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Imagination 8
"So! For your practice. You will prepare me for bed."
I stood, with some immediate relief from that chair, and tried to work
out quickly what I would have to do.
Obviously, the first thing was to undress her. This big woman, standing
in front of me with her legs slightly apart was dressed as a nurse. Now,
these days, nurses generally wear a tunic top and trousers but then it
was a dress which buttoned down the front rather like a shirt-waister
and with an elasticated belt holding it in. Sister Sarah was built for
endurance rather than speed which meant there was a lot of her above and
below the belt and I was soon to discover that this meant the employment
of large quantities of very strong and rather rigid foundation wear
which I would have to manipulate.
Remembering to keep my legs together whenever I stood still, I started
on this marathon. It was so different to removing Sally's delicates that
I had to rethink how I did everything. Removing her belt and unbuttoning
her dress was easy but then matters became more complicated.
She was wearing a full petticoat which was quite a close fit,
particularly over her rather mountainous breasts. How to remove it? Then
it dawned on me that it would be easier to lower it than trying to
remove it over her head.
I released the straps from her shoulders and then lowered the petticoat
down to around her ankles.
"Will you lift a foot, please, Sister Sarah."
With a slight smirk, she lifted her foot while I shifted her petticoat
away and then lifted the other one without me asking.
I was then faced with the next challenge. What to remove next? She was
wearing a pink bra with enormous full cups and a broad band round her
chest which was closed at the back by a series of hooks and eyes. Easy
to remove, but should I expose that part of her first? Did I want those
massive breasts swaying in front of me and probably getting in the way
while I dealt with the rest of her underpinnings? Oh, well!
"Please tell me the correct way to continue undressing you, Sister
Sarah. This isn't something I have ever done before and I don't know how
best to continue."
"Well goodness me! The girl is learning better than I expected. She
asks! Although I'm a little surprised you haven't explored any ladies
underpinnings before! Hm, probably they were not quite the same style as
my preference. Start by removing my stockings."
Explored a ladies underpinnings! I'll admit to a quick grope with my
long-time friend Linda but exploration? No, not in detail, although that
was about to change, wasn't it?
I was hardly experienced but I did have an idea how suspenders worked
(thank you, Linda) However, Linda's narrow satin suspender ribbons bore
no resemblance to these hefty elastic suspension devices. I carefully
released all six studs from their loops and then lowered her stockings
down her legs. She actually raised each foot in turn without my asking.
I added her stockings to the growing pile on the other chair - the one I
wasn't allowed to sit on - and then faced her.
"Now my knickers."
Again I lowered these; pink satin French ones with a lace trim. They
joined the pile.
I was now left facing her fearsome-looking girdle and bra.
"I think my bra should be removed next. You know how it closes?"
"Yes, Sister Sarah. A set of hooks and eyes at the back."
"Good! Release them gently, I don't want to have my breasts released
with a jerk. It's not nice, as you will find out, so ease it off and
allow them to assume their natural position gently."
This I did, to be faced by two huge pendulums swaying in front of me.
Even in this situation, little Henry started to twitch rather badly and
it was obvious that she could see it from the look on my face. Not only
that, but what did she mean by 'as you will find out'?
"I see your little thing likes the look of my breasts, Frilly. Why don't
you handle them a little and see how heavy they are. You really do need
to know and I think your little thing will enjoy it."
I knew I didn't have any option. I did as I was told and little Henry
started to get quite painful inside his cage. This was something I could
really do without.
And why did I need to know how heavy they were?
"From the look on your face I can see it does enjoy it, Frilly. Carry on
for a bit longer then. Lift them up and feel their weight!"
I was forced to continue playing with her breasts for another ten
minutes while little Henry suffered more and more. Finally she stepped
back and smiled.
"I think your little thing is getting a little exhausted, isn't he! We
can't give him too much excitement in one go. Time to finish the job,
Frilly. You may have the pleasure of removing my girdle. Do you know how
to do it?"
"I'm not sure, Sister Sarah. Please tell me."
She smiled again.
"The front panel is held on my left side by a series of hooks and eyes.
Release those first."
I reached forward to start but she pulled me forward until my face was
buried deeply between her breasts!
"Now do it, Frilly."
I fumbled around until I found the top hook and released it followed by
the remaining nine from her waist down to her upper thigh. Little Henry
pulsed again!
She then released me from her grasp and pointed out the cross-lacing
with the knot tied in the centre. She showed me how to release the knot
and then ease the lacing until her girdle slipped down her thighs.
"There now, Frilly, that wasn't difficult, was it? You can look forward
to wearing a girdle like one that in the near future as part of your
training. Now you can finish off by getting me into my nightdress and
negligee."
