RetroXotique

They danced slowly, Paul supporting her at the waist and smoothly matching her restricted movements. At first every thing went smoothly and a crowd gathered to watch them. But the room was hot, her waistline was still painful and with the exertion of dancing her breathing became ragged. The world began to spin and Priscilla could only say "I’m sorry Paul" before she fainted away in his arms. Paul quickly carried her over to the ladies toilets and a crowd of women (including Alex and her friend) took over and carried Priscilla into the toilets. They soon realised with wonder and amazement that she was wearing a corset and while one was sent for smelling salts from the first aid kit, the rest opened her blouse and pulled down her skirt and loosened her laces. The smelling salts arrived and with a waft under her nose, Priscilla came round. Alex then stepped in and said "Right give her some air, everybody out, we will look after her", the other women slowly exited discussing Priscilla costume. Alex tried to question her and from her questions, Priscilla rapidly guessed that their had to have been something between her and Paul. ‘P.’ remembering Pails advice said nothing and as Alex was about to continue one of the other women stuck her head round the door and said "Paul says will ‘P.’ be able come out soon, as she has won the costume prize". 

Alex looked down at Priscilla and she nodded but then she had to say "But you will have to lace me up again as I wont be able to get back into my skirt". They helped her up, Alex with a bit of grim face and Priscilla explained what was required and then grasped the strong towel rail. Alex and her friend began pulling the laces a bit roughly, Priscilla thought, but she was in a hurry to get back to Paul and so she said nothing. Eventually Alex asked "How tight do we have to go", "leave about an inch gap" replied Priscilla. Priscilla could feel the corset getting tighter and tighter and when it felt as tight as it had ever been, she asked "It must be nearly their now", and Alex nodding to her friend answered "No, not yet still a bit to go". Alex then nodded again to her friend and they both heaved as hard as they could and the laces pulled through and the gap at the waist closed so that the corset edges even overlapped. Priscilla gasped at the pain and struggled to get some breath into her tortured lungs. Alex quickly tied off the laces , re-fastened the blouse, pulled up the skirt and frog-marched Priscilla out of the door into a waiting Pails arms. She managed to gasp "They have laced me to tight" before she fainted in his arms again. Looking daggers at a smirking Alex, Paul swept her up and carried her out of the function room door.

Priscilla slowly awoke in a strange bed, she realised that she was still wearing corset but loosened slightly, the shoes and the stockings. The corset felt loose at the bottom and she felt down and found the front laces undone. She then remembered the events of the night, after their return from the tennis club and lay back and went back to sleep with a smile.

Priscilla is overwhelmingly happy, she has moved into Pails flat, she now never wears anything less than 5" heels, she seeks out tighter skirts, has taken lessons in makeup from Anne and has started wearing a waspie corset at work. She managed to purchase the Victorian corset from the costume hire company and with Pails enthusiastic backing is now searching for an even longer corset with an 18" waist for those ‘special’ occasions.