Dearest Sister,
I apologise for the lateness of this letter, the womb required more lengthy discipline than is usual, though with greater reward.
As you know, one of the greatest services our Sisterhood offers is to guarantee the fertility of our charges shall be perfect, with eggs and sperm being produced visibly so that a Keeper may quite easily control the size of the family. As the saying goes, A Planned Child Is A Wanted Child.
Marzipan proved quite a uniquely perfect gay-girl, in this regard, as her uterus and ovaries seemed lazy, not yet at all producing any particle of menarche, not of any kind, though one expects it in a girl of her size; which meant that I was not racing Nature’s clock, nor fighting with her too-often unmannerly ways.
Firstly, of course, one gently removes the clitoris (if there is one), putting it away temporarily in one of the usual stimulation cylinders. This straightaway makes a girl much more amenable to everything, as the cylinder hums away, giving her a becoming glow. It is often advised to give the cylinder to the parents for safekeeping, but I have always found it better to keep them myself, in my own personal strongbox, as it means I can adjust the settings of the cylinder’s stimulatory hum.
Do invest in a cylinder with Settings, o my sister, but turn it to the lowest of these for the moment; and—most importantly!—do not allow your charge to know what you have done. Her belly should be so big, by this time, that she cannot see past it from any angle, nor reach between her legs with her hands. Removing it should be done while you are removing her urethral plug. Go very slowly. A Lady’s clitoris is her most important asset, and it is our sacred duty to make sure it is unharmed while in our care. Let her bladder fully drain, measure the length of her vaginal passage, and choose an appropriate length of speculum.
Marzipan is very sensitive, but she is also very trusting, and held beautifully still while I removed her rather magnificently large clitoris. This frees the space you will need to slide in the warmed speculum—she is a size 3—and begin stretching her vaginal passage while the cylinder is on the lowest setting, to make certain her body relaxes enough to allow you to click the speculum once every minute. Many girls fuss and fight, but a good stirrup will hold them still, and Marzipan was not the sort of Obstinate girl to fight her Governess’ will. She hummed to herself, instead of fussing or crying. Some good girls carry on a conversation, but I have not had many of those.
Once she was being held open all the way, I turned the cylinder up just one more setting, to make sure she would not begin to tense up, and carefully inserted a long-handled applicator, to put a thick coating of Cervical Serum on only her cervix. After that, one waits, and watches the cervix respond. I find this a great pleasure to watch, and Marzipan’s chubby little cervix did not disappoint, slowly striating with the appropriate muscular opening as the serum absorbed and took effect. One has to wait the full fifteen minutes, no matter what it looks like, and to that end, a Governess must always diligently check the calibration and accuracy of her stopwatch, every single week.
After the cervix has been transformed from a useless aperture to a muscular one that joins into all the muscles of the womb itself, it is a simple matter to insert a clockspring-ring, that will slowly unwind and stretch her new cervix. You are not old enough to remember when we did not have such luxuries, and had to screw open a pear every morning, o my sister—such convenience technology gives us!
After this do not, as I have heard they do at some Finishing Schools for Young Ladies, put in a smaller urethral plug—put in just the same size as always, it does not do to go backward! All one need do during the time the stretching ring is doing its work is leave off the thrusting cycle of her daily internal bath; it will stay put quite on its own, otherwise!
The machine has settings for a stretching ring’s presence, as I found out, and this rotates the brushes much slower, and leaves out the thrusting cycle entire. As Marzipan had completed her klismatic transfiguring, the rotary brush was much shorter and flared, to clean the single chamber. After she is cleaned, fill her as usual, always adding three more ounces each day from now on. She takes them wonderfully, and her belly is a beautiful sight, after she is filled up for the day in all her pretty, helpless holes.
During the preparations for bed, check on the spring-ring and insert the first vaginal stretching plug. We do not put the first ones in during the day, as they may become dislodged. I began with the size three plug, coated liberally with Stasia, as all her plugs, and found out I would not have to sit up all night inflating it at intervals, as the machine had an attachment that would automatically inflate the plug gradually through the night, much more smoothly than I could, until it had doubled in size. With how well Marzipan took the speculum, I had no doubt that she would bear the widening of her vagina without any trouble, and set her cylinder on the lowest setting, so she would sleep more soundly.
For girls who have the bad habit of straying hands, one might find that the plug in their vagina makes them more Obstinate and likely to attempt rubbing themselves during the night. Marzipan does not have this trouble, but if a girl does, then the best method of discouraging this is to fill her one-half again as full with her dinner, and add a liberal dose of valerian to the lade. This will sedate her, as well as pin her quite effectively to the bed, and should also make her belly large enough to make reaching between her thighs impossible. If she persists—girls can be very clever, if they have a mind toward mischief—you can also add a punishment dose of bisacodyl, though this will cause enough discomfort that she may not sleep well. Still, Obstinate girls know full well the consequences of their disobedience, and causing poor sleep as punishment makes her more pliant, after a while, as the exhaustion sets in. It only ever takes a week before they find that your will is stronger than their wilfulness.
