THE WEDDING
by JB
Chapter One - The Inheritance
There was no choice in the matter, it was stipulated very clearly in my great
grandmother's will that the next female in direct line from her would receive a
legacy of 5 million dollars on condition that the beneficiary be married and
wear my great grandmother's wedding dress, and my great grandmother's entire
wardrobe for at least two years after the wedding - NO ALTERATIONS ALLOWED!
It seemed like a simple enough request to me. However it had been one that both
my mother and her mother before her had been unable to grant. As a result we had
lived a fairly modest existence, while my great grandmother's legacy had
compounded with interest in a trust fund untouched over the last 90 years. It
now amounted to a grand fortune of 800 million.
My great grandmother was called Virginia Henley. She was heir to the Henley
fortune, mainly procured through slave-trading in the mid-19th century. She was
a renowned sadomasochist, who kept her servants in the cruelest fashion
imaginable, and allowed herself to be ruled over by an even crueler husband, one
Captain Reginald Henley. Together they had made quite a formidable couple. Their
daughter, my grandmother, had a miserable childhood and never even tried to
carry out the conditions of her mother's will, being only too glad to escape her
clutches at an early age and marry for love and nothing more.
So you can imagine my shock when my Mother explained the terms of the
inheritance to me. I was 18 at the time and had just been proposed to by Gerard,
a French language professor at the local university. Mother had kept this part
of the family history a secret, but as she watched me grow up she become aware
that like Virginia I was also, how shall we say -kinky.
I loved being tied up by Gerard and wearing whatever he desired me to wear. I
also had a cruel streak that had shown itself since I was a child. So naturally
my Mother thought I had inherited Virginia's tastes and wanted to make me aware
of the opportunity that her will offered, if I should chose to take it.
Especially as our engagement had just been announced. I realized how important
this was and brought Gerard into the conversation. However, we immediately
realized what the problem was as soon as we saw the pictures.
Virginia's wedding had taken place in 1904. In the wedding photo Virginia was
wearing an extreme version of the highest fashions of the day. Her waist was
crushed into a long corset that made it seem even narrower than her husband's
neck. Her own neck was stretched and squeezed into what must have been at least
a five inch high, and extremely tight, pearl and diamond choker. The choker held
her head in a locked position that must have had her gasping for air. Her face
would have betrayed her agony, had it not been so tightly veiled that it must
have been barely possible for her to move her mouth enough to say, "I do." This
was combined with a hobbling dress that could only have allowed her the smallest
of steps. A long heavy silk train was anchored at the base of her throat in such
a way that if she tried to move without assistance from her bridesmaids she
would surely have strangled. It made her the epitomy of fashionable bondage for
the time - and, I thought, really quite beautiful.
After staring at this picture for some minutes my mother's only comment was,
"Geena, I wouldn't even suggest this unless I thought you might be able to carry
it off, but I really think you might. I can see that you quite like this, don't
you?"
I whispered, "Oh God, well... what's the rest of her wardrobe like?"
"Worse," she said, "Far worse. No Henley has ever been able to wear any of it."
I flushed, then looked at her apprehensively, and slowly smiled, "And you think
I can?"
"For 800 million it's worth a try, honey."
I looked to Gerard. He was equally excited and he smiled right back at me, "Come
on Geena, you'll enjoy every minute of it. I know you will"
The wedding was three months away. My waist was already a very narrow 22 inches,
my neck 13 inches and not as long as the woman in the photo, I was sure. I
half-smiled.
The first thing the executors of the will did was to release the clothes to us,
there were trunks and trunks of clothes and bondage equipment of all kinds. They
had been specially kept and preserved. With them came detailed instructions for
corset training and other forms of body modification and various exotic tortures
that I would be subjected to. Gerard read and followed these with glee, and we
started out on our adventure.