I thought I had done fairly well until she finally pointed out that her
breasts need to be lodged in the nightdress cups and so I had to handle
them again, raising them up inside her nightdress until they were
properly nestled in place. Poor little Henry!
"Well done, Frilly. You are showing some signs of improvement but you
will have to be much quicker than that in future. We have taken nearly
an hour over a job you will be expected to do in about ten minutes or
less."
Ten minutes! I was still quailing at the idea that I would have to wear
a girdle like hers. It was boned and laced with six very large
suspenders and it held her rigidly from her waist to the tops of her
thighs. I could see the point of her wearing such a thing as there was a
lot of her around her hips and bum which probably had to be kept under
some sort of control, but why for me? I was as skinny as a rake by
comparison. Nothing of mine wobbled bar little Henry.
"I can see what you're thinking, Frilly. It's a matter of control, in my
case bodily control, but in yours, it's all about your mind!"
That was no consolation whatsoever!
Training continued for the rest of the day. Sitting on that confounded
chair, re-doing my make-up and mincing around the room keeping my
strides short, my thighs together, wiggle my hips and always remembering
to stand with my legs and feet together whenever I stopped moving. Apart
from short stops for my very meagre evening meal and my ablutions, I was
kept hard at it until I was ordered to bed for the night.
Sister Sarah gave me a small drink before I was told to lie down. She
stepped out, switching the light off as she went. I heard the key turn
in the lock shortly afterwards.
I woke the next morning short of breath. I had to pant a little to get
it back. It didn't take long to realise that my training bra strap was
considerably tighter than it had been the night before, as was my belt.
Feeling around, I could find no release for the bra strap at all and my
belt was locked in position. My ear lobes felt funny and exploring them,
I realised that they had been pierced and that there was a keeper in
each. Both ears were stinging a little. I didn't imagine that taking
them out was an option I would get away with.
The door clicked open and Sister Sarah walked in with that smile on her
face.
"You did so well yesterday, Frilly, I decided that we could move on with
your training a bit more. Up you get and go and do your ablutions. When
you have done that you may have your breakfast and then we will get on
with the day's learning."
I raised myself gingerly out of bed. I couldn't rush, I couldn't get the
breath. I stepped into my mules only to realise immediately that they
weren't the same ones I had worn the day before. The heels were at least
an inch higher. Oh joy!
I tottered into the toilet, a pee, a wash and a fresh condom for little
Henry; how it hurt pulling it over my aching balls! Keeping those mules
on was more difficult than before and I found I had to take smaller
steps or they would fall off between steps. I minced over to the table
where my miniscule breakfast was set out and sat to eat it.
Wonderful! The back of the seat had been raised again so my shiny satin
gym knickers were even more likely to slide me down unless I pushed
against the slope while still remembering to keep my knees and feet
together, of course.
It didn't take long to finish such slim pickings and I looked forward to
being able to stand, still the lesser of two evils, but I was kept
sitting while Sister Sarah instructed me in detail about the next part
of my make-up regime. Life (life?) was getting more and more difficult.
Pushing against the chair seat while remembering to keep my knees and
feet together all the time but still paying rapt attention to what
Sister Sarah had to say as I knew I would have to both repeat it back to
her in detail and then do it.
I was finally allowed to stand and mince across to the make-up table
where I had to practice blusher and powdering after applying my
foundation. All this again and again until Sister Sarah was satisfied
that I had got it right.
Lunch followed with yet more time on the training chair, of course
before, joy of joys, more walking training! Round and round the room
with short mincing steps accompanied by a constant stream of criticism.
"Shoulders back, chest out, make those hips work. Thighs, Frilly, your
thighs! Keep them together! One foot in front of the other, not out to
the sides, you aren't training to be a navvy! Faster, Frilly!"
This would go on for about half an hour followed by fifteen minutes on
the training chair and then another half hour of walking. Then to make
sure I didn't favour either leg, walking in the the reverse direction
round the room.
"You'll be doing this every day, Frilly, until you can walk in five inch
stilettoes like a model and be able to do it all day so, the sooner you
learn to do it properly, the better!"
Had I dared, I would have disagreed vehemently but I knew for certain
that it would get me nowhere except into Sister Sarah's bad books and I
already knew that being in what I thought were her reasonably good books
was no comfort at all!
My mules had, I thought, about a three inch heel but at least they were
fairly wide so balancing wasn't too difficult, but the thought of five
inch stilettoes was really frightening. I hoped she didn't mean it, but
I had a horrible feeling that she did.
After my inevitably tiny tea she had another treat in store for me. I
had to prepare her for bed again but more quickly this time. She didn't
expect me to take more than half an hour this time.
I wondered what terrors of lingerie and foundations for the, shall we
say, larger lady I would come across this time and worse still, which of
these she would suggest I might also be wearing sometime in the future.
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