Constrained in Corsetry
Keywords: Corsetry, Constrained, in,
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Although I am not into serious bondage I love the erotic pleasures of wearing corsetry and other tight feminine garments next to my skin. When wearing suspenders and stockings I love the erotic sensation from the tightness of the top of my stockings gripping my thighs and the suspenders brushing against my thighs as I walk, as I envisage my suspender belt and stockings framing my clit and balls. I also find the tightness of bras and corsetry such as a girdle or a torsolette highly erotic and even if I am wearing stay up stockings with adhesive tops I still wear corsetry in some form to increase the eroticism.
I love wearing the hookside style of girdle. When I wear one of these garments I commence dressing by standing naked in front of the mirror admiring my clit as I use a pair of silky panties to fondle it into an erection. I then don a bra which matches the colour of the girdle I intend to wear, and the tightness of the bra constraining my chest brings further erotic delights. Squatting down and holding my butt cheeks apart I spray a vaginal deodorant such as Eve or Femfresh up into my pussyhole, then along my throbbing shaft and round my balls, to give them that sweet odour of femininity. Next comes a Gstring which has a slit cut in the front to let my clit and balls hang out, and holds a pair of panties folded into a pad which I push up into my pussyhole like a tampon. I then wrap the girdle round my hips and fasten the hooks at the side, starting from the waist, working downwards, and as I force my throbbing clit to hang down I delight in the erotic sensations from the constraint of the tight girdle which stops my clit rising to its correct angle forces it to rub against the silky lining of the girdle. Next comes a pair of stockings and then I don a pair of silky directoire knickers in a colour matching my bra and girdle. As I walk around the streets in my male clothes, the secret knowledge of the feminine ensemble I am wearing underneath combines with the corsetry constraints to bring me to ecstasies of sexual delight, and as I walk my throbbing knob brushes against the silky gusset of my knickers. I also love wearing torsolettes as the tightness of the lycra constraining my body combines with the downward pull of my stockings on the suspenders to give me the most erotic sensations.
As a child I loved the erotic sensations I experienced when wearing Mummy's girdles and suspender belts. I was 18 years old and in the summer break between leaving school and going to university, when Mummy took me to her corsetiere in Knightsbridge in London's West End to be fitted for my very first corsetry. I had often accompanied Mummy on her visits to the corsetiere but I remained in the salon's well appointed waiting room while Mummy went through the long brown curtains into the mysterious area behind the receptionist for her fitting.
Usually there would be a number of other men in the waiting room, and as their turn came, the receptionist would call their name and they would disappear into the fitting rooms. After a while they would emerge sometimes carrying a plain brown paper parcel, other times they emerged walking rather stiffly, obviously wearing their chosen garments under their male attire. A wide assortment of men patronised the salon for their corsetry. Some of these men were into bondage and discipline, and their discipline mistress had an arrangement with the corsetiere that, as part of their humiliation, these men would visit the salon in normal opening hours to be fitted for the tight garments their mistress had chosen for them. Sometimes their discipline mistress accompanied these men to supervise their fitting. Other men attended with their wives and both entered the fitting area when called. I later found that many of these men loved to be dominated by their wives who chose all of their girlie clothes for them including their corsetry, and told their husbands when to dress up and what they would wear. The corsetiere also attracted some gorgeous feminine clients who were actually men out for a day's shopping expedition dressed in their feminine finery
Most of all I enjoyed meeting some really dishy effeminate young men, only slightly older than myself, who termed themselves sissy boys. All of these young men were gay and it was at then that I realised that I was sexually attracted to effeminate young men. Sometimes these young men came with another young sissyboy, and when called, both went into the fitting area together, often holding hands, and occasionally openly kissing, lost in the erotic rapture of each other and oblivious to the other patrons. The sight of these girlie men made my clit rigid as I fantasised what it would be like to have the pleasure of them fondling and kissing me. Like myself all of these sissyboys as well as most of the corsetiere's other male clients always wore ladies panties and other items of lingerie under their male clothes.
