Controlling Christine, Book Two

Chapter Two-2

My Master and I enjoyed the planning process, and soon came up with a schedule for the wedding, deciding we would only have close friends and no family at the ceremony and small reception. A couple of Saturdays he took me downtown with Danielle and Antonnia; Danielle to act as my Matron of Honour and Guardian while shopping for a wedding gown. He loaned Danielle a remote control for my Chastity Belt and Bra on each occasion, and she, of course, fulfilled the role of Guardian, ensuring that I remained always under inescapable control. Although I thought I would somehow be allowed a little more freedom when I was permitted to leave the house, I still had to wear, hidden beneath my conservative outer clothing, a mid-calf length ‘Bar and medium-length wire hobbles, together, of course, with the ‘Belt, Controller Cup-equipped Bra, and all of my normal chains.

Eventually, I decided on a gown, then came the long and involved process of getting it fitted properly. Danielle, Antonnia and I went to the shop one Saturday, with me discreetly veiled to hide my nose rings and the thin gold chains leading from them to my ears.

“Ah! Good afternoon ladies! Thank-you again for choosing your gown here!” the sales woman greeted us as we entered the shop.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Johnson!” Danielle returned her greeting while Antonnia and I stood slightly behind, our gloved hands hanging onto the straps of our shoulder purses. I was silent because she’d warned me when we got out of the car that I was once more subject to my speech-inhibitor. I was still deeply embarrassed to be seen out in public wearing nose rings, despite having them hidden from sight by my opaque veil. Now that I stood there in the Bridal Shop, I couldn’t help the nervous shivers running up and down my spine. No one could possibly know I was confined so severely beneath my innocent-looking outer clothing, but I was a nervous wreck with worry that someone would discover my restraints. My ankle length skirt and three-inch-heeled knee boots concealed everything below my waist, while the bulky-knit sweater and jacket hid my upper body harness and restraints. A carefully knotted scarf covered my collar.

“Christine would like to try on the gown she decided on last week,” Danielle said walking towards one of the large fitting rooms at the back of the store. I followed wordlessly, hearing with every step the muted clinking of my Chains.

“Very good Madame,” the sales woman said, c*****g her head curiously to one side to listen to the metallic clashing of the links emanating from beneath my skirt. I’d tried to muffle their noise even more by wearing a couple of cotton petticoats, but they only made walking more difficult and hadn’t prevented the sounds from being heard. Damn! “I’ll bring the gown in for you in just a minute. Please make yourselves comfortable,” she said pointing to the door of the fitting room.

“Thank you,” Danielle said, “Come along Antonnia and Christine. I’ll help get you ready.”

We walked slowly to the room and she closed the door carefully behind us then turned to me and grinned.

“Now! That wasn’t so hard was it?” she asked. I shook my head nervously, still scared to talk for she hadn’t told me I was free yet. “Okay, Christine, you go over behind the screen there and take off your clothes. When she brings the gown in, Antonnia and I will help you get dressed, then you can come out to the pedestal and we’ll get the fitting done.”

I nodded and followed her orders, for that’s exactly what they were. In moments I was out of my street clothing and standing nervously, staring into the mirrors at the reflection of myself fastened into my blatantly controlling undergarments and chains. The gleaming Bar stuck menacingly down between my legs and I shivered at the sight and with the feeling of it being so obvious, especially when I tried to bend over and the hobble chains snapped tight to my ankle cuffs. A small groan of embarrassment whispered past my lips when the door to the fitting room opened and the sales lady entered with my gown. I heard Danielle thank her and ask her to wait while she assisted me into it, then she came around the screen with the bulky garment in its clear plastic bag draped over her arm. When she saw me standing waiting, her full red lips curved into a satisfied smile while she once more drank in the sight of me: a prisoner in my hi-tech bondage equipment. It was only the second time she’d seen me like this, and she gloated at the sight for a moment.

“Christine,” she whispered conspiratorially, hanging the gown on a convenient hook, “let’s get you into your gown, then they can do the adjustments.”

I nodded wordlessly, feeling the collar seem to clamp tighter around my neck while she unzipped the bag and carefully extracted the long, frothy white dress. I seconds she had its back unbuttoned.

“Step into the gown, dear,” she commanded, lowering it to a spreading expanse on the rose-coloured carpet. I stepped gingerly into the centre of the circle, then Antonnia drew the heavy satin gown slowly up my legs and body and began the process of fastening all the intricate little connections that would contain me within the dress. It took a long time, but at last I stood before her, fully enfolded within the strangely restricting clouds of satin and lace; feeling, as I’m sure most women must, more than just a little self-conscious. With the exception of my nose rings, all of my other, more sinister metal equipage was now hidden by the ruffled and flounced bodice and the long, full skirts of the gown. The crinolines and petticoats beneath the overskirt puffed it out around my legs, then Antonnia held out white pumps. I slipped into them easily, by now used to the six inch heels. The gown’s high, white, choker-collar of lace covered my steel one perfectly, with only discreet bumps at the front and back revealing the underlying leashing rings, while the full sleeves came down to well past my wrists, hiding the steel cuffs and my Reminder Chains beneath an innocent covering of opaque lace. Danielle handed me the inner veil and I slipped it over my head, adjusting it so that it rode the bridge of my nose, curving below my eyes, then falling in a series of semi-transparent folds over my lower face, almost to waist-level. On top of this came another veil of much finer lace, and it covered my entire face and head, falling almost to my knees. I was ready to meet the fitting room ladies and after a brief, final inspection of myself in the triple mirrors, I moved slowly into the main part of the room, trying to get used to the heavy swaying of the skirt and underclothing against and around my legs while I walked to, then mounted the little podium.

