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Maesotrend
She's bound to be a surprise

About a month ago my granddad died. It wasn’t a shock, as he was 92 but still sad as he was the last of my grandparents. My gran had died a few years ago following a fall.

My dad didn't feel able to visit the house yet so I took the day off and went in to start to clear the house.

I started to organise and soon the usual accumulated objects from a life all began to pile up in cardboard boxes wrapped in old newspaper around the front door ready for the trip to the charity shops. I was pleased with how I'd managed to clear the lounge and kitchen quite quickly that morning.

I took a break  and wandered around the house. I soon found myself sitting with a cup of tea perched on the side of his bed. I hadn't got round to throwing away the last bottle of pills on his bedside cabinet. This would be the last room that I'd be able to tackle. All the memories of having early morning stories read to me in this room came flooding back.

I opened the bedside drawers and noticed a small worn black notebook poking out of the bottom of the drawer. The pages were brown, very fragile and a few of them fell out. As I bent to pick one up I noticed, written in clear beautiful handwriting 'her labia hung heavy with many piercings.' My heart stopped.

I slid the pages back in and turned to the front of the notebook. The cover was embossed with the letters TJN; this was not my grandfathers but his own father. My great grandfather's diary was going to be interesting to read.

I enclose one of its many entries.

July 16th 1905.

I haven't been working long in the shoe shop. For the last several months it has been tedious work indeed. Mostly boiling of water and making of tea for Mrs Andrews, the owner, or the dour Mrs Hughes, the lead shop assistant, or the couple of young ladies who have worked there for some years and who I am out-of-bounds from talking.

However, dear diary, I must tell someone of today's extraordinary events or I will surely die of frustration. I can not tell a living soul out of dread that they will send me straight to hell or the sanatorium.

The days are often slow. Mrs Andrews is beginning to trust me with fetching shoes from the stock room but never interacting with the customers, especially not ladies.

However a lady attended today who asked for my help because of great discomfort. I took her to the store room and found that under her starched exterior was a woman who had extreme desires and hid many surprises under corset and bussell. I was all too happy to assist. I shall recount.

I remember that the woman pushed the door of the shoe and boot emporium. She was of mid thirties and wore a straw boater dressed with small berries held in place with a hat pin. Under her hat her blonde hair was clipped into a tight bun with multiple metal clips. She had a high lacy collar on her blouse which poked above her stiff blue cotton jacket. This stopped at her waist which flared out to a long skirt which skimmed the ground. She had a large bussel which pushed rearwards. I could see she appeared to be in a great deal of discomfort. She was walking very slowly with tiny footsteps. Each step seemed to cause a strong sensation. She was pulling hard at her waistband but her fingers could not find the right fastening.
She made straight for me, ignoring my female colleagues

“Do you have any changing rooms please?” she implored.
“I'm afraid not,” I replied, “we only sell shoes and so have no need of a changing room.”
“I just need a private place for a few minutes. It's just,” she suddenly stopped and her eyes lost all focus like she was looking inward. Her whole body went rigid and fingers went white as they balled into fists.
I did not hesitate. This beautiful woman was clearly having a very difficult morning.
“Of course madam, come with me.”

I motioned to Mrs Hughes, our dower senior shop assistant to lead this lady into privacy but the pretty customer grabbed my arm.

“Sir,” she pleaded, “you have already been most kind and thoughtful. You have put me at ease. I know this is most improper but could I...ah ah.. please ask that you attend to me personally?”


Shall i upload part 2?
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Mesarocket
Love it! You don't see to many historical stories and this one has an interesting premise. I'd definitely like to read the next part if you decide to upload it.
awakenedhero
The premise is intriguing, I'd like to read part 2.
Chinchil
Yes, please
B17geek98
Can we have a part 2 please
Maesotrend
Part Two

Mrs Hughes was already by our sides which was now a rather awkward position.

“Mrs Hughes,” I stated, “this woman is my niece and she has just informed me that there is grave news from home. We cannot discuss on the shop floor. I will escort her to a more appropriate location within the shop to receive this news. We shall return presently”

I did not wait for an answer but let the woman grab my arm and I led her slowly through the doorway into the storage room.

As we passed into the high shelves her legs buckled and it took all my strength to steer her to a sturdy chair. She sat there struggling for breath. The fashion of corsets lead many women to feel faint and so I did not think it unusual.

“I need your help. This is all too much. Can I trust you?”