Sometimes Mummy included a visit to her corsetiere when we went shopping for my own lingerie and on these occasions I was resplendent in my kilt and girl's white poplin school blouse, always wearing my schoolgirl's navy blue serge knickers as Mummy demanded. At other times when I would accompany Mummy on her visits I would wear my male outer clothes over my lingerie. In summer I would be wearing my bra and panties but in the colder weather I wore my bra, suspenders and stockings with schoolgirl's ankle socks so my stockings would not show, and my lovely lovely directoire knickers. As my girlie wardrobe expanded and my confidence grew I started to wear ladies' outerwear also, dressing up in slacks, jacket, blouse and tie, with lady's flat slip-on shoes, so that although I was completely crossdressed I was wearing ladies' clothes which were cut in a masculine style to avoid detection.
All the salon staff wore the same uniform of tight black skirt, white blouse with a small black bow tie, black stockings and black shoes. Some of the more elderly staff wore flat shoes but the younger staff including the receptionist wore stiletto heels. Waiting for Mummy I would gaze at the young receptionist sitting behind her desk fantasising that I was wearing her clothes, revelling in the erotic stiffness of my clit rubbing against my knickers. Sometimes the receptionist would get up and walk across the room to get a file from the filing cabinet or to pick up a piece of paper that had fallen on the floor. As she was wearing a tight skirt, the receptionist had to hitch the skirt up to let her crouch down and I could look up the gorgeous tunnel of her skirt to see the erotic splendour of her lingerie. My eyes first took in her slip, then the straining tautness of her suspenders against the creamy milky whiteness of her thighs, and then the sheer erotic blissfulness of her panties. The sight of the receptionist's lingerie was erotic ecstasy, heightened by my stiffening clit forcing its way down the leg of my knickers to reach its full erotic hardness trapped between my knickers on one side and my nylon stocking on the other, as I luxuriated in my fantasies of wearing her lingerie. Sometimes the receptionist was not aware that she was flashing her knickers, but from the slow movements some of the girls and the coy looks they gave afterwards, it was obvious that these girls were deliberately teasing.
One receptionist, Vicki was an expert clit teaser. She would wait until I was the only young guy in the waiting room full of women and older men, arrange some pose which gave me a good long look at her knickers, and then return to her desk smiling sweetly at our secret, knowing I was in erotic ecstasies. Sometimes when I wore my kilt I would change position in my seat in a manner that gave the receptionist or a dishy sissyboy a good view of my navy blue knickers. Although some of the receptionists used to love this others looked at me with obvious embarrassment. Sometimes when I accidentally flashed my knickers I had a variety of responses ranging from admiring looks from both men and women to expressions of astonishment and disgust which were mainly from older women. Needless to say, Vicki found it most erotic when I flashed my knickers at her.
When the day of our appointment arrived Mummy said that she wanted my bra, panties and suspender belt to match, and to wear black stockings. I wanted to wear a set of my black lingerie but she insisted that I wear my bright red set. Mummy told me that as I would be trying on the corsetry I was to wear a Modess "V" belt and a feminine napkin. I later found that the salon required all its male clients to wear feminine napkins up their pussyhole when being fitted to prevent the garments being stained. As I was wearing suspenders and stockings I wanted to wear my matching directoire knickers but Mummy insisted that I wear my panties on this occasion. To complete my ensemble I wore my ladies' blouse , slacks and jacket, and slip on shoes.
When the receptionist called us Mummy took me behind the thick brown curtains into the fitting area which was divided into a series of rooms. Mummy's corsetiere, Pam, came in to serve us accompanied by Vicki who was by now a trainee corsetiere. Pam asked Mummy if I was "dressed" underneath and when Mummy said I was, Pam asked me to take off my outer clothes. Although I was nervous at the thought of undressing in front of the ladies I also enjoyed the erotic excitement of gradually disrobing to appear before them in my lingerie. Dressed only in my bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings, with the napkin forced up into my pussyhole and my hard clit making a tent in the front of my panties, I nervously faced Mummy and the other two ladies. Vicki could hardly contain her giggles but Pam was very professional. After she felt the tightness of my bra straps and adjusted them to her satisfaction, she asked me to walk across the room, and as I did so she watched my movements. She then asked me to undo my suspenders and take off the suspender belt, after which she walked around me looking at the way I stood.
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Keywords: Corsetry, Constrained, in,