“Ah, Mademoiselle! You look totally enchanting!” the sales woman gushed, inspecting me closely, her eyes slipping expertly over my figure.

“Indeed, Miss! That gown was made just for you,” said the other. “Now, if you would just turn slowly, we’ll be able to see where the adjustments need to be made.”

I did a slow spin while behind them Danielle held up my remote control and nodded that I could now speak.

“It seems very close to a perfect fit right now,” I said, looking down as much as my hidden steel collar would permit.

“You are correct Mademoiselle;” the first one said, “but I think we need to let the hem down a little and perhaps tighten the bodice somewhat, but those adjustments should be all that needs to be done.”

“Oh. Okay,” I replied, “Just tell me what you’d like me to do.”

“Surely, Miss,” the second one said. “Now, please stand still while we check the hem length. When we’ve finished pinning it, I’d like you to step down and we’ll correct the bodice. After that, you can remove the gown and we’ll have it ready for a final check next Saturday.”

“Thank you, ladies. Please go ahead. I’m really looking forward to wearing this gorgeous dress.”

“You should be Mademoiselle! It is a beautiful creation, and you look truly glorious in it.”

They quickly made their adjustments to the hem and I stepped down so they could tighten the bodice. As they held the material, the first one’s hands brushed lightly over the deeply compressing straps of the bra’s harness imprisoning my upper body. She glanced up into my eyes.

“Mademoiselle! I see you wear very stringent undergarments!” she said in a low voice. “The only ones I have ever seen more ... ah ... compelling than what you wear, were worn by a customer last year. Her future husband wished her to always wear a very special and restricting corset and the young lady was kept virtually a prisoner inside it all the time! However, she had the most astounding figure, and was very beautiful too.”

“Y-y-yes,” I stammered, “I-I’m in a s-s-similar sort of situation.”

“Ahh!” she smiled at me, “Love is wonderful, is it not?”

“I-it certainly is,” I smiled nervously at her then shut up when I felt a slight needling emanating from the horrors imprisoning my breasts.

They soon finished and after some further meaningless conversation and compliments, left us alone. Danielle had told them she would bring the gown out when we left, then came over to the small screened area and extricated me from its thorough concealment. In minutes, I was once more dressed in my innocent outer clothing and the three of us walked to the fitting room door.

“Christine,” Danielle said quietly as her hand rested on the door handle, “you’re speech-inhibited again. I’ve also activated your electronic leash so don’t try to talk to anyone or move beyond two metres away from me. Do you understand?”

I nodded fearfully and gripped the shoulder strap of my purse tightly while we walked back into the main part of the store, trying to be nonchalant when I fell back into my required position of just to Danielle’s left and rear. She walked to the cash register and handed over the gown and the owner said good-bye as we left, staring curiously at me while I walked behind my Guardian with quick, hobble-restricted steps, my face flaming with embarrassment. Once outside we wandered along the sidewalk, window shopping, but then Danielle began to experiment with the awful remote controller!

Mild shocks suddenly coursed through my belly and breasts! I gasped, trying to maintain my decorum and, although I longed to beg her to stop, the threat of disciplinary shocks that would be automatically administered kept me silent. She watched me intently while she adjusted the various in-puts, but thankfully my Master had not given her his remote control. That one was capable of reducing me to quivering and begging tears instantly. Hers was limited to creating constant yet unignorable sensations that would eventually force me to bend to her direction.

“Walk ahead of me,” she commanded. “I’m going to see how well this directional control system works.”

I tensed myself for the inevitable shocks while I moved in front, then, when we came to the entrance of a parking lot, she activated my left breast control! I bit off a scream when the spiralling, needling shocks pulsed through my captive flesh, barely restraining an automatic reaction to reach up and try to pull the bra away, and, as silently commanded, turned into the entrance to the lot. She released the button and followed me, then for the next ten minutes played with the control, moved me around and between the parked cars as her remote-controlled doll. I was exactly that! A familiar van pulled in behind us and stopped about twenty metres away just as Danielle had me walking towards her then suddenly, Antonnia, standing beside her, froze into position, her eyes widening, then her hands flew to the front of her skirt and began tearing at the material. She bent over, moaning, and writhing her hips, but beside her still, Danielle walked towards the van with her the two remote controls in hand, smiling while Antonnia writhed and moaned before me.

“Well Christine,” she smiled at me, keeping the buttons on Antonnia’s unit depressed. “as you can see, I’ve had Antonnia fitted with a Controller Chastity Belt, just like yours. I just switched channels, so now it’s her turn.”

I nodded in understanding, pointing at my throat, while Antonnia slowly straightened, an anguished expression on her face and her hips continuing a tell-tale twitching within her skirt.