to achieve the compression, the effort of pulling had increased her breathing against the rigid top of the corset and even though she had not pulled any slack out of top the corset, she thought some of the top laces must of slipped through on their own, under the tension, as it felt tighter than ever around her chest and she was struggling for breath . At her waist the numbness was spreading, but below the strange feelings had returned in her pelvic region and she found if she squirmed a little, the strange sensations increased and were quite pleasurable, Priscilla tried to squirm more but the corset was now quite rigid from chest to hips and held her like rock in those areas. She started to move around her the room trying to increase the feelings, and as her breathing increased, she suddenly started to feel faint again and just made it to the bed as she collapsed.

She woke in middle of the night to find herself lying again on the bed, the numbness at her waist had turned into a burning pain and also she needed to relieve herself, she dragged herself up and untied the laces, catching her fingers as she rapidly tried to let the slack out. As she quickly unlaced the pain at her waist increased and she forced herself to slow the operation to reduce the pain, even though she thought she was going to wet herself . At last Priscilla was free of the corset and she rushed to the bathroom.

The next day was Wednesday and Priscilla returned from work and decided to ring up and cry off from the coaching session, as her ribs still ached from the corset, She also considered crying off from Saturday night as she had still had not managed to close the corset to better than 21" without fainting and she was not sure she could manage to wear it through the night, she stopped in the entrance hall, She dialed the tennis club and the phone and it was answered by Gerry the Social Secretary, Priscilla explained that she was not able to attend the coaching session and Gerry said no problem, he would inform them. Then as Priscilla was going to broach the subject of dropping out on Saturday night, Gerry enthusiastically said "I heard, you bought a ticket, for Saturday night, we have sold quite a lot and there are still 3 days to go, I think it will a great night and some of the women have told me that they are really going to go to town on their ‘Tart’ costumes, (he had been talking to Alex), underwear, shoes, the lot, if all the women dress like that it will really make the night go. Well I must be going, I will pass on your message, Bye", and he was gone before Priscilla could say another word. She replaced the phone and stood their thinking "Oh, suppose I cant let him down and everybody else seems to be putting a lot into the preparation of their costumes, I shall have to get used to the corset somehow and maybe granny has realised I was being optimistic with my claims for the corset and made the waistbands on the blouse and the skirt 21" or even better 22" and I should be able to manage that. Yes I’ll bet she has done that, granny is very sensible", thinking of the blouse and skirt she noticed that there was still no parcel on the hall table and started to pray it would be there tomorrow.

She went upstairs and decided to take things slower tonight, have some tea, a bath to ease her ribs and then slowly lace down to 23" and then see how she felt. at about 7.30pm she was standing laced to 23", not feeling to bad at waist and hips and her ribs felt better as well as she had rubbed in a lot of baby lotion after her bath. Priscilla then sat down as best she could perched on the edge of a kitchen chair, having to push down against the corsets rigidity , she read her paper and then her book, rising every so often, to move around to ease the pain caused at her waist by sitting. At last she put her book down and moved to the mirror to vainly she realised, admire her reflection and move her hands slowly up and down then tight surface of the corset. As she was rubbing she remembered the sensations in her pelvis from the night before and suddenly got the urge to recreate them, She went over to the hook, attached the laces and began to pull, she rested quietly at about 22" without unhooking, just leaning forward to take the tension, but could not seem to calm her breathing. After 5 minutes she decided to continue anyway and leant forward and pushed forward with her bare feet to increase the tension. She found her self straining hard to get any compression and her breathing rate was increasing fast and she was close to fainting again, so she quickly backed off and tied off the laces. Priscilla then stood quietly until the rapid breaths reduced. She got a glass of water, finding it difficult to bend over the sink and considered stopping for the night, but she really wanted to reproduce the sensations of the previous night, Priscilla then untied and hooked on but instead of taking the tension she stood holding the laces tight at her back with one hand she then threw herself forward and gasped at the pain in her waist from the rapid compression, she quickly backed up tears forming and threw herself forward even harder the pain increased an "that’s enough" she thought, backed up and tied off her breaths coming fast and ragged and her breasts heaving up and down more than she would have thought possible. She staggered over to the mirror , grasping her waist with both hands, trying in some way to ease the pain from ring of steel and taught fabric around her tortured waist. As she looked at her reflection and her tiny waist in comparison to her heaving bosom and sharply defined hips, the image began to blur, her knees gave away and she collapsed in a faint on the floor.

