I cringed as Margaret, more commonly known to me as my mother, pulled tightly at my corset strings, the steel bones tightening around my waist painfully cutting off my breath, I cursed.
"Mother I don't even see why we need to do this, it's 2016 nobody wears corsets anymore." I said begrudgingly.
"Because were going to Gloria's for the weekend I told you this a thousand times, and only classy people wear corsets that's why you never see any anymore."
"Oh yes Gloria..." I said dryly
"You remember Gloria don't you? Mrs. Mott?" She asked, oh I remembered Gloria, moms once bestfriend turned enemy for an undisclosed reason now bestfriend once again after they "reconnected" at some church gathering, it was all very MTV dramatic, Gloria was by design one of the most old fashioned, prim and proper people I had ever met, the woman held "tea parties" for heavens sake.
I rose from the kitchen chair wincing as my compacted organs fought to get free of their laced prison, I walked up the stairs stiffly and into my room, I stared into my mirror, my mom calls wearing a corset classy yet my weirdly narrow waist and tits nearly popping over the top of the stupid thing said otherwise. I sighed in disgust. But slid my blouse over it trying to pull it up as high as possible to cover my cleavage not much avail, even small breasts like mine felt like too much trussed up. I ran a brush through my long blonde hair and slid on a layer or mascara blinking in the mirror at my 19 year old baby face...this is why none of the boys at school ever wanted to date me, I look like I could still pass for 14.
Anger welled up in my gut as I snagged my pocket knife out of my purse and lifted up my blouse, finding the perfect spot i pressed the very tip of the blade into my flesh, it bit in like butter blood oozing out around the glimmering metal, I sighed clenching my thighs as my arousal soaked through my lace panties, I removed the blade and pressed a tiny bandaid onto the small incision. Wiping the my blood off the knife on my black plaid skirt and sliding it back into my purse, I pulled my black stockings up and took one last glance in the mirror, I looked like a prim and proper school girl, just like my mother always wanted me to be.
The thing about self harm is most people do it because they're sad and they crave the "need to control something" as a cutter at my school once said, and the difference between me and them was they did because they needed the pain, I did it because it fueled my arousal, it made my pussy ache, my stomach tighten, I loved it.
The whole ride to the Mott's house my mother continuously asked me the same questions "was I ready for college" "what I thought of the private school she was shipping me to" "why is my face permanently stuck like I just bit into a lemon" I shrugged it off, every stupid question. Truthfully I didn't want any of it, I wanted to move far far away from this woman, get a job, ride horses, wear what clothes I wanted when I wanted, more importantly I wanted to be an adult.
As we arrived at Gloria's I smoothed my skirt, adjusted my stockings and pulled my blouse up one more time all as my mother supervised all while trying to forcefully apply lip gloss to my lips and some sort of golden powder to my eyelids. I glanced up through my long lashes and spotted Gloria waving from the front door
"Oh mom there's Mrs. Mott!" I said, thankful for my escape, I clambered out of the car and followed my mother up the steps.
"Margaret! Anastasia! Welcome" Gloria's high pitched voice and zealous smile greeted up warmly, "come in come in, welcome to my home" said as we followed her through the door. We entered into a grand entrance which separated into multiple rooms and was dominated by a large grand staircase in the center, it was much larger and much more expensive than our house and I could feel my mothers jealously radiate off of her but she remained composed beside me, clutching Gloria's hand, their friendship made more and more sense to me.
They chatted about all things weather, clothing, recent pop culture, the indecency and corruption of my generation occasionally inquiring about my opinion in which I nodded absently coming up with vague answers I knew they would agree with, all while they bustled around the large kitchen like housewives preparing dinner for 12 although there was only 4 of us present although I had yet to see Mr. Mott anywhere, the more I thought of it I don't remember much of his presence growing up.
Finally I had enough "erm Gloria, I mean, Mrs. Mott, where's the washroom?" I asked
"Oh sweetheart head up the stairs to your left you'll see it!" She said, "the guest bedroom is directly across the hall, feel free to put your stuff down! And make yourself comfortable" she chirped.