I nodded.

She leaned forward and started to shrug out of her jacket with which I helped her and laid the jacket over the back of the chair. She then started to unbutton her blouse.

I admit I blushed. “Are you sure Mrs Hughes would not be more appropriate?”

“Absolutely not,” she snapped, “you are much better equipped to help”

She continued to unbutton her blouse. As she finished her last button and pulled the blouse free it drifted open. Under her blouse she wore the tightest pearl -coloured whale-bone corset which cupped under each of her breasts which were not bound by a brassiere. What I had earlier taken for a flat-chest was instead expertly and cruelly held down tight. The device holding each breast down was a small fist-sized brass ring hooped in black leather. The ring framed large brown nipples and the leather straps were laced in a brassiere fashion. I could see the flesh behind was a dark pink.

Her nipples had been pierced with a brass bar and pulled out through the hoop. It was held in place by a flat cage which was hooked over the ring. I could see that any movement made the bar pull her nipples tight against the ring. I helped her out of her blouse. Each motion of her shoulders pulled deeply on the rings and the bar making her wince exquisitely.

As I went behind her to receive her blouse I could see the long laces of her corset. “Would you like me to loosen these?” She nodded.

I had never undone a corset but I had been boating and so was used to dealing with rope. My fingers pulled the loops out of the corset eyes and teased the stiff material to make it easier to breath. With each loosening she took a deeper and deeper breath.

I finally undid the last eye and pushed the flat plate of the corset away from her like a magician swishing his cape. I walked around to face her and was shocked by what I saw.

The waif-like waist created by the corset hid a huge surprise. She was clearly a very long way into a pregnancy. A large belly hung down between her parted thighs. A thick brown line ran from her popped out belly button to her skirts.

“Did you do this yourself?” She shook her head. She was caressing her belly as her baby stretched back out from its confines. “How could they do such a thing?”

She looked at. Her hands came up to her breasts and her fingers pulled hard on the nipple cages. “Because I asked them to.”

“I don't understand what you need me for?” My face was bright red and burning. I felt very dizzy but I also felt something else; something powerful and almost animalistic looking on the superbly confined body of this beautiful woman.

“I need you to make me cum.”

She stood up suddenly and leaned back. Her huge belly arched out toward me and her breasts pulled out. She groaned and finally allowed a glimmer of a smile to cross her lips.

“Do you know how hard it is to be on the verge of an orgasm in public and not be able to show it?”

I stated that I did not. I had heard of these female orgasms and was intrigued about finding out if they truly existed.

She fumbled with the buttons and the skirt fell to the ground around her bustle. Her eyes looked down and my eyes followed her gaze. Between the hoops of her bussel she was without underwear. Instead, she had heavy leather straps around the tops of each thigh with a large brass ring in the inner thigh. Cotton rope was tied to this ring at one end. At the other they were hooped through another ring. Four in total, each the size of pennies, had been forced through the outer lips of her vulva like piercing through ears. I could have pushed my little finger through the gap formed by the devices.

The cotton was pulled tight so that vulva lips were splayed open. They were of of such length that the result looked like large pink butterfly wings.

The inner lips had also been altered. Metal clamps gripped these tightly and, swaying four inches below her on thin chains, were weights such as you'd find on any decent kitchen scales. A hole had been drilled through these to allow the chain to pass. I could clearly see the weight measurements and I was astounded to see they were each a half pound in weight. This explained why her inner lips pulled down and out so much.

Inside her vagina was a large bulbous rubber hose which was clamped off. I suspected that this was inflated within her.

I looked down to her shoes. These were of a curious design. They were very long boots which started high up her calf. Tight lacing all the way down the front almost to the toe. It had an 8 inch heel which pushed her foot high up to a point. She stood on tiptoe like a ballerina. Despite myself I noticed the exquisite craftsmanship of these boots having seen many boots sold over the last few weeks.

With the sight of her and what she was forcing herself to endure I am ashamed to say that I was very engorged and wanted very much to help her with her request.

She motioned to the bussel and I unclipped this. I stood in the middle of the room and she stepped out of it.

There she stood in front of me bound, bruised, pregnant and extremely horny. She grabbed my shirt and unbuttoned it. As she did this I undid my trousers. I kicked my shoes off and pulled off my trousers and shirt.

