Now I could see the full extent of her formidable corsets, and Dolly be assured that you have never seen or imagined the like. It ran from under her youthful bosom, which was forced high and out by two rows of stiff ruffles, down to mid thigh and although it was faced in a beautiful white shantung silk, this only covered a monument to the extremes of the corsets makers art, at the waist, the bones were so closely spaced, that I could not of passed the tip of my little finger between them. The busks were fully two inches wide and ran from her bosom to her thighs. No wonder the poor girl could only perch on the edge of the highest chairs. I now of course came to realise why the low stool at the cobblers caused such problems. I pulled the mass of excess lace from a pocket attached to her behind and released the knot, and the laces flew out through the eyelets, as the enormous pressure was unbounded. Miss B______ sighed with relief, even though by my eye, her waist had only expanded to a miserly nineteen inches. I pulled the laces free and went to her front and unclasped the fourteen busk clips. But Dolly still the corsets would not slip down, I had to fully unlace the lower skirt lacing to free her trapped thighs, once released, the corsets fell to ground, but Miss B_____ was still entangled as she could not lift her foot high enough to step over the lip of the corset skirt and out between the busks.
After a few seconds, I brought a chair and Miss B____ collapsed into the chair, engulfed by the corsets and she managed to raise both legs and struggle out of the rigid garments grasp. While Miss B____ shuffled quickly over to a curtained nook. I picked up the corsets and was staggered by their weight, they must have been at least 8lbs and were so stiff, that even unclasped they held their shape, holding the busk together, I noted how the bones at the side of the waist were thicker and realised that was how Miss B____'s waist was elongated to look even smaller when viewed from the front. Dolly I must tell you that the object was positively a thing of medieval torture. Along with that I examined the kidskin tube; it also was stiffened with resined rope seams and a thick hem of leather to stop any chance of tearing. As Miss B_____ returned from her ablutions, I had a chance to examine her walk, the ankle chain and knee gaiters reduced her steps to that round kneed shackled gait that we have both witnessed on our prison visits and with the addition of her preposterously high heeled boots (they must have been at least 4") I declare she could not have managed a 100 yard dash in under five minutes. I had thought to leave at that time, but Miss B____ became agitated and begged me to help her get dressed again, it seemed that her companion would report her to her mother, who insisted that she be correctly dressed at all times, and finding out the cause would not allow Miss B_____ to eat glace ever again. I relented and began the arduous and lengthy task of restoring her outfit.
As I helped her back into the monstrous corset and fastened her busk hooks I started to glean her story. Miss B_____ was the only daughter of a wealthy Tyneside industrialist and her obviously ambitious mother. They moved in upper class circles and under the patronage of Lady Patricia Scruttle-Quise, Miss B____ was being prepared for her debut this coming season. Her mother listened to Lady Patricia in all things and as she had decreed that to make a good catch during the season, a small waist, long neck and a delicate gait were imperative, Miss B_____'s underpinnings had been crafted to achieve those requirements and more. Miss B ____ said that Lady Patricia had stated several times that Miss B_____ 's figure was the most accomplished of any of her protΓ©gΓ©s.
On hearing this Miss B____ had asked her mother to let go her measurements a little, as she had always found the tight collars and the pinched waist a stern trial, but her mother would permit no back sliding as she thought it might seem to Lady Patricia that they were not up to the job. She went onto say that two years previously she had been an active girl, walking, playing tennis and riding and now to prepare for her debut the fashions forced upon her had reduced her to near to the status of an elaborate ornament, she was so restricted by the tight kid skirt, the knee gaiters and the ankle chain that she could only walk at the speed of an old man and only for a short distance, as after a few paces she was searching for breath due to her stays and tight collars and then she could only manage on smooth ground due to her high spindly heels. She told me had used to enjoy riding, but as her new riding costume trammeled her near as much as her walking outfits, she could only now manage a slow trot on an a quiet old mare. She could not even manage any quieter pursuits, such as needlepoint or painting as the tight padded sleeves of her outfits and the restrictive posture brace made any position but lowered arms a severe trial. Even reading was not an easy task as her high collars up to five inches high would not let her look up and down and the only way she could manage was to have the books supported on a lectern at eye level, whilst sitting and to stand up for to turn each page as her restrictive apparel would not allow her to reach up from a sitting position.