We agreed the corset training would have to start right away if I was to have
any chance of carrying out the demands of the will. It seemed as though every
costume in the trunks had a waist of 18 inches or smaller, and as the will had
stated, there were to be no alterations. However, looking at how intricately
everything was made I seriously doubted anyone could have made alterations even
if that had been allowed. As I looked at it all I realized how deeply cruel
Virginia must have been to wish this torture on her daughter. Especially when we
found the wedding dress and accessories, and the traveling costumes for the
honeymoon. All of them had waists 16 inches or worse.
The choker that we saw in the photo was in fact 6 inches high and only 10 and a
half inches around.
How was I ever going to wear that?
Gerard carefully measured my neck. 13 inches around, and when fully-stretched 4
or 5 inches at the most. This was truly going to be torture...
And who would understand why I was putting myself through this? My Mother said
it wouldn't be a problem. The Henleys in Scotland had been relishing this day.
They in fact ran an Edwardian-themed hotel and would provide all the
accommodations for the wedding and the honeymoon at their large secluded Estate
on the Isle of Mull. She had it all worked out.
That first night Gerard laced me into a long training corset that stretched from
my tits to my knees. I had been laced into corsets before but this was quite
different. By the time they'd finished my waist was down to 19 inches and my
chest and legs so tightly bound I felt short of breath, desperate to be
released. Then Gerard found an interesting device that would prevent me from
loosening the corset - a laced leather mono-glove that bound my arms behind me,
pulling my shoulders back painfully. As he laced it shut, he smiled to himself.
I realized he was enjoying this, so I put up with it.
I thought that was it. But then he said, "Oh look, what's this?" He pulled out a
tiny looking corset made of rubber and steel.
"I'll never get that on," I said, "Not ever!"
He read something from the instructions, then looked amazed, "Ah! This is not
meant for your waist, Geena, this is for your neck."
"You must be kidding," I said, "I'm not sleeping in that."
"You probably won't sleep very much, but I think you should wear it. It says
here that it will train your neck to lengthen and narrow, and should be worn
every night."
"No way!"
"Come on," he said, "You might as well start now. In fact, the sooner the
better." I tried to move away from him when he came toward me with it, but the
corset and arm binder stopped me from getting very far. I whimpered as his hands
led me by the back of the neck to stand at the dressing room mirror. "Now I
don't want to have to gag you darling, but I will if you don't shut up. Is that
clear?" I nodded.
"So chin up!"
Half-looking at the instructions he placed the neck corset around my throat,
laces at the back.
"It's about an inch too small, darling."
"Am I surprised?" I replied sarcastically.
"But the rubber will stretch," he added. My eyes widened in real surprise as he
started to lace it up at the back.
The rubber did stretch, a little. And my neck was forcibly craned up as high as
I could manage. The neck corset was so tight my face was turning red. "Please!
Loosen it a little!" I cried.
"But I haven't even closed it!"
"I don't care," I said, "Stop there."
"Oh, just a little tighter! There!"
I gasped. I could only breath in short grabbed breaths. "Please Gerard," I
whispered, fighting panic, "I can't sleep like this."
"Can you breath?"
"... Just!" I choked.
"Then it is adjusted correctly! It says here by morning you will be quite used
to it, and we will be able to lace it a little tighter tomorrow, as well as the
corset, I hope." Then he smiled sweetly, "Just think of the money, my sweet."
I tried to swallow, but it was very difficult, and the mere attempt almost
strangled me.
But in a strange way, as he laid me down on the bed on my side, placed a pillow
under my head and kissed me, I started to feel very aroused. He went to go, and
I gasped, "Stay with me Gerard!"
He smiled and laid down next to me, gently stroking my hair until eventually
Gerard drifted off to sleep. I was left awake-half, barely able to breath and
viciously uncomfortable. What on earth had I let myself in for? If he hadn't put
the fucking arm-binder on I would definitely have unlaced myself! I wept a
little, then established a rhythm for breathing. Eventually I slipped off into a
fitful sleep. It seemed that no sooner had I had shut my eyes, but a loud dawn
chorus filled the air outside our window.
Now my first day of true bondage was about to begin!
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