Katla’s Therapy

Written by Shmabahamoha © 2017

It had been hard for Katla when she had found out that she wouldn’t be able to have children. She had spent her former years dreaming of the sons and daughters that she would never have now that she had found out that she was infertile. While adoption was still an option – one she may yet take – it was not the same and left her with a sense of failing in her femininity. She needed something with which to reclaim her femininity so that she could resume her usual calm standing.

Throughout this process, Katla was deeply grateful for the loving care and support of her fiancé Einar. He had been her rock, steadying her as she comprehended the news and its consequences. It had, in fact, been he who suggested the solution as to how she could regain her femininity: corsets. At first, she had instinctively recoiled at the idea but the more she thought about it, the better the idea appeared. Thus, she came to wear corsets.

At first, Katla would just wear a corset to make the most of the figure she already had, using it to narrow her waist and display her bosom. Soon, however, she became addicted to it and was soon seeking the narrowest waist possible, wearing ever-tightening corsets until she was sporting a 45 cm waist. Not only did the tightness of these corsets change but so too did their length, increasing from their initial hip-to-underbust length to her current crotch-to-chin one, now incorporating a neck corset that held and stretched her neck. Her corset wearing was accompanied by high heels, ostensibly to make her feel more feminine. These also became an addiction to her, with her now wearing calf-high boots with 15 cm heels that held her feet almost vertical.

It was quite obvious that Katla was no longer merely wearing corsets to regain her femininity but instead the desire to present the perfect figure, that is, the smallest waist atop the highest heels. Einar had been supportive, not comprehending the logical outcome of her fanaticism – she would not be satisfied until there was no way to reduce her waist any further. This conclusion is what had led her here today.

Katla had just recovered from her operation in pursuit of perfection. She wanted to further reduce her waist and wasn’t going to let nature get in her way. Previously, her waist reduction had been limited by her ribs and internal organs. So she had had some of them removed. She had had her floating ribs removed, believing her corset would provide the necessary support. She had also had all of her reproductive organs removed; she was infertile so these were of no use to her. Thus, her waist would be as small as it could be.

She had not, however, stopped at her waist. She wanted to be able to wear the highest heels possible. She had had her feet modified to this end. Tendons were shortened and a metal rod inserted so that she could, and could only, stand with her feet vertical on the tips of her toes. She would, of course, always have to wear high heels from then on but that was the point.

Katla was ready for her final transformation. Her operations were of no use without the garments to complement them. Foremost amongst those garments was the corset. To merely call it a corset wouldn’t be to give it its due for it ran from Katla’s chin to her crotch, holding everything in between in a solid, unyielding embrace. The red fibreglass corset came in halves and Katla laid back into the back half lying on the table. Even just this half compressed her already narrow waist and stretched her neck.

Katla had Einar help her with rest of her transformation. He could not claim to be encouraging of her transformation but supported her nonetheless because he loved her – and, he had to admit, she would look even more attractive once transformed. His first tasks were to insert catheter and enema tubes into Katla’s urethra and anus. The corset covered her crotch so she would use the tubes to go toilet from now on. This did have the effect that Katla no longer had control over her excretions but she did not consider this a significant matter.

The second half of the corset was brought over Katla, looking just as fearsome as the first. The edges of the two halves were patterned to form an interlocking closure when pushed together. Einar manœuvred the second half in place. Before it had even been connected, it was further crushing Katla’s waist and forcing her chin high as it stretched her neck. This compression increased as Einar connected the halves at the sides. Katla was now held immovably compressed from her chin to her crotch, her waist having been reduced to an unnatural 35 cm by the cruel corset and her shoulders forced ruthlessly back, prominently displaying her breasts.

Einar had to compliment Katla on the impressive silhouette she had achieved. Her minùte waist was in stark contrast to her bulging breasts, themselves held in the solid globes of the corset. Her rigid, lengthened neck, her head held securely and able to neither nod nor shake, was in contrast to the softness of the cordiform cutout that exposed her skin from the base of her neck down to her cleavage. The cutout tempted the onlooker but the corset denied.

At first glance, the crotch appeared to continue this denial but it had been designed with Einar in mind. Einar had a key that would allow him to open part of the crotch piece, giving him access to Katla’s vagina and the pleasures therein. Katla could not, however, receive any pleasure of her own from such an interaction as she had had sensation from that area surgically dulled because she didn’t want it to remind her of the children she couldn’t have. Her vagina was, in essence, owned by Einar, a fact emphasised by Einar’s possession of the key to access it.

Hanging from where the corset ended at her legs were elastic suspenders whose purpose was to encourage Katla to wear feminine stockings. Hanging as they were, they would likely quickly become an annoyance if they were not attached to something. Katla commenced the next phase of her dressing by attaching a pair of mid-thigh-high shear black stockings to the suspenders. Matching suspends hung from the shoulder of the corset and to which Katla attached a pair of similarly shear above-the-elbow gloves.

With her undergarments complete, Katla moved onto her footwear. She put on red knee-high heeled boots. The boots had heels of 20 cm, the lowest and only height she could wear now that her ankles had been fixed unbendingly in an extended position. This position came at the price of reduced mobility. She was now forced to mince along on the tips of her toes but she did not mind the provocative action. The matching red gloves Katla placed on her forearms were also restrictive, with a solid wrist that allowed no flexibility. She still had the use of her hand and fingers themselves but the wrist held straight exuded the air of a woman comfortable in her femininity.

Katla’s dressing, fittingly, finished with the fitting of the dress. Einar held it as she stepped into the black, figure-hugging number. Sitting tightly against her corset, it showed off her bosom and narrow waist, padded out her hips, before narrowing again to hold her legs in a tight embrace down to her calves. At the other end, its high collar sat closely beneath her chin, flowed over the shoulders, puffing out over her upper arms before returning to tightly holding her forearm. The sleeves acted to hinder the movement of her elbow while holding her arms close to her body.

The dress was finished off by a heart-shaped cutout, coinciding with but slightly larger than that of the corset, contrasting a red-rimming heart of flesh against the black dress. Einar zipped up the back of Katla’s dress from the hips to the nape. The small, nearly invisible zip was fiddly and it’s unlikely Katla would have been able to open or close it herself, essentially trapping her in the dress. For Katla, this merely improved the dress’s ability to turn her into the ultimate femme séduisante.

Katla’s final act of dressing was to do her make-up and hair. The bold make-up combined with her long, dark hair completed her transformation to the height of femininity. Katla felt able to move on from her disappointment at her infertility, confident again in her womanhood. Whilst she may now be permanently held rigid in her corset, unable to receive sexual pleasure as, head held erect, she struggled to breathe through her minuscule waist, bidden to stand forever on her toes, and induced to wear provocative clothing, she was at least a woman again. This alone was worth the sacrifice.