Chrystal's New Uniform

A New Day Begins-3

Only then did they release and remove me from the chair and with the enema tube trailing behind, I was led to the toilet next door. In one massive rush, my insides emptied when the tube’s balloon was deflated and the pipe was pushed out, then Miss Johnson led me to the shower. After another quick wash and towelling down, I was returned to the presence of Mr. Eversham. He was in the process of drawing back a curtain when I re-entered, and a hitherto unseen corner of the room came into view. I still wore the heavy rubber helmet and mask, and even though it cut down my range of vision, there was no distortion despite the dimness it enforced. What I saw in that corner made my heart skip a beat and my breathing stopped for just a moment as my body jerked in response. Here was the thing that had brought me to this workshop, or so I thought at the time.

Four straight steel tubular posts rose from a circular steel plinth fixed to the floor. They were located at equal intervals around the hub of the plate and threaded onto them was a garment made of gleaming black rubber. I knew at once that this was the structure that would soon embrace my torso. At a nod from Mr. Eversham, Miss Johnson flicked a switch on the wall near this apparatus and with just the faintest of humming, a motor built into the metal plinth began to force the four posts toward the rim of the mounting plate. I watched transfixed while the garment they carried was slowly stretched, until the limply hanging rubber became a bold, square tube. The motor stopped when the shafts reached their fully-opened position.

“Don’t be afraid, Miss Chrystal,” Mr. Eversham assured, leading me by the hand to plinth. “Step over here, then slip yourself up between the shafts.”

He helped me climb onto the plinth, then I knelt as his hands pressed gently upon my shoulders. I moved forward on all fours, then with arms extended over my head, began to ease myself erect once I was at the centre of the apparatus. Even with arms raised, I still had difficulty sliding my body upward within my new corset. When my head passed through its confines, I saw the criss-cross weaving of flat metal boning set into its lining. When I was at last standing fully erect, still with arms raised, I found that the shaped, scalloped top edge of the corset reached to just below to my armpits; its lower edge going far down over my hips, almost to the tops of my thighs.

“Turn around slowly please, Miss Chrystal,” Mr. Eversham commanded, “until you are facing me, then the corset will be in its correct orientation upon your body.” I edged slowly clockwise toward his voice, keeping my arms raised and looking down towards the glistening blackness. I stopped once my heavy breasts were positioned over two semi-circular cutaways in the corset’s top. “Now, please stand quite still,” he ordered approaching me.

From the corner of my eye I saw Miss Johnson bend to the plinth and pull a small lever, then again reach for the wall switch. The steel shafts began to slowly close against my body, although at the same time, I felt them withdrawing downward. I thought I was going to be crushed while the corset shrank ever closer around my chest. Slowly, like a giant snake coiling around me, it first robbed me of breath, then took control of my torso! It compressed my chest fiercely just below my breasts, crushing the ribs inwards without mercy, then my upper spine was straightened! My waist was drawn in sharply and my stomach pushed back so that I began to feel like so much sausage meat being forced into a new, black skin! I could not change the position of the corset on my body if I tried! I had never known such pressure: never felt so bound within my beloved rubber!

At last the shafts retracted enough to spring clear of the corset’s grasp at the bottom and with a fierce snap, the edge of the stretched rubber was freed to slap into place over my hips. I inhaled quickly with the shock, only to find the breath savagely forced back from my diaphragm by the ever-pressing rubber and steel-reinforced encasement! How could I live while subjected to this constant constriction? Surely Mr. Eversham had miscalculated! I glanced at him, hoping to see the error he had made dawn upon his face, but there was no such look. My imprisoned form was precisely what he expected and indeed, a smile of satisfaction for a job well done was all he wore. So there was no mistake!

‘What now?” I thought dazedly. I could not see how I would ever be able to remove this restrictive garment unaided and even as my brain worked, the gleaming rubber encasement seemed to grip my body ever more tightly! I wondered when, if ever, it would stop its contraction. ‘I should be dead already!’ I told myself, yet my body tingled with s****l excitement.

“Step down slowly now, Miss Chrystal,” Mr. Eversham ordered, ringing my waist with his arm.

I obeyed and moved in two steps from the plinth, the corset allowing me little freedom within its thrall, pressing and crushing my body. I turned away from him at his beckoning to see my erstwhile nurse also smiling at my captivity. I still could not accept that Lady Arlen meant to keep me a prisoner of this seamless carapace! How could I ever leave the house again to walk abroad, let alone attend any school without being the object of constant attention? She approached then went behind me, and I felt her lift up the two dangling, thick straps I’d seen hanging from the back of the garment when I slipped into its embrace. These she drew over my shoulders, then down beside each of my bobbling breasts, affixing them to the top front of the corset at points just below each of my armpits. Going behind me once more, she cinched them tightly, ensuring that the corset would not roll or shift down. At the same time, they acted to pull my shoulders back into an uncomfortable, braced posture which assured that my breasts were thrust out brazenly. I couldn’t help the blush of embarrassment that quickly covered my face, and Mr. Eversham sensed my awe, disbelief and embarrassment.

“Please do not worry, Miss Chrystal. You will soon become accustomed to your new support. I know it must be rather uncomfortable at the moment, but within a month or two, perhaps a little more, you will come to know it like a lover. Its hold will become no more than a forceful caress and its moulding fingers merely a gentle touch.”

While he was speaking, Miss Johnson had knelt, then gone completely around me, connecting the four, integrated, thick and wide garter straps for each of my legs. These sprouted from just above the bottom edge of the corset to waiting buttons on each of the high stockings. I did not see the glue she applied before each button was joined to its strap.