They are not much of a fit are they?” she murmured. “I should think they are about four sizes too big for you, but you shall keep them on anyway. Now get dressed and come down when you are tidy.” As I watched her it suddenly occurred to me that she also was wearing very tight corsets, and I asked, “Are you wearing corsets like mine?” She turned and smiled, her dark eyes flashing. “Yes, and I’ll let you into a secret. My husband wears corsets, too. You may not believe this right now, but you will soon be so used to wearing corsets that you will feel lost without them.” We sat and drank our tea and Mum said, “I wish that I had not stopped wearing corsets like those. When I was a Lady’s maid, my corsets were a part of my uniform and I had a lovely little waist.” I was handed a cup of tea and we all went into the dining room. The women sat down and looked at me as I stood uneasily by the chair. I knew that my corsets were going to make sitting down very difficult because of my experience of wearing them in bed, and I was well aware that the bones would dig into the tops of my legs. I went downstairs very, very carefully for fear of falling, and at each step my corsets reminded me of their powerful presence. There was the most wonderful hugging sensation that seemed to be enhanced by each step I took on my unaccustomed high heels. I followed Mum slowly into the kitchen, filled the kettle and switched it on. “Don’t forget to warm the pot,” said mum, looking me up and down with great interest. I spent the rest of that day wearing my corsets and went to bed feeling extremely excited. I wondered what my Mother intended to do, but dared not ask. The following morning I did not return my corsets to their hiding place, but instead put them under my pillow. I put my pyjamas on top so they could not be seen.

She claimed: "I have friends whose husbands tut and complain if they've put on a bit of weight. I could never put up with that. It's got to be total adoration or it's never going to work for me.I found that dressing with the corsets on was not quite at all easy, as they were stiff and stopped me bending freely. However, I eventually managed, and went slowly down to the kitchen. Mum was making tea and she said nothing for a while. Then she looked me up and down, apparently assessing my appearance. My Mum interjected, “But you might be wearing corsets more than you think! And certainly you can stay in them until you go school tomorrow morning.” When I was twelve, my parents moved to a new house. It was out of town on a nice new estate, but that meant that I had to ride my bicycle to school and leave it in the old garden shed at Granny’s house. From there it was less than two minutes walk to school. There wasn’t any opportunity for stopping to sit on the ground for although it was high summer and warm it had rained earlier so everywhere outdoors was soaking wet, and in any case kids of our age didn’t shag. So very soon we found ourselves almost at her house. I walked her down the garden path to the huge, dark porch that covered the front door. As soon as we got there Pamela turned towards me and we immediately started kissing – for me, quite passionately. As we broke for air, Pamela whispered that although her parents seemed to have gone to bