Chapter Four - The Flight
The morning came and I was totally exhausted. I was taken out of the gag, the
corset and foot trainers. As the collar was pulled away from my neck I could see
in the mirror the damage the tiny needles had done. Lady Henley rubbed a
solution into my neck then bound it as tightly as she could with an elasticised
bandage. "You survived the night. Aren't you proud?"
I nodded as best I could with the bandage strangling me - I certainly couldn't
speak, the gag had left my tongue so bruised and punished it simply filled my
mouth and made speaking impossible. "Don't worry about your tongue hanging out,
Geena. We shall wire your jaw shut for the flight."
Oh my God...
"The bondage for the flight will be so subtle no one will see it. But you will
feel every inch of it, my love."
Her aim was to make me as smart as possible and beneath that smartness I was to
be tortured beyond endurance. I was later to learn that any public appearance
demanded this, and that was indeed what Virginia enjoyed the most.
To be honest there was a part of me that looked forward to it too.
Lady Henley's training was already working.
After the foot trainers came off I quickly understood how they had worked.
My feet were in such agony from the wounds that the needles had made I could
only bear to walk on my tip-toes. So 7-inch high-heeled leather ballet shoes
were indeed the only shoes I could wear from now on. Lady Henley produced a pair
of them to lace onto my feet. Thank god for small mercies.
Next a 7-inch long dildo was inserted into me and strapped in place. Then an
incredible whalebone corset was laced on, quickly tightened down to the
requisite 18 inches.
I thought that was all, until my neck was put in a greyhound's wide leather
choke leash and I was strapped by it up so high that I was almost being hung
from the top of the four poster... "Stay perfectly still Geena and you won't be
strangled."
Then the corset was tightened even more, taking my waist down to 17 inches!
I didn't move or make a sound, but inside I was screaming.
She released me from the choke leash. I could breathe again, sparingly.
I was trembling with fear and excitement as she brought out a one-piece
whalebone-reinforced suede hobble dress that stretched from high under my chin
in a 5 and a quarter inch high collar, to just below my knees with a long fan
train that covered my heels. It was exquisitely beautiful, but it looked far too
small for me.
I thought she wound never get it on, but of course she had a way. She dipped the
whole dress in hot water, so it would stretch. Then squeezing my arms into the
long sleeves and fastening it at the back all the way down she managed to get it
on me, "Now this will seem a little loose at first Geena but as it dries out it
will tighten all over. Then I will be able to get you into your traveling
clothes."
As I ate breakfast, only just managing to swallow the tiniest mouthfuls, the
suede started to dry and contract. I passed out soon after that. The food might
have been drugged or I was being strangled - I couldn't tell for sure. Either
way, I came around momentarily for a brief nightmare vision.
From the top of my head to the tips of my toeboots, I was strapped into a
dentist's chair. An ingenious face-brace held my jaws clamped shut with my lips
peeled back to reveal my gums. Lord Henley was drilling hooks into my gums and
wiring my jaws tightly shut. "There," he said, "That'll keep you quiet Geena. I
don't want to see you punished for complaining again!" He smiled as I passed out
again, this time from the pain.
Next time I came to, my eyes flickered open and I saw from my reflection in the
chauffeur's divide that I was sitting in the back of a limousine that was
gliding down a freeway. My suede sheath was still tight about me, but on top of
it an elegant tweed suit, stiflingly hot, now encased by body from my neck to my
toes. At my neck a stiff 5 and three quarter inch collar made of beautifully
white cellulite was held in place with a smart silk tie.
So I had now three layers of bondage around my neck - first the elasticised
bandage, then the ever-tightening suede collar from my corset-dress, and finally
the pretty white collar held formally in place by the tie. Of course this could
be tightened up after the suede drew in more. I would always look as smart and
erect as Lady Henley desired me to.
I tried to groan, but nothing came out. I was completely mute! Then I remembered
the dream of having my jaws wired shut. But in the window reflection I could see
myself smiling calmly! My mouth was no longer my own.
Gerard was smiling at me; he spoke in a hoarse voice, "You look very happy
Geena... very smart indeed." He was wearing a classic black suit and a stiff
collar similar to Lord Henley's but about an inch higher, and it looked very
tight. Somehow he was enduring this. Lady Henley tightened his tie a bit more,
and glanced at me, "We'll be at the airport soon, dear. Then you will walk to
the plane just like anyone else."
I smiled back at her, but my eyes were filled with tears. I was her slave, her
plaything, her dream come true. As the limo drew to a halt she leaned over and
tightened my collar a little more, and then around the collar she wound a long
fur muffler, so no one could see just how cruelly my neck was bound.
Then she pulled my hair back even tighter, twisting the bun at the top of my
head as tightly as her strong arms could manage. She clamped a pillbox hat over
the hair knot and let its veil fall loosely over my agonized eyes. "There! she
said, "Now you really do look perfect!"
I could just about manage a six inch step, teetering on my toeboots beneath the
long suede and tweed dresses. A long and very heavy leather cape had been added
that made walking even harder. I wanted to hold onto Gerard to avoid falling or
fainting, but I couldn't. I had no arms.
It seemed to take us forever to reach the plane. When I was finally strapped
into my seat I was awash in sweat. My perspiration had loosened the suede sheath
somewhat, except at my neck where the stiff collar and silk tie held in place.
But the sheath would dry again soon, and I feared that together with the awful
corset, it would eventually cut me in two!
We took off and climbed to 33,000 feet. The suede dried and squeezed me more
tightly than before. Soon Lady Henley was able to tighten up my collar a little
more. She was delighted!
The flight was to be 11 hours long. I wondered how I would survive it.
Lady Henley talked incessantly. She told me how much she looked forward to
starting my training in earnest when we got to the estate. She promised that by
the time she'd finished with me I would easily be able to endure the tightest
bondage Virginia's wardrobe could offer. She was certain I would enjoy every
second of it too. It was in my genes after all. And to top it off, she said, I
would become one of the wealthiest women in the world.
Inspired by this I decided to look forward to the suede tightening around me
even more. I tried to imagine just how cruel my bondage could get. Of course I
later discovered that my imaginings had been far too mild compared to what
really awaited me.
My breathing was shallow and restrained as I tried to relax. I slipped off into
an extremely uncomfortable sleep. When I woke up, we were finally landing. My
dress was tighter than ever, and Lady Henley was fixing a wide brooch at the top
of my tall collar that had a viciously sharp glass rose set into it. The razor
sharp rose pricked at the skin just under my chin forcing me to hold my head
even higher still. "No more sleeping for you Geena!" she chided me, "We're
home!"
I would have said thank you, but my wired jaw and swollen tongue prevented me
from making any noise at all. But I was trembling in anticipation!
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