Latex Doll Princess Under the Burqa

"Princess, you're being restless again!" Shirley, the maid beside her, gently chided as she helped smooth Angela's back. "Mmmph!" Angela let out a dissatisfied sound, her body wriggling, and the creaking of restraints immediately followed. If this maid were to try such confinement, she'd know the suffering she was enduring. She was wearing three corsets, a tight vest, and a tight chemise. Two layers of latex alone, plus a mask on her face. To outsiders, the beautiful eyes they could see were merely a mask; in reality, not an inch of her was exposed. The delicate hands peeking out from under her robe, adorned with black lace-trimmed silk gloves, were mere decoration. Even so, they were kept in her pockets, rarely shown. To be precise, Angela wasn't from this world. She hailed from the modern "Doll Country" and, not long ago, was a man. She first underwent feminization, becoming a woman and living in Doll Country for a year. Then, somehow, she arrived here. While in Doll Country, she was also forced to be entirely encased in latex and often had to wear restraints when going out, but compared to here, her previous confinement in Doll Country was a life of bliss. As a result, the moment she woke up this morning, before she could even process what was happening, her night corset was removed. After being washed and dressed at lightning speed, a gag was unceremoniously shoved into her mouth, followed by a soft object that nearly made her vomit. But locked in place, it couldn't be expelled. Next, she was fitted with a corset. As the lady-in-waiting beside her had said, a noblewoman without a corset was practically naked. A noblewoman without a gag would let others hear her seductive sounds. A noblewoman without a waist cincher disrespected herself. A noblewoman without a good figure was no better than those common sluts. She couldn't agree, but she couldn't argue either, for she had lost the right to do so. The innermost corset wasn't latex but a very thin silk, yet it was equally tight and clung to her skin. Then came a black latex suit, which snugly encased her entire body, leaving no part uncovered except her head, making her feel perpetually taut. But this was only the beginning. Next was a bra, unlike modern bras. This was extremely tight, designed to accentuate her breasts, making them appear fuller. The price, however, was her own discomfort as her breasts were pushed and molded, causing her immense pain. And the waist cincher, which already made her slender waist even more delicate, now made it appear so fragile that it evoked pity. Her slender waist was like a final act of defiance.

Next, another corset was tightly cinched around her waist. This corset was pulled even tighter from behind, making her feel as if her waist might snap. Every breath she took was heavy, yet she had to force herself to squeeze into the bodice and corset just to gasp for air. Each breath was a crushing blow. Her lower half fared no better. The small opening that had been forced apart was now being stretched, a cool sensation seeping inside. However, her urethra and anus were clamped shut, preventing her from relieving herself. Just as the governess had said, an elegant lady should not think of such dirty matters during the day. What a ridiculous notion! Were ladies not human? This was training a mere decoration, a doll. In truth, that was precisely the intention. The hole that had been forced open below was then fitted with a chastity belt. This was one of the measures to keep her safe outside, but the unclosed opening was toyed with by various devices within the chastity belt, leaving her utterly helpless. She couldn't even reach inside to touch herself. This made her incredibly frustrated, at times wishing she could scream hysterically. The feeling of helplessness, powerlessness, and incompetence made each day feel like an eternity. Her hands, of course, were pulled behind her, bound tightly with a single-handed restraint and pressed flat against her back. Beneath that, a tight petticoat pressed her thighs almost together. The leather skirt had little elasticity, making her feel as though her legs were also encased in a corset. Then, her legs were adorned with a pair of ballet high-heeled boots. The tops of the boots just brushed the hem of the petticoat. Even with the platforms, the nearly vertical angle of the ballet heels made her feel as though she could barely walk. Furthermore, a delicate anklet was fastened to her small feet, ostensibly to prevent her from stumbling too far and falling. After all, an accomplished noblewoman should not walk with the haste of a village wench. And of course, wearing elegant high heels demanded the most graceful gait, with only higher heels to accentuate a lady's poise and composure. Just as she thought she could finally put on her clothes, another garment was placed upon her: a latex dress. This one, however, extended from her feet to a straight skirt hem, essentially a straight, form-fitting latex dress from shoulders to calves. Her arms were held firmly behind her, accentuating her slender waist and shapely buttocks, further restricting her movement. This, the governess had declared, was a lady's daily essential. Without this latex sheath, how could one be considered properly attired? Moreover, as a paragon of ladyhood, the princess should set an example. For instance, the highest heels, the narrowest waist, and the most elegant demeanor.

