You are wearing a corset on the first night you come to me, overweight and flat chested and totally unready for service. I explain that the service trains sissies for service as personal maids, and that we advertise the best in “personal maids, well disciplined, gartered, and slim.” After you complete the corsetting you are then “engaged” by clients for one to two weeks, and they expect you to remain slim, beautifully made up, and chaste.
Our customers are interested in waist size, they want to see slender girls tucked tightly into their corsets. I begin to train you for your first engagement. At first I take you upstairs and show you all the beautiful clothes that you will one day wear. I show you a bed, with straps, and electronic devices, and explain that we take conditioning very seriously, and that it is important for us to make sure that you feel as if you are being molded, inside and out.
I explain that all day you will be in the hands of a good corsetiere (we never use the word ‘trainer’) who will trim my figure properly. For the first month you will be tucked into a twenty-four inch waist, just to, as the corsetiere said, habituate you into personal feminine servitude. Although a little uncomfortable at first, this will soon wear off, and you will learn to take great pleasure in putting your corsets on, and putting your corsets in. A dildo corset will be made to order which will greatly improve your figure.
During the next four months your waist will reduce while your hole gets larger and more elastic. All this time you will become accustomed to eating very little, to spending more and more time wearing the dildo-corset, taking more and more feminine steps, learning feminine gestures, and offering yourself up for feminine use.
Shortly afterwards they came, and I dressed for the first time in my new dress all in black. Black satin corsets, black silk pettis, cami and knicks and all other undies, stockings and garters, blavk four-inch heeled shoes, and over all a black silk figure-fitting dress which flared out below my hips and rustled whenever I moved. I have worn this uniform ever since, and am very proud of my waist, which is seventeen inches over my dress.