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on Sun 31 Oct 10, 8:14 AM to Rapunzel's blog.
Yesterday, my evening gown for the Fawcett Hall House Party was finally finished. Just in time, with less than a week to go before I slip the crimson satin over a freshly bathed and scented body, smelling of lemon and vanilla and roses and go forth to flirt and sip champagne and wonder, as I scan a room full of richly dressed guests exactly what they are thinking. And guiltily hoping (guiltily because vanity is rather a sin) that some of them are thinking of me and what is under that dress. Of whether they can contrive to see. And once they can, of what they might like to do with the slightly-trembling but lustfully anticipatory body and mind within it.
It's really beautiful this dress, almost too grand for me, the real me, but for the weekend, I shall be an Arch-Duchess and I have to dress to my rank. The crimson satin is low cut and hugs my breasts and waist, before flowing into river of crimson behind, richly trimmed with gold lace. To offset the colour, which is strong, I have a delicate tulle over-train, cream with tiny gold sparkles, which I hope will shine as I move and catch the eye. A roving eye.
There is something about the anticipation of being a perfect lady – gorgeous gown, perfectly coiffed hair layered with pearls and offset with a bobbing ostrich feather, a tiara, necklace, long white gloves, lace fan, delicate matching slippers, a tiny reticule hanging from the wrist – that makes you in a way, almost untouchable. Despite the obvious nature of my submission, despite the submissive urges to please, the remoteness of the look of a lady will make me almost a statue on a pedestal . It will seem almost an insult for the picture to be sullied, for my dress to be raised, for a feather to slip, for a naked breast, creamy and full, to emerge from the red gown, begging for pleasure but also for pain.
There will be moments of what is to come. A compliment, sincerely meant. A bow, as I meet someone and notice their eyes assessing me. The touch of a hand. My grip on the arm of the gentleman who leads me to dinner. The offer of a seat. The provision of a glass of water or a refill of wine. A whispered word in my ear, with a suggestion that is anything but gentlemanly. And then later, or at least I hope later, that submissive bliss of the unveiling, the beautiful dress slipping from my body, carelessly tossed aside as someone decides that clothes are just drapery. The dress is something that prevents him from slaking his lust as he chooses, whether that method is by the beating of my pale skin until it turns as crimson of the dress, or the more prosaic and animal urge to claim the body, the need to shatter the illusion of gentility and to remind me that for everything that I might wear, I am still both a submissive and a slut. Later, I will gather up the carelessly discarded pile of satin, tulle and lace and hang it up and from there; it will mock me slightly, reminding me that for all my pretentions it knows what I am.
“You, my dear, are as scarlet as me. We are well matched.”
I don't hear anything of course. Because dresses don't talk. But if they did...what stories they could tell.....
Edited Sun 31 Oct 10, 10:19 AM by Rapunzel
| 31 Oct 10, 8:29 AM silent_lucidity UK(M), 4 yrs |
So beautifully written as always. I hope the evening is everything you secretly wish for. Charl x | |
| 31 Oct 10, 9:39 AM Shypeachybottom UK, 20 mths |
beautifully written indeed!  | |
| 31 Oct 10, 11:11 AM Caracal UK(SS), 5 yrs      |
How very elegant. The nice lady with the whip. | |
| 31 Oct 10, 2:46 PM Dollface UK, 6 yrs  |
This is absolutely stunning, thank you so much for posting it. Sumptuous. "When you're going through hell, keep going." | |
| 31 Oct 10, 3:31 PM littlenic 5 yrs |
It's a beautiful dress. Lady Moore wishes you all a fantastic time! | |
| 31 Oct 10, 8:23 PM MissKimberley NL, 8 yrs    |
I presume we get to perv the photographs 
“During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act” - George Orwell | |
| 1 Nov 10, 1:00 PM Rapunzel UK(WC), 9 yrs |
I hope so, I really want a nice one of me in my finery Rapunzel - all round bad girl.... Fawcett Hall Lowewood Academy A Kinky Girl's Guide to Life Follow me on Twitter @FawcettHall (if you have nothing better to do!) |
