The Art of the Corset

Chapter One- The Decision

Prologue

Sex. It is the one thing that everyone craves. It can make the most honest and polite men into deviants but can also make the most cruel men into saints. It goes by many names but is caused by the same exact thing; lust. Something the women take to their full advantage. They use the lust of the men to achieve what they desire. For most, it is social acceptance via gold, jewels, and marriage. But for others, it is for survival. One woman in particular is Evelynn Sarien, a beautiful and clever girl who has dealt with poverty her entire life. Since she is now at the age that she is able to care for herself, she has been placed out on the streets but she had found the difficulty in surviving.

The rain poured hard on the cobblestone as the young Eve scurried to take shelter. Finding an alleyway, she saw an array of men and women. Most of the men were up against the wall as the women were on their knees before them. Eve did not understand the scene before her so she ran back into the rain to find somewhere else to go. But in each alley, in each crevice-was the scene she had tried to escape. She would watch the men tremble as they reached satisfaction and the women get handed pretty coins. It made her curious on the act they had been performing. Her long brown hair bounced on her back as she caught up to one of the women who were just given the pretty coins. The woman had long blonde hair and a dress that appeared suited better for a wedding chamber than out on the streets. She saw the young girl and the look of curiosity in her eye and it made her chuckle.

"Go home kid." She said as she walked through a maze of alleyways-the girl following behind.

"I do not have one."

"You are an orphan?"

Eve nodded as the tears poured down her cheeks. Her hair was now soaked and her body was trembling.

"Well we cannot have you getting sick now can we?" She said pulling her into a building decorated completely in red. Curtains hung from many rooms that made it possible for anyone to see the silhouette's actions. Eve was no exception. She saw the movements and motions but did not understand them.

"What is your name girl?"

"Evelynn Sarien."

"How old are you?"

"Twelve."

"I see...Are you a virgin?"

"A what?"

"Have you ever had sex before?"

"What's that? I have had a cold before...is that the same thing?"

The woman laughed before placing her hand on her shoulder and leading her to a room away from the moaning and the groaning.

"Oh dear... I can see your parents never talked to you about the gift of life..."

She shook her head before she was shown to sit at the edge of a bed.

"I guess I cannot blame them. You are young-but I was younger when I learned..."

"About what?"

"Sex."

"What is it? Is it a sickness? Is it a form of weather or a person?"

"No silly girl. It is an act between two people. Mostly for pleasure-but sometimes used to create the gift of life-babies as you were once one."

"Oh. No! I haven't done that!" She said defending her virtue proud.

"Do you know what you have seen tonight? What we are?"

"Women..." She said hiding her face as she blushed.

"Yes. But we are also responsible for the pleasure men, and women ask for as they come here..."

"I don't understand."

"They pay us to pleasure them and we make a pretty penny."

"Why? Should that not be saved for marriage?"

"I am not going to tell you that it should or should not. I will say that the feeling it gives is intense. I have never found a feeling similar."

"What about love?"

"It doesn't exist girl. It is something made up for storybooks when we are children. You must learn something now. Love is nothing. It is a pigment if your imagination. Not a true feeling. Do you understand?"

She nodded. "And what is pleasure?"

"Do you ever obtain a drink of water after days of behind dehydrated?"

"I think so..."

"Or an itch that you are able to scratch?"

She nodded. "It's like that-but it feels much better....Like an explosion of heat and lust. It is the art of the corset, a moment of teasing before giving the man or woman a release..."

"It seems...hot...like gross..."

"It can be. But not here. It is strictly physical arousal and release."

"I don't understand..."

"It takes time to explain things like this...I can see you will grow to be a very beautiful girl...would you want to stay? So I can teach you all there is to know about it?"

She nodded before being shown the world underground. Each action made her more confused of the one before and eventually lost her entirely. She was thrown into a situation of mature comprehension that she lacked-but slowly gained through time. As she became older, each year, she would be placed outside to see if she would be able to draw a crowd. It was only until she was fifteen there were no responses.

"Madame Belladoux!" Eve shouted, running inside the home, the other ladies looked at her closely.

"Yes girl?"

"I have my first client!" She stated, dancing and twirling as the other ladies smiled down at her. "And he's younger like me. Not an older man like most of yours."

"I am very proud of you. Now we must get you all cleaned up for him....Gertie..." She called as a woman dressed in all purple came out from a back room and brought Eve to bathe, dress, and become an alluring young lady. As these actions were performed, a smile never left her face. She had become excited for what she had always heard and seen but never experienced by herself. Madame Belladoux had not allowed her to partake as she was far too young and fragile. But as she was nearly a woman herself, she allowed her, her very first client. One in which would change her life forever....