She grabbed my hard cock and led me to the chair. She held onto me firmly as she turned slowly making sure not to make the pendulum under her vagina swing too far. She sat down on the chair. A hard metal on wood sound as her weights hit the chair. She sighed, stood up slightly and then sat down hard again to have the same effect. The vibrations must be driving her insane.

She positioned me in front of her. She splayed her legs as far open as she could manage. Her belly hung heavy between them. She pulled me closer and guided me deep down her throat. She choked slightly but held me firm within her. When she pulled me out my cock was glistening with her saliva. She guided me back in and then pulled me back out rhythmically over and over. She looked up into my eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks from the effort but her cheeks were flushed with passion.

Finally she unleashed me. She looked down and I did her bidding.

Her hands ran over her constrained nipples. I licked them. The skin was pulled tight where the bar ran through the skin. I noticed the craftsmanship of the knurled brass which tunnelled into her. Her nipples tasted metallic and salty. She smelt richly of summer perfume and outdoor exercise.

She pulled the brass bar out and she sighed as the nipples were finally relieved of their tension.

I squeezed her breasts firmly. I reached up and unbuckled the heavy leather and brass which sagged off her shoulders and clattered to the floor. Her breasts were huge and heavy with beautiful dark nipples like jam tarts. I cupped her breasts and felt their weight as I licked her nipples until they rose up like mountain ranges. Tight and hard peaks which I licked gently.

I worked my way down her body lingering over her belly. The taut skin was pale with thick blue veins criss-crossing the surface. I followed these lines down to the main terminus of her groin. I only licked her. I lay under the chair with my head at her vagina. The great mass of her belly hung over me. The butterfly of her vagina splayed out on either side of my face as I licked the think skin from the outer tips of her wings down toward the head of her clitoris. Her juices were dripping heavily onto my chin and pooled on my chest. I licked her clitoris which was as hard as a pin head but as engorged as my thumb nail. I pulled this into my mouth and she sobbed and shuddered with several hours of pent up pleasure.

As I licked I reached my hand up to the black hose. I grabbed hold of it and gently pushed and pulled it. She bucked her hips in time with this motion within her. She was building to a huge orgasm . I was planning to carry on but she suddenly stopped and put her dainty fingers on my shoulders.

“Stop,” she whimpered, “I need you in me.

I nodded very keen to help. I shuffled back so that my rock hard cock was now laying under her. Her hands replaced mine and she grabbed the hose. She twisted and pulled the still-inflated tube. It bulged her vagina as the great mass within was pulled out. Her lips relaxed on their cotton restraints for a few brief moments as the grapefruit sized black ball popped out. Her pussy gaping wide inviting me to replace it.

The black ball bounced joyfully onto the ground as she lowered herself down onto me. She bounced up and down, back arched with her belly grinding into my ribs. She mashed her breasts hard with her hands. As she did so a fine spray of pre-milk squirted out into the darkness. Some landed on me and drove me to buck harder into her.

The metal weights rested on my thighs but I felt the labial inserts grinding hard into my hips. I didn't care. I was so focused on her face as she continued to grind against me faster and faster. Her breathing became more ragged and a great rash spread over her whole body. Raindrops of sweat suddenly started to fly off her. She ran her hands down from her breasts to her clitoris. Where only a few moments ago light licks from me she now pinched and twisted it hard. A heavy guttural roar of pent-up anger and passion bellowed out from her in a cannon-fire of emotion.

And she was spent. All her energy was sapped and she sagged down upon me. Belly laying half across me, her head on my shoulder, her large breasts pushed against my side and the cold warehouse floor.

We lay like that for a very long time. From time to time we kissed each other too exhausted to do anything more. Finally she raised her head.

“I need to go,” she sighed.

“Where?”

“Back to my life. This one is coming along soon. A lot to prepare.”

I looked at the objects that only a few minutes ago had been on or within her. “It will take us ages to redress you.”

“Keep them,” she smiled. “I'll come to you soon and you can help me get dressed.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a cheap long summer dress. Her belly bulged this up and out like a circus tent. She looked beautiful. She pulled out a wide straw bonnet which she swapped for her boater. She stuffed everything else into her bag and handed it to me with a smile and a deep, long kiss.

“I think we can have a lot of fun together,” she smiled and with that she turned and left the shop.

I put the diary down, shocked, and put it back in the drawer. As I closed it I stopped. My hand hovered over the handle and pulled it open again.

I walked down the stairs. The notebook filling the back pocket of my jeans. I looked forward to reading the other entries.
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