"Don't forget to come down hunny and tell Mrs Mott about your college acceptance!"
My mother added.
any reason to brag to Gloria about the wonderful daughter she would never have. Gloria was, in the nicest way possible, infertile, not in the "medically unable to conceive children" type of way but in the "I would corrupt any living human I tried to raise type of way. Gloria had several children from different husbands, all of whom took their children away after seeing the way Gloria raised them. Strange and violent things seemed to surround their house, it was part of her and my mothers falling out when I was younger.
I moved smoothly up the stairs and walked into the room, it was basic but nice, very homely. I set my bag down on the starched looking bed and went to peer out the window, the view was lovely of course, I admired for a moment, glad to be out of the city and in the country where I was raised. To be away from constant hustle and bustle around me...
"Hello." A raspy voice come from the door, I spun around, a man stood leaning against the frame, his black hair slicked back, maroon dress shirt tucked into immaculately pressed slacks, sleeves rolled up around elegantly muscular arms. His blue eyes studied me curiously, chiseled jaw ever so slightly twitching, "and who are you?" His voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"Anastasia, and who are you?" My words came out huskier than I intended betraying my arousal despite not even knowing this beautiful stranger, at the same time something about him made hatred flood over me, it radiated like hot waves. His eyes widened almost imperceptibly.
"I'm Dandy, Gloria's son." He said, I had met Gloria's children before, none ever as beautiful as this stranger however, I was inclined to not believe him, but why wouldn't I? I was in Gloria's house, surely she was aware of his presence.
"Dandy! Anastasia! Dinner!" Gloria's voice rose up the stairs. He smirked and turned his shoes clicking as he moved down the hallway, I followed quickly after. Downstairs in the dining room my mother scowled slightly as Dandy walked in and took a seat at the table set for 6, again there was only supposed to be 4 of us.
"my son Dandy is also staying for the weekend."
my suspicion increased when I saw a flick of confusion strike across my mothers face.
"Well how lovely to see you Dandy, how old are you now?"
There goes my mother with her nosiness
"24." He said shortly
"I didn't know you had a son Gloria." I spoke up, I couldn't for the life of me ever remembering Gloria have a son.
"You don't remember Dandy dear?" My mother asked, id spent a lot of time at Mrs. Mott's house until I was about 12 when they had their falling out, never once had I seen this man before. I couldn't remember him as a child either but I brushed it off
Dinner passed quickly, Dandy, I discovered despite his handsome appearance, was extremely child like, both in his behavior and his personality. There had to be something seriously wrong with him, one of those people who is physically a certain age yet mentally much younger, his views on the world were shallow and egotistical just like a toddlers, that's probably why Mrs. Mott kept him hidden away all those years.
my mother and Gloria were both tipsy off of expensive champagne, and I myself was feeling a little light headed from sneaking sips off the bottle every time I snuck into the kitchen.
I was making one more pass through, pressing the heavy black champagne bottle to my lips, when I caught a glimpse of movement. I turned quickly, there he was again, leaning against the counter a smile touching his lips.
"You sneak" he said his tongue flicked out over his lips and my eyes fluttered a little bit. Something about him wasn't right, even my drunk brain saw it, from the moment we entered the dining room and we were around Gloria he acted so...childish, his voice high, whiny, his thoughts short and demanding, but now his voice was deeper, his back straight, his body langue so much more confident. I raised the bottle up in a mock toast, I wasn't sure what I was toasting to, maybe it was his ability to fake his entire being in the way I could fake all of my emotions.
"What are you going to do? Tell my mom?" I slurred giggling.
"You can't be old enough to drink" he rolled his eyes
"Hey! I am old..." my thought trailed off as I realized while I wasn't as young as he surely thought I also wasn't old enough to drink either. I shrugged, taking one more big sip off of the bottle, leaning drunkenly against the country, my courage came up my throat like vomit.
"I'm not stupid I see right through your little act. You're not Gloria's son, who are you?"
The last thing I remember before the world slipped away into darkness as my legs buckled was him scoffing
"I can't wait for you to find out"