Chapter One

A New Day Begins

Then, finally,that morning arrived.

I got up and had a shower and much to my surprise did not have to put on my normal thick, oppressive long rubber corset. My stepmother (although only honorary), Lady Arlen Groombridge, had instructed Bertram, her maid, to lay out a chemise and knicker combination made of russet-coloured rubber; a material which had grown to be almost a second skin to me by now. In addition, Bertram had also prepared a pair of opera length stockings and shoulder length gloves of the same material. The chemise and knicker set were possessed of such long sleeves and loose trouser legs that I was to be doubly covered in rubber from my shoulders to the tips of my toes and the ends of my fingers. On top of all went my ankle length ‘rain dress’ and I knew without thought that before we left the house Lady Arlen would also insist on a suitable anorak and, furthermore, my wide bicycle cape, covering all beneath.

Bertram had become a constant presence in my life, immediately from the time I came to stay with Lady Arlen. She was a mature woman of some 35 years, very nice looking, tall and strongly built, dwarfing my 150 cm height and 50 kilos. I was intimidated by her from the first moment and knew that if she so desired, she could physically control me with ease. Lady Arlen always addressed her staff by their last names, and I suppose her doing so was a holdover from times past when the rich never spoke to their servants in any other manner. Although I found it to be somewhat distasteful there was little I could say and Bertram accepted it without complaint. It was only some six weeks after my arrival I discovered that her first name was actually Clarice.

Once I dressed in the beloved rubber, I walked carefully downstairs, enjoying the sensations it provided, even though my long skirts hindered my ability to walk freely. I’d gradually gotten used to wearing these voluminous, ankle-length garments, but didn’t really like their restriction and weight. However, Lady Arlen insisted and most recently had provided me with no other type of clothing to wear, rubber or otherwise, to my dismay.

A small, Continental style breakfast had been set in the dining room and when we’d finished, she handed me a large glass of what appeared to be orange juice.

“Drink all of this, please, Chrystal. You will find that it relaxes you and will help you to enjoy all that will happen today.”

Without too much thought of what the juice glass might contain in addition to the orange juice, I did as she asked, then we went to the front hall and donned our outer layers of clothing. In fact, we reallywere to cover the long distance from the estate to the workshop by bicycle and Bertram had gotten these conveyances ready. We set off for town and in minutes I was perspiring under the multiple layers of rubber, listening to its noises while I pedalled along in Lady Arlen’s wake.

I’d been waiting for this day to come with a sort of fearful anticipation, for she’d told me some three weeks previously that I was to be fitted with a new rubber corset. At that same time I would be dressed completely in a new rubber ‘Uniform’, which she insisted I might soon come to enjoy. The day after this pronouncement, I was summoned to her room and told to disrobe completely, then she and Bertram took a complete set of measurements of my body and limbs. I understood these were necessary, but they had even gone so far as to make a plaster mould of my head! When they finished, I dressed again and life proceeded as normal. The following three weeks seemed to take forever to pass, and suddenly I was on my way to get my new ensemble, wondering rather hazily, thanks to whatever was in the orange juice, what I was to be dressed in.

The idea of the corset was entrancing, although I wasn’t entirely sure about the ‘Uniform’ part of my new attire. I could barely wait to see what was t