At first I was embarrassed when her other maid, Joleen, would bustle about on her many errands. But as time passed, I noticed she paid us no attention. "You're just part of the furniture," as she put it.
True to her word, Madame laced me into a wasp waisted chorus-girl's corset that brought my waist down to nineteen inches. Since I am so short, this was easily accomplished, and before long, she had me in a corset of a breathtaking seventeen inches. By the end of a day or so, I had become used to such tightness and acceted it as part and parcel of my enslavement by Madame.