The door opened and a young girl entered carrying a tea tray which she placed on the side table next to Grace.
“Thank you Carol, I’ll pour myself in a moment.” The girl showed no sign of leaving the room, adding to Kate’s embarrassment.
“She belongs to the group, so we’ll need a complete set of measurements.” Grace said.
“Carol, fetch the tape measure and bring the clipboard please.”
For the next 15 minutes Kate was subjected to the most thorough review of her body. Every measurement was taken, some of which seemed to have no relevance. The usual waist, height, chest etc. were soon completed then the detailed dimensions followed. The position of the nipple on her breasts, wrist sizes, the diameter at various points along the length of her legs, neck size, arm length and so on. By the time they’d finished Kate assumed there would be enough information for a good sculptor to produce a fairly accurate replica of her entire body. There was no indication of how the data would be put to use.
When the measurement taking had been completed the chubby lady addressed Kate.
“You’re here for us to show you how to dress to please the people who own you. From now on you’ll have to conform to certain rules regarding what you wear and when you wear it. By the look of your backside you’re aware of the consequences of ignoring the rules.” Kate blushed at her words. “You need to dress in such a way that you retain some level of modesty but which will also please the men who’ll be using you. Dressing a whore modestly is a difficult task but, fortunately for you we’ve had a lot of experience of it. Any clothing you need in order to carry out your duties will be provided by us. You can call in here or items can be delivered to you and will be placed on your account. If you choose an item from another outlet, use the credit card that Miss Edwards will give you.”
Kate thought it was a dream come true, choosing your clothes from a high class outlet and putting them on an account you don’t have to pay for, wow, she couldn’t wait to tell Helen.
The chubby lady continued with the rules Kate was to follow regarding her dress code.
“Although you’re forbidden to wear panties, some men prefer a woman in a G-string which is acceptable. If you’ve had no instructions make your own mind up as to which would be best for each situation. Trousers are totally forbidden unless for a particular purpose such as jogging suits when running. With your skirts and dresses, stockings with a suspender belt or hold-ups should be your first choice but tights are also acceptable if the top clothing makes stockings a problem.
Kate looked forward to following the instructions. She felt good when she made that extra effort to look her best and had sometimes thought she didn’t do it often enough.
“Carol, would you bring a selection of lingerie in her size please, we might as well start now.” The assistant took the clipboard for reference and went into the shop.
“I think we’ll treat her to a corset while we’re here,” Grace decided, “Colonel Mason has a predilection for them.”
“Do you have a particular style in mind?”
“Yes, I rather like that new range you had in for the spring.”
“An excellent choice, I’ll get one, any preference with colour?”
“Not sure, let’s try white first, and see.”
The woman returned with the corset and helped Kate put it on. The high arches left the buttocks and lower stomach completely exposed while two of the six suspender straps framed and highlighted her pubic area. The platform top gave support beneath her breasts but left the nipples exposed.
“This model has the hooks and eyes rather than the laces so she’ll be able to dress herself without a problem.”
“Yes, good thinking,” Grace said, nodding her approval.
Carol returned with the selection of goods from the shop and handed the basket to the woman.
“Thank you Carol.” Turning to Kate the woman explained the contents which had been chosen for her.
“Here’s a selection of hosiery to keep you going for a while, in various colours and styles. The bras are transparent, as you can see, but with no seams to leave lines beneath clothing.” Turning to Grace she proudly stated: “We have them made especially for us-very good quality, adequate support but nothing hidden, ideal.”
“Here put this G-string on, it matches the corset.” Kate obliged, stepping into the tiny white garment immediately made her feel sexy. The triangle of fabric barely covered her smooth mound, but it was the sensation between her buttocks which had the most effect on her, the freshly waxed area seemed far more sensitive to the pressure of the string.
“Put these on too.” The woman instructed, handing her a pair of silky, tan stockings, fresh from the packet. They felt wonderful as Kate eased them up her legs before clipping the six straps into place, the dark bands at the top contrasting wonderfully with her creamy thighs. Stepping back into her heels Kate saw the result in the large mirror, and she was impressed. Wait till Richard gets a look at this, she thought. She knew that stockings were not as practical as tights but that slight bulge of the clips, just showing beneath a skirt or dress would always draw the eyes of a man. And look at the corset, which she thought enhanced her body perfectly, constricting her waist, framing her mound and supporting her breasts, leaving her nipples just teasingly visible. Sensual yet restrained, Kate thought, pleased with the result.
“Is there anything else we can help you with today?” The woman asked Grace.
“No, I don’t think so thank you, you’ve already done a marvellous job, as usual.” Turning to Kate she said, “you can get dressed, and keep those things on.”
Kate pulled her blouse on and buttoned it up. Her exposed nipples rubbed against the fabric and the stiff corset showed through. The skirt, coming just above her knee, left nothing of the stocking tops or suspender straps visible, but did indeed show the slight bulge. Finally the jacket, and once buttoned became the saviour of her modesty, covering her blouse, corset and nipples. On checking herself in the mirror, what she saw on the outside was not a lot different from when she arrived. The biggest difference was on the inside–how she felt.
As they prepared to leave the shop, the assistant confirmed that Kate knew how to order items for delivery and invited her to visit whenever she was in the area. When asked to sign for the items she was taking away–in a neat package prepared by Carol–Kate once again noticed the heading-Seventy Three. The more she saw herself referred to as a number the more appropriate it seemed, and the more she liked it. It made her feel anonymous, dehumanised, just a body, and that was what she was becoming, a nameless body being prepared for the use and pleasure of others. She found the thought highly stimulating.
“Well that’s all we have to do today.” Grace announced once they were out in the street.
“You’ll have to sort out your wardrobe now and make sure you’re only wearing approved clothing. The sanctions for not conforming to the dress code are severe.”
“I’ll sort things out, thanks.”
They said their goodbyes and went their separate ways. Kate noticed herself walking with a more upright posture, unsure if it was the effect of the corset or the new-found pride in her status.
