Girdle And Stockings Fetish Stories

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Fetish begins at 40 Ch. 02

by Learningfast on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

It is 5.45 on a November evening; she's undressed and robed herself in a silk dressing gown. Her feet are compressed into her highest stiletto heels; 5 inches, which make her size 4 feet almost vertical behind her toes. She sits on the cushioned wicker chair in their bedroom and waits. He will be here in a few minutes and she will make him dress her as she w...

Candid Fetish Interview

by Learningfast on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

Suzanne Interviewed in Manchester 18 November 2006, Interviewer: Hi, thanks for meeting me. I've got about an hour. I'm doing interviews with women who use their fashions to improve their love lives. That could mean sex-lives, you know? Is that OK? Some women talk about shorts, and others talk about stockings. Some have told me about Spanx. Others abou...

Suzanne's Corset Devotion

by Learningfast on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Hi. This is my story. My name is Suzanne and I'm 37 years old. I live in Manchester in northern England. My first husband was a steady man but unexciting and once I left him for a fling with a more exciting man. But it didn't last and I went back to the marriage. Our marriage was our parents' idea and we were married at 20. He just wasn't an imaginative love...

Candid Fetish Interview 04

by Learningfast on Mar 18, 2020
Fetish

Jacqueline in Leicester; 18 November 2016, Interviewer Hi, thanks for meeting me. How did you first find out about our figure training project? Jackie I found your questionnaire a few days ago and the speakers at the Leeds conference encouraged me. I felt straight away that I should send my story. I never would have thought to do such a thing but I hope...

Older Sister's Nylons Ch. 01

by BlkNYLONS on Sep 18, 2017
Fetish

This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up, dropped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and I turned around...

Catherine's Girl

by kingkeywriter on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Catherine Roman's chauffeur pulled in front of my house in a black Escalade to transport me to Mrs. Roman's country estate for a weekend visit. Because of a surprise snowstorm, I had canceled my Friday appointments. Nevertheless, I wore my business suit and traveled lightly at Mrs. Roman's behest. Climbing in, I nodded toward the SUV. "Strong and elegant, li...

Paul's Corset Story

by Learningfast on Oct 6, 2020
Fetish

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...

Replaying the Old Magic Ch. 02

by Learningfast on Sep 13, 2017
Fetish

The next few days and evenings were a whirl of feminine preparation for Josie. A new pair of shiny black shoes with 5-inch stiletto heels and new fully-fashioned stockings with beautiful seams. Trimming her pubic hair; waxing her legs and underarms at the salon; doing her hair differently; practice in applying new make-up; lacquering her finger and toe nails...

Later Discovery

by Learningfast on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

It is a warm morning in July and Phyllis is lying on her bed, propped up with three pillows behind her shoulders. She is beginning to please herself. Her right hand is between her labia and moving rhythmically to create the sensations she desired so very much. The pressure and the rhythm I perfect because she's perfected it: over many years, and now she know...

Zippers, Hooks, and Bones

by Learningfast on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

She was standing where I'd placed her, in front of the long mirror on the wardrobe door. I stood behind her. Her eyes were cast down and the expression on her face was neither happy nor sad; neither worried nor expectant. Her lips were closed and relaxed. Her hands were down by her sides with her palms open against her thighs. I looked for a few moments into...