Chapter 1 - The New Corset Adel pulled into the train station to wait for the 5.10 train. She'd arrived early to find a place in the car park and Adel wanted to be ready on the platform ready to meet him. Scot had sent a text to her phone about 30 minutes ago to let her know that he would be arriving on time. Adel had taken extra care that morning to dress...
Krystian arrived in England as a baby with his family in 1946, from Uzghorod, Ukraine, and his parents changed his name to Christian within a month. Christian and Jeanette first met in 1963 when she was about 19 and he was a year younger. She was an art student and he a trainee laboratory technician. She joked with him about his central European accent and...
Mollie in Australia Photograph and letter received 11 October 1994 [Photo not found.] Interviewed by telephone 22 October 1994 Recovered from damaged telephone tape and transcribed August 2000 Interviewer. Hello Mollie. This is [name], from the corset research project. What time is it there, with you? Hope it's OK for you to talk now. Mollie. Yeah, i...
For months I wore the corset only on those rare occasions when I had both time to myself and a craving for femininity, but I couldn't help being curious about what it would do to me at other times. On one especially genderless Sunday, I dared to try it. My fear was unfounded. I was not suddenly cursed with bounteous breasts, and yet, as I tightened the lace...
The idea for this story came to me when pictures of Emma Bunton 'Baby Spice' were splashed over a number of papers on holiday with her mother, showing Emma with a definite flabby belly. After this for some months I noticed that she always wore clothes to hide her waist and she did appear in a proper light blue 'serious' corset as mentioned in the story, when...
My name is Paul and I seem always to have had a fascination with women's underwear, especially girdles, corsetry, bras, stockings, suspenders and so on. As an 18-year old teenager, in 1969, the family went on holiday to the Norfolk Broads. On the way back, a detour was made to the Spirella factory at Letchworth, Hertfordshire. There were many women, men and...
After their Sunday photo shoot Tim reviewed the pictures on his computer screen. Only a few were up to his expectations. He was frustrated that the beauty and sexuality he'd watched live hadn't been captured in most of the pictures. Tim told Mary of his disappointment. He said he was going to get about 10 pictures enlarged and printed but he expected only o...
Marcellus Tvaris was a tailor. He was the very best of tailors. He could fit a dinner jacket with such precision, he fit his dresses with such delicacy, that he was able to keep his shop open in a suburb on the west side of Detroit for twenty five years. He had an exacting and accurate eye for detail. He would take notice of the particular way a man's waistl...
I could look into my closet and see it sitting in there all black and shiny. I know how tight and snug it feels against my soft skin. It was just whispering my name and it wanted to be unleashed and tightened around my waist. It wanted to be applied to my body to soak up the sweat that would soon fall from my body as I was being fucked so hard. It all star...
The following is my re-creation of an event that happened a few years ago. I had been a sissy slave to Mistress Marie for over 2 decades during which I become a totally submissive slave to Her every desire. I think of Her often as She has passed now. While doing Self-Bondage activities shortly following Her passing my wild imagination conjures up the Mistres...