(Marzipan has never needed punishing, not truly. Of course I do test her, and discipline her body, but that is not because she is Obstinate, merely the regular discipline, you understand. She’s so eager to trust me, it’s such a joy to weaken her into a perfect Lady)
In the morning, take note of the night-plug’s diameter; remove it and check the cervix is expanding well and the ring has not become dislodged (do not glue it in; I know it is tempting, but it is a very lazy common practise, I don’t mind saying!) before inserting a day-plug of the same diameter she woke up with. This was quite large, for Marzipan, and do you remember how I said in my last letter that her urethral and anal plugs made her hardly able to walk at all? With the vaginal plug inside, she took such tiny, beautiful steps. Once fully dressed in her corset and bustle, she moved with very becoming restraint. I made sure to tell her so, it is important to let the girls know when they are doing well, so they remember what to do. One cannot be as demanding as we are without being equally sure to give praise when it is due, and bolster her spirit.
At the end of a week of this, the spring should have expanded her cervix to three inches; do not add more Stasia, the cervix should not remain dilated, but merely remain more plastic than Nature grants, to ease the passage in and out of the womb.
Practise pregnancy used to be the norm, but I find it is outdated now that we know how much it can confuse the body. I much prefer the method designed by Sister Roseberry, which I know many criticise for it causing the body to produce an egg every day; but despite the claims it will exhaust the supply, I assure you it does nothing of the kind. A girl’s body has more than enough eggs for the rest of five lifetimes, particularly after her ovaries are developed to their final size, and passing something through her vaginal passage every day keeps her muscles supple and practised, so that childbirth will be neither distressing nor uncomfortable.
Another thing—one need not starve the poor creature so you can see when the ovaries and womb press out against the belly—that is barbaric and self-gratifying, and we must be neither if we are to shape Ladies that are neither.
It is important to keep up the idea that her womb is growing in, so that the increasing size of her organ is no distress. Adding Roseberry’s mixture to every meal causes quite fast growth, and while it can feel a bit warm or pulsing, it does not hurt. At the end of the week, one may briefly check her abdomen after emptying her bladder and gut in the morning, before her usual morning bath; despite any fat on her apron, there should still be visible bulges from her ovaries, through the fat.
By nightfall, she should feel one of the eggs beginning to push inside her womb. Shining a pierce-light against her full belly should allow you to see it progress in silhouette. The final drop into the uterus should not take more than an hour, and only once it drops can you let her sleep.
The egg will grow through the night, and be ready in the morning—and, now, you have a new form of punishment, in the form of plugging her up and allowing the eggs to build up inside her. Marzipan is too good for it to ever come to this, but I have had charges in the past that were so very determined that I was unable to rein them in until this stage, when a week’s worth of eggs swelling them up, and the punishment enemas, finally broke through to them.
Marzipan was one of the pleasing sort of girls that could feel the egg moving through her, and told me all about it without any need for me to do more than watch her naked belly twitch. It quite excited her, that her womb was “growing in”, and that she was starting to be Fertile. Would that all of my charges were so eager!
In the morning, I emptied her bladder and her enema, and her ovaries were pressing firm against her belly, the size of ripened pomegranates—the ideal size. The egg itself should be of similar size, positioned beneath, so that one has to press and palpate a little to move the ovaries and feel it there, firmer than the ovaries. This usually causes the girl some distress, but one must always check, for the first few eggs, until one is sure her body is well-trained and producing consistently. I tell them that their Keeper would wish to do this every morning it suited their familial desires, and she had better get used to it.
To my great surprise, there were two eggs in Marzipan, one a little smaller than the other; and when I had her kneel at the edge of her bed and bend herself over it, pressing her belly into the bed and laying the eggs (as is the proper position), the first that came out of her struggling vaginal passage was undersized, and the next was more of a proper size. I have written to the Sisterhood, and made note of this in her trousseau of course, as a Lady who consistently makes two eggs at a time is a coveted rarity—but they must be of equal size. Marzipan’s body struggled with that, so on the third day I simply reached in and manipulated the eggs to make sure the larger one came out first, and then put in a cervical plug, to teach her body that there are Standards it must keep to. This caused her no little distress, but she bore it so well; and after all, the womb must learn discipline, as I told her during the time I was pressing her belly to move the eggs as I wanted.
It is not ideal, but sometimes a lady produces two eggs and lays every other day; one does what one can to prevent this, I have known it to correct itself when one keeps the cervix plugged and allows the first few eggs to build up, so the body gets used to holding them, and learns not to be so hasty; but Marzipan’s womb straightened out and learned what was expected of it much quicker, as wombs usually do.
The position pushes her belly most uncomfortably, and strengthens the uterine muscles by making it harder to use mechanical aids, such as gravity or pressing one’s thighs against the belly. Most girls cry, and I find that holding them down with the handled brass anal plug we have for this purpose is necessary so they don’t learn to push from the wrong place. Mixing weakening serums into her bladder lade also helps her develop the correct muscles, I find.
By the time you get to eggs, her muscles will be quite weak, and so she will likely struggle for an hour or more to get her daily egg out. This is to be expected, and it should remain difficult. After a week of her regularly producing an egg every day, you must begin replacing her urethral plug and having her learn she must lay with it inside.
Her vagina should be reaching a wide enough diameter that once her egg is past the cervix it slides out very easily, indeed, particularly without her clitoris causing any obstruction, and even when her plugs are inside.
Marzipan is taking to the humiliating reality of fertility quite well, and I daresay her teats are big enough that swelling them with milk shall make her entirely helpless to her own fertility. I anticipate writing you all about it soon, and am,
Fondly Your Sister,
E. Manderly