Priscilla woke, shivering in the night, she could not sit up due to the corset, so she rolled over into kneeling position, grasped the dressing table and pulled herself upright still kneeling, she then pushed one leg out against corsets compression on her thigh and struggled on to her feet breathing heavily, she then turned, pulled the bedclothes back, fell into bed and dragged up the bedclothes , her waist seemed to have gone numb again from the compression and the strange feelings had returned in her pelvis, she wiggled her thighs and legs experimentally, which increased the feeling slightly, she tried to rub her pelvic area though the bones of the corset, but even though her breaths became rapidly shorter and shorter again and her head began to spin, she could not stop herself squirming and quickly fainted away again.

On Thursday morning she woke, late for work, with her waist totally numb, she dragged herself up by the bedhead and tried to stand but found that her legs had gone numb, she shook them and rotated her ankles, until the feeling returned. She stood unsteadily in front of the mirror, glanced at the clock and quickly unlaced the corset, as the corset laces spread under the tension of close to 20", when the corset was nearly undone, she began to feel the agony of pins and needles as the feeling to quickly and whimpered under the continuing pain, eventually it subsided, so she dressed rapidly and rushed into work.

After her tea she decided to try on the whole outfit, not with corset fully laced, not after last night, just to about 23" and leave the waist band open. Priscilla first donned the uplift bra and pulled the straps tight watching her breasts rise massively in front of her. She then put on the slip adjusting the straps so that it hung below the bra, next she started on the corset as usual but hesitated when she had pulled it over hips and thought "I will never be able to reach down and put the stockings and shoes on with the corset on, so she dragged the corset back down over her hips, sat on the bed, unwrapped the fishnet stocking and smoothed each one up her leg in turn, followed by a tight garter on each thigh, next she slipped on each of the shoes, making sure that they were really tight as she would be able to tighten them more when she put on the corset. She then put on the corset again and found she unexpected difficulty fastening the busk latches, as her much inflated bosom, hid them from view, but at last she managed and continued downwards. 

On completion, she tottered over to the hook beside the sink, finding that she had less control over her movements due to the tightness of the corset around her thighs. Realising that she would be unstable on the 7" heels, while pulling on the laces she first made a support avenue, between the backs of the 2 kitchen chairs and the table. Priscilla hooked on the laces, and tottered forward to take up the tension, as soon as she leaned forward, the heels of the ballet shoes rose off the ground and her ankles started to wobble under the increased load, she grabbed the chairs and the table for support and pushed herself back up on to her heels. She experimented and found that the only way she could stay stable was to spread her legs bend her knees, which dug the toes of the shoes into the kitchen area lino and then lean forward. This stance felt and looked very precarious as the toes of the ballet shoes were always threatening to slip backwards on the lino as the angle of her body increased as the laces were slowly pulled through. As she pulled, each time she thought the angle was getting to great, she had to grasp and lock off the pull laces behind her back with one hand , use the other hand for stability and ‘odge’ each ballet shoe forward by slightly leaning away from that side. Eventually she judged that she was at about 23" and grasped the laces and with difficulty ‘odged’ first one shoe, then the other underneath her body so that she could stand upright. She reversed back to the hook, finding it very difficult indeed to ‘totter’ backwards, unhooked the laces and tied them of around her waist. 

Priscilla then tottered back to the bed and picked up the blouse undid the long row of buttons at the back, held it up, slipped in her arms, turned slowly and carefully on her heels, so that she could see the buttons in the mirror and started to do them up. The first three would not stretch to meet across the back of the corset but after that they were OK if fiddly and it took a lot of effort and concentration to do them and keep stable on the heels. When at last they were all fastened she turned to view herself in the mirror. The blouse was very tight from waist to bosom and she had to pull it up slightly so that the it covered the edge of the bra, she tried to pull it up further as she felt she was showing an embarrassing amount of breast and cleavage but it was to tight around her waist and she had to stop when she could feel that the buttons beginning to tear. She turned from side to side and thought "That will certainly give the boys a thrill".

