Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Dressing for a Presentation

Chapter 10: Dressing for a Presentation After a few hours, the two prisoners were surprised to be served a rather good meal. Their cell doors were opened and plates of hot food set on the bed, along with a large mug of hot tea.

“What the hell is this?” asked Melinda sarcastically as she viewed the golden brown lumps of something next to the rice.

“Well, poppet, that there’s right off his Lordship’s table, it is. Called Chicken Tikka Masala, it is,” she was informed.

The smell was most attractive to the two women who had not eaten in a long time. Darlene began eating without hesitation, while Melinda was cautious about trying it. The lumps proved to be chicken, coated with a spicy covering and mildly hot. She ate it eagerly after the first taste.

“At least we won’t be starved,” Melinda commented, dryly. “Tortured, molested, and who knows what else, but not starved.”

Darlene did not reply, being too busy blowing on her tea to cool it enough to drink. Besides, there was really nothing to say. Their future was still uncertain and appeared to be totally out of their hands. At least, until someone made a mistake and their chance to run came.

Half an hour after they finished dinner, two of the henchmen, as Darlene thought of them, came in.

Each carried a large box, which he put down on the floor. The dishes were taken away and one box was pushed into each cell.

“His Lordship says you’re to dress in these clothes, he does,” one told them. “So get dressed right quick.”

Darlene looked into the box, wondering what kind of costume his Lordship wanted her to wear. First thing she lifted out of the box was a pair of high heeled shoes, the kind with very narrow Stiletto heels and an ankle strap. They were shiny black patented leather. Next came a pair of black lacy panties followed by a corset, also in black. Then something Darlene had not seen in a long time: a pair of nylons, the old fashioned kind with a seam down the back! Darlene stared at them in disbelief.

“What the hell is this?” said Melinda from the next cell. She was holding up the corset. Her box held identical clothing.

“That is a corset,” Darlene informed. “Girls don’t wear them nowadays but there were all the fashion –

about a hundred years ago.”

“Well, I ain’t gonna wear it!” Melinda exclaimed. “I’d rather be nude.”

Darlene was slipping on the panties which, although not being very much cloth at all, did cover her pubic patch – barely.

“Might as well, dear,” Darlene told her. “I’m sure they have ways of forcing us to comply.”

The grins on the two men watching them confirmed her assumption. Melinda put on the panties, and then held up the corset, staring in disbelief at the laces down the back and the stiff stays built into it.

“How the hell are we supposed to put this on? And I still don’t know what it is.”

“I’ll help you,” Darlene said. “If they will unlock our necks so I can reach you.” She looked to the henchmen with a question in her eye.

“Right you are, Miss. I’ll take off those chains but you don’t go trying nothin’ now. Ain’t no way you can get away.”

Melinda looked suspiciously like she was thinking about kicking the man entering her cell to unlock her neck. But the other man was watching carefully and the guy with the key did not seem too lax either.

She suppressed the urge – for now.

When released, Darlene went around to her daughter’s cell and held up her corset. “Now watch, because you’ll have to do this for me,” she told Melinda. “A woman just can’t put on one of these things by herself.”

“That’s stupid!” professed Melinda as Darlene was loosening the laces.

“Now turn around,” Darlene told her. “This goes around here, like this. Now I start to pull the laces in.”

Lacing up a corset is not a quick job. The laces have to be worked just so and then gone over again and yet again to assure tightness. These corsets were designed to constrict the waist and give the wearer an “hourglass” figure. Melinda had a pretty good figure to begin with, but as the corset tightened around her and her waist began to shrink, she complained that she was not able to breathe with that thing on.

“You’ll get used to it,” Darlene told her. “Women used to wear these all the time.”

“Ufff! Hey, not so tight!”

“It is supposed to be tight.” She tugged on the laces again and Melinda let out with a moan.

“There, now I’ll tie these off and you’re finished with that part.”

“How the hell am I supposed to reach those knots? They’re too high on my back!”

“Someone else will have to untie it for you.” Darlene stood back a couple steps and smiled. “You should see what you look like now,” she said.

“I’m blue in the face ’cause I can’t get in enough air,” the teenager complained.

“Now you put on mine. Do exactly as I did with yours.”

Melinda mumbled some nasty words, but loosened the laces on the other corset and fitted it around Darlene’s bare waist. She began pulling the laces in.

“No, tighter than that,” said Darlene. “It has to be tight or it won’t look right.”

“How the hell do you know about these damned things?” Melinda asked as she pulled.