Well Dolly, you can imagine my distaste of this situation, in that young girls, who for whatever reason become mere slaves to 'belle fashion' and will become mere decorative accessories at their husbands side, good for nothing more than securing a suitable mate during the annual cattle market that our so called 'high society', calls the season. As you know, I always declare that I am no aesthete, blue stocking or have any interest in women's suffrage, but no women should have to submit to this encumbered fashion for any period and certainly not as Miss B____ foresees for the rest of her married life. She has been assured by Lady Patricia that the sort of gentlemen who would be attracted by her restrictive clothes and wasp waist would expect to her to 'keep the goods in the same condition as they were purchased'. It seems that Lady Patricia was responsible for the last quote and Miss B____ assures me that Lady Patricia though married for ten years, has a waist her equal, wears as restrictive skirts and much higher heels, but carries the whole ensemble with never an outward show of inconvenience.
When I had finished clipping the numerous busk clips and Miss B____ had finished recounting the above information, she turned and tottered away towards the curtained area, and just before the curtain, she reached up and unhooked a bar from the wall, which hung from a rope that went over a hefty looking pulley sunk into a beam. Miss B_____ grasped the bar and asked me to hoist her up. It was Dolly, a lacing bar, I have only read about these devices in those fanciful letters in the Womans English Domestic Magazine and did not dream they really existed. I queried if it was really necessary, but Miss B ____ was adamant in that we would never be able to get her waist down to the necessary seventeen inches required for the red and white outfit. She said that she must be stretched or the lacing was to ... uncomfortable, I am sure she meant to say painful, but would not admit to it.
I hoisted her up feeling a little like a Jolly Jack tar, until she was on tip toes, and began the lacing, Dolly what a performance it was not like you or I, one swift pull and tie off, job done, it seemed never ending, because the corsets were near three times as long as yours or mine the length of lace is stupendous, and each bar of lacing had to be pulled through separately a number of times while heaving on the pullers with the other hand.
And every two minutes Miss B_____ would have to be let down as her arms would be tired and I would have to tie off and then lower the bar. Well after 3 goes we got the final tightening, but what an effort, I had to heave so hard that I became red in the face and began to perspire, at each heave Miss B___ would give little squeak or a moan and I was a feared to carry on in case I hurt the poor girl, but she insisted that the gap must be closed to about an inch for this dress. Well Dolly it was nearly beyond me, can you believe that they were so tight that my strength was nearly not enough, but with one last very unfeminine heave the gap closed and I tied off. I bundled the laces and placed them in the pocket on her behind. I then lowered her down and Miss B _____ was once again in the state I had previously seen her, rigid from bust to thigh and short of breath.
Miss B_____ tottered rigidly back to the pile of garments and I then put on the corset cover and with some distaste plucked up the shoulder brace, Miss B ____ squeezed her arms through the tight armholes and I hooked it at the back and laced it as tight as I thought right. Miss B____ asked for it to be tighter, she informed me that it must be pulled tight until her shoulder blades met. I know I should have refused as it was nought but a torture device, but her pleading was so compelling that I did as she asked. Then with some difficulty, I assisted her into the kidskin skirt and when it was fully attached Miss B was left with only her arms and neck untrammeled, I attached the tournure, petticoats and the heavy skirt and then padded bodice which was fitted so tight that I had to again use the button hook to force the buttons across so that they would meet at the holes, even on the sleeves and at last she dressed save for the collar, I hooked it at the front and moved to the back. Dolly I was shocked when I examined her neck closer, it was no swan like affair, that you see on some professional beauties, but as thick as yours or mine and only slightly longer. Her collar mind, before it was laced, sat as high as Miss B_____'s level chin, she had to raise her chin to a high angle to get her chin above the collars lip, before she could ask me to start lacing. As I pulled her head was forced high and her neck reduced to nought, I stopped when the laces would be covered by the tab, but Miss B____ urged me on, "the gap must be closed, else it will be noticed". I hated myself as I tugged the last inch and closed the gap, Miss B____ gurgled as though (and she was) being strangled and tried to raise her head away from tight collar, but to no avail she was tight held as if in some medieval stocks, although I am sure they would have been looser.