RetroXotique

Aged 54, divorced; a Marketing Executive; Gloucester, England.

Events dated 1980. 

 I always had an interest in women's body shapes and came to my own conclusions that a carefully dressed woman can be sexier than a nude can. I was attracted to one particular woman at a government function in London, because she had such a feminine shape. She seemed more womanly than anyone I'd ever seen. She moved smoothly and held her shoulders and head in a special way - not so much proud as aware of herself. During the evening I managed to get near to her a number of times and she noticed me. At the end of the event I asked if she wanted a taxi or a lift in my car and she accepted the lift. My car was big and comfortable but, even so, she asked me to help her sit into it and I noticed that she was rigid in her torso. We talked and I told her about my excitement at being with her. She laid her hand on my knee as I was driving, and said, "Take me to my flat, please". I did and we made a date to attend another formal evening the next week. As we parted, she kissed me openly and warmly and said,

"Please come early and help me get ready. Is that alright? I'd like your help."

I was in a fever of excitement and anticipation for the next week and arrived at her apartment about an hour before we would need to leave for the party. She let me in whilst wearing a long housecoat and took me by the hand, to her bedroom. She made me sit on a lounge chair and began to undress.

For the first time, I saw her underwear and was really surprised at the exquisite corset she was wearing under the housecoat. I expected something firm because of the way she moved but the corset before me was merciless in the way it held her waist and hips. It was sheer black silk with white edges and white laces at the back. It allowed her no movement at all except to walk, breathe and move her arms. It had eight suspenders and she asked me to undo her stockings. She could not bend to do it and I wondered how her stockings had been put on earlier in the day. I know now that she had a secretary who also acted as her dresser. I moved across to her and unlaced the corset after taking off her stockings. It was savage in the way it held her body. She had a waist of about 19 inches with hips about 40 inches and nice breasts which I never knew the measurements. There were eyelets all down her back from her shoulder blades to her bottom: maybe 30 of them on each side. Her tummy protruded and she held it as I released the corset. When it came off she stood there holding her tummy with one hand and clinging onto my arm with the other. She needed my support to walk to the bathroom where her modesty returned as she pushed me gently outside the door for a few minutes.

When she emerged, she held out her hand again for my support and I led her back to her wardrobe. She took out another corset, which was even more striking than the first. It was dark blue in colour with bright yellow edges and laces. At the back it was shaped right up to the nape of her neck and included a bra top. At the bottom it shaped under her seat at the back but was cut up at the front so that I could see clearly between her legs. The front stiffener was carefully shaped straight down from the bra line, then inwards for about seven inches at her waist, and then out over her tummy to the bottom edge. Clipping it into place took some care and I struggled for a minute. She held the top edge in place whilst I fiddled with the lower studs. If her body had not been trained to the shape, it would not have fastened at all. I got it fastened and she asked me to tighten the laces a little at the back. They were double laces: two laces through each eyelet making a criss-cross all down the back. I realised that I could exert a massive leverage when I pulled on the laces. There were eight suspenders on this corset also and she asked me to fix them first, before lacing her into shape.

She walked across to what I had thought was a bell-pull in the ceiling. Then I saw that it was a plaited leather rope with two loops at the end. She placed her hands in the loops and told me how to raise her onto her tip-toes. She was stretched up with her head back and her breasts jutting out waiting for the corset to contain her. She was suspended like that all the time that I laced her tighter and tighter, under her instructions. I laced her fairly tight and then she rested. Then again, twice more, until the corset came together and she was panting. I let her down and she stood there holding her breasts and her tummy and pressing on her waist. She was even more rigid that before. She had no movement except to walk and to move her arms and her head. I helped her complete her dressing for the evening and we talked about her tight lacing.

"Why do you do this to yourself", I asked, " isn't it painful ?"

"Yes it is painful sometimes and it limits me. But I like the shape it gives me and I know that I am more of a woman than anyone I ever meet. Now I couldn't live without the support and the excitement of the constant pressure."

"Doesn't it restrict your love life?" I asked before realising that we hardly knew each other.

She did ’t seem to notice by forwardness, "You'd be surprised how much extra pleasure I get from my tight lacing. Maybe you'll find out."

I helped her into her long dress, which fitted her like a glove all over. We drove to the function and I stayed at her side all evening. She kept taking my arm and sometimes my hand, and gently pulling me to feel at her hard corseted shape. By the end of the evening, I was very aroused and her eyes told me that she was, also.

Later we made love for the first time. She was wild with excitement but unable to move much in her long blue corset. I had to use all my imagination to get into her. The corset restricted my access but I got great satisfaction and she came to many orgasms in the night. The corset seemed to relax a little and she made me retighten it twice during the night. In the morning, we were both exhausted. Her waist was no more than 18 inches and I hated having to leave her. She’d shown me something new and exciting. I wanted her all to myself and we became lovers.

She showed me even more about restraint and other aspects of her corsetry. She asked to be tied and stretched in many different ways but always the important feature was the corsets. Although she was the one restrained, I was her slave and she was in charge of our sex and almost everything in our excitement.

Eventually, she cooled towards me and we drifted apart. She found another lover and I have not seen her for years. I would have married her if she'd wanted.