“I wore one of these when I was in a school play back in college. It was about the…Ohhhh, that’s right, pull those in some more. The play was set in the South just after the Civil War and all the females cast members had to wear them. Ohhh! That should be tight enough. Knot them off.”

Melinda finished knotting off the laces and stood back. For one of the few times since she learned to talk, she was speechless. The way Darlene’s waist was pulled in and the curves it gave her were amazing, as was the way the top supported her breasts, putting them on display rather than hiding them. When she could finally say something, it was, “Gosh! Do I look like you do?”

“Yes, only better.”

“Damn! My boyfriend would go ape over this!”

“Hey, you two, quit admiring yourselves and get dressed!” came a gruff voice from outside the cell.

“I still can’t breathe too well. Okay, what’s next?”

“You put on those nylons.”

“These things? Looks like someone cut off the tops of a pair of pantyhose.”

“All the women wore those before pantyhose came along. Put your foot in there and pull it up. Careful not to snag it or you’ll get a run.” Darlene was pulling on a nylon as she told Melinda how to do it. “Now you connect the garters.”

“Huh? You mean these things hanging down?”

“Yes. Watch me. The top of the nylon goes in here and then this snaps in here. See? Do the same for the others. Oh, no… You’ve got your seam crooked. The seam in the back has to be straight down the back of your leg. See mine?”

“This is crazy!” protested Melinda. But she attached her nylons to the garters and made sure her seam was straight. She looked at Darlene then down at her legs. “Wow! I don’t know why, but this makes you look sexy as hell.”

“You look pretty nice in them too.”

“Now the shoes?”

“Right. Be sure to buckle the ankle strap.”

With the last strap buckled, the two women, now dressed – sort of – stood to face the men.

“Damned nice!” one commented. “Makes my prick hard as hell!”

“Me too. You sure we couldn’t get a little piece off them? Won’t take long.”

“His Lordship wants them brought up to the library. We ain’t got time.”

“Shit! We never get to play with the best ones!”

“If you two ladies will step this way…” the man with the keys told them, waving his hand towards a doorway.

“Whoa! Hey, how do you walk on these things?”

Melinda almost fell down with her first step. Walking on those heels, which were so high that she was almost standing on her toes, was a skill she had never learned. Darlene was a little shaky on them, having never been in such high heels before. Together they took unsteady steps in the direction indicated.

The next room looked like something out of a horror movie. There were whips hanging on the walls, many coils of rope here and there, and some other devices that were unfamiliar to the two women but probably something they would not like.

“His Lordship says you’re both to be single gloved when we bring you up. So you first, come over here.”

He took what looked like a long black leather sack off the wall and loosened a set of laces down its back. Then he ordered Darlene to turn around and put her arms behind her back. She did, and felt him slide the leather sack over her hands and then up her arms. When her fingers were pressing against the pointed bottom, he pulled two straps over her shoulders and buckled them to hold the arm binder on. Then he began pulling the laces in, starting with the end by her fingers and working his way up the arm to the top, which was a couple inches above her elbows. Then he began at the bottom again and went back up, pulling them tighter. Darlene could feel her arms being pushed together then pressed hard against each other by the encasing leather. Only when he could not tighten the laces any more did he tie several knots at the top. Her arms were now encased in leather from fingertips to above the elbows, tightly held together all that way.

Melinda said nothing as she watched this procedure, but she was impressed with what it was doing to Darlene’s figure. The corset was one thing, but the pulling of her elbows tightly together made her breasts stick out. The two of them combined to make her look very, very sexy. Melinda was amazed.

Then it was her turn. Being younger and more flexible, it was less of a strain for her to bring her arms together. In a few minutes, her arms were encased in smooth black leather with absolutely no chance of her freeing herself.

Dressed and bound, the two of them were led up some stairs, which they had to traverse very cautiously, what with no hands and tottering on those high heels. Then down a corridor and into a spacious room lined with books. A large fireplace along one side held a crackling fire, and raindrops pattered against the windows. Sir Sedgewick Harcourt stood before the fireplace, a brandy snifter in his hand. Next to him stood a younger man, tall, regal of bearing and also holding a glass. As they approached the two, still very carefully because walking on a plush carpet in thin heels was not easy, they both noticed that the younger man was really quite handsome. His black hair was cut short and his eyes were of an intense blue and almost sparkled in the firelight.

“Ah, here they are,” said Sedgewick. “Reggie, may I present you with your birthday present!”