Priscilla next picked up the skirt and soon realised her next problem, their was no way she could get within 2 feet of the floor, even after bending her knees with corset holding her straight and added height of the heels. She dropped the skirt on the floor took hold of the dressing table for support and lowered herself to her knees, pivoting awkwardly on the toes the ballet shoes, she leant sideways picked up the skirt, bunched it up into a ring and then leant forward so that the extended toes of the shoes and her shins came off the floor. At full arms length and stretching backwards , she passed the ring of skirt over the toes of shoes and ‘odged ‘it up towards her knees, first one side and then the other, when she could get it no farther, using all her strength, she took all her weight on one hand and the toes of her shoes and heaved herself up little at the same time tugging the ring of skirt past her knees with her other hand, when it was fully past her knees, she sagged back in relief breathing heavily. After a rest she grasped the stiff waist band of the skirt and pulled it up to her hips where it got extremely tight and would not move even when she pulled as hard as she could as there was no give in the manmade fabric of the lining material. 

Priscilla then realised what she would have to do, she hauled herself to her feet and slowly minced and tottered to back to the lacing hook with skirt restricting her steps, she then pushed the satin skirt back down her below the corset towards her knees, untied the laces and hooked them on. She walked forward again and took the tension, she could not splay her legs as earlier as before as the skirt stopped so she had to stay more upright, this was OK as she only wanted to tighten the laces at the hip area so as to compress her hips which she had left loose on the initial lacing, when the pressure on her hips, stomach and bottom felt stated to feel a bit painful, Priscilla tied off and pulled up the skirt again and with some serious tugging, she finally got it past her hips and settled the waist band at her waist. Priscilla then drew up the zip which stopped well short of closing.  Priscilla could really only feel the tightness of the skirt from hip to calf, she could not see much of the skirt, due to her newly prominent bosom and the large frills on the blouse and the corset would not let her bend to improve her viewing angle. Anxious to view the effect, she started to move towards the mirror, stumbled grasped the chair as she came up against the skirts tightness, her knees were locked together, the tight skirt would not even allow the 3" maximum stride that she could manage in the high heeled shoes. Priscilla then remembered the line of buttons at the rear hem, but their was no way that the corset would allow to undo them, she would have to wait until she could take the skirt off.She moved her legs slowly and found that by sliding one knee in front of the other, pushing hard against the lining of the skirt, she could just about manage to move an inch at time, but she had no movement left for balance.

 Sighing a little, she realised the only way to get back to the mirror was to take ultra small steps while using the wall as support, she leaned against the wall and started her slow unstable journey around the room, past the sink, past the table to the corner, and down the other wall to mirror. 

The journey took 10 minutes to cover about 30ft, when at last Priscilla was in front of the mirror, she viewed the skirt on, the black satin material gleamed as tightly followed the corsets outline over her hips, she could see the outline of he compressed lower thighs as the skirt gripped her tightly from hip to thigh. "That’s what I would call skin tight" murmured Priscilla. She leant over and picked up the 4" wide patent belt from her dressing table and tightened it around her waist to the 3rd notch.  Priscilla then viewed her costume slowly from top to bottom, and decided that her costume and figure compared very well with the ‘Tart’ in the poster pinned to the mirror and was quite pleased with herself . She stood in front of the mirror and experimented with pouting her lips and pushing her hair up as she had seen girls do in films and thought to herself that she would made a pretty good looking ‘Tart’ !

After a while she undid the belt and pushed down the skirt, using a coat hanger to push it past her knees until it dropped to the floor, she then undid the fiddly buttons of the blouse one by one and pulled it off. Remembering the pain of the morning, she took her time unlacing corset releasing the tension slowly. When the laces were lose she undid the front busk, lowered the corset and stepped out of it. She sat down and unlaced the shoes and took them off, followed by the garters and the stockings. She picked up all the costume items and folded each one and stacked them neatly on the end of the dressing table, when she got to the skirt she undid each of the line buttons at the hem. Feeling quite pleased with herself she had a long bath and then went to bed.

The next day at work, her supervisor Mrs Purves came in to see how she was getting on, and said that she should really come along to a leaving party of one of the main office secretaries and get to know everybody. Priscilla felt she needed a night off after all her efforts of the past 2 weeks and met up with the party in a pub after work and had quite a good time, after several drinks (that she was not used to) she found herself swept along to a night club and more drinks and a 2 O’clock found herself being dropped off from a taxi outside her bedsit, feeling extremely drunk and starting to get nauseous. Priscilla opened the door and staggered up the stairs feeling sick. She got to her bedsit and ran for the toilet and was violently sick for what seemed like an age. By about 3 O’clock she felt slightly better and she swayed back to her bed and collapsed into a deep sleep.