In the grand hall, ministers clad in white robes stood at attention, awaiting the arrival of the Princess Regent to ascend the noble throne. Angela's latex-clad form did not proceed directly into the hall; her palanquin halted outside. The bearers, lacking the requisite status, were forbidden entry, as were the female attendants. Though she wielded immense power within the inner court, her authority was confined to the harem. Her personal maid, Shirley, was bound to her side, never to leave. This, however, was a torment for Angela. In her current state, traversing the long central aisle to reach the seat of power was an insurmountable challenge; she could barely stand steady on her own. She was helped down, trembling, her arms absent, rendering her incapable of maintaining balance. Like an unsteady chopstick, she swayed precariously. Shirley, her personal maid, steadied her and whispered, "Your Highness, bear with it. Once you are on the throne, you will be more comfortable!" Angela rolled her eyes, though no one could see it within her helmet. She yearned to retort that appearing in the hall dressed like this, when even standing was agony, was absurd. Fortunately, the ballet stilettos were made of hard leather, offering at least some support. She had adapted somewhat, and with sheer endurance of the pain, she could walk. She felt her soles beginning to cramp. I swayed precariously, nearly toppling several times, but was subtly supported by my maid. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that Shirley, too, wore high heels, her hands bound by manacles, her body encased in a corset, and her steps were small, only slightly larger than the Princess's. It was a scene of one helpless supporting another, even more helpless. Angela shuffled forward, inch by agonizing inch. She longed to give up, but through her limited field of vision, she saw the ministers on either side. If she could see behind her, she would undoubtedly see the retinue following. Logically, the ministers should have entered the hall behind the monarch. However, as she was merely acting as regent, these officials were already in position. Behind them trailed only palace attendants, ready to serve, and guards. Angela proceeded, her gait unsteady, her steps weaving. The court was silent, the only sounds the creaking of the corset and latex, echoing throughout the vast hall. If Angela's face could be seen, it would surely be flushed like an overripe peach. She wished she could vanish into the earth. It was likely the first time such sounds had ever been heard within these hallowed halls. Slowly, fragments of her predecessor's memories began to surface, coalescing into a coherent narrative. This world was not the ancient past she had imagined. It was an unknown dimension, and this nation, a mid-tier power within it, boasted a population of just over a million. Thriving on trade and possessing a capable and willing military, it lived a comfortable existence. In this world, it was standard practice for nearly every nation to impose restraints on women, thereby generating "restraint elements." The men's role was to maintain societal production, for mere restraint elements were insufficient; they required "restrainers" to utilize them, akin to magic that needed to be charged rather than conjured from the air with a magical device. These restrainers functioned much like mages. Certain high-end devices also utilized restraint elements for power, such as the one she was currently wearing. Thus, while it appeared that women provided the restraint elements for the entire nation, those who were restrained possessed little freedom. The lower classes were subjected to minimal restraint, used for preservation, while stricter restraints commanded higher prices. The notion that mere ropes could generate restraint elements was utterly preposterous. A slight movement, and the memories flooding her mind momentarily eclipsed the pain in her feet. This was the first time a female leader had entered this hall, albeit in such a strictly restrained state.

But, bound by layer upon layer of restraints, she could do nothing but listen slowly. "Alright, Your Highness, everything I've said is from the bottom of my heart. I only hope Your Highness will take it to heart and cease such absurd behavior." "We will now begin training in deportment, and while training in deportment, I will also teach Your Highness the rules of conduct! This is the first lesson of today's noblewoman's course!" Angela was lifted up, and the morning's attire was peeled off layer by layer, leaving only the鸢服 (yuānfú - a type of formal attire, here implying a restrictive garment) at the very end. It was like the discussions in court about the matter of restraint elements, a crucial component for corsetry, and also a key material for the production of the鸢服. In fact, it required more than corsetry, and the craftsmanship was even more complex. The latex suit from the morning was this very thing. It didn't cover the head, but rather encased the entire body from top to bottom without a single gap. This was because noblewomen generally consumed foods that were easily digestible and produced minimal waste. Furthermore, anal plugs were used to prevent any unladylike excretions from occurring at inappropriate times, and certain medications were employed to slow down bodily functions. This allowed these noble ladies to defecate only once a week, truly making them little fairies who rarely needed to poop. This set of鸢服 was also one of the important items for collecting restraint elements, and it could even be said to be the most efficient. Because it covered the entire body, any area where restraint was applied would have its elements absorbed. Of course, such an item would also be considerably expensive. For commoners, possessing just one of these would be something to brag about for a lifetime. If a daughter or wife owned one, one would be eager to show it off every day. For noblewomen, however, this was daily wear. Any adult noblewoman not wearing鸢服 would be considered to be behaving disgracefully. However, the鸢服 now needed to be replaced, and beneath this particular鸢服, there was still silk wrapping. Therefore, the鸢服 was not something that, once put on, could never be removed. Merely, at this moment, they intended to have the princess wear the鸢服 directly. This would be more conducive to the princess's perception, rather than being separated by silk. With the鸢服 removed, the princess, clad only in silk, her voluptuous curves making her appear exceptionally alluring. The silk revealed the princess's form in a tantalizing, semi-concealed manner. This misty, veiled sensation was the most captivating, causing the attending maids to stare in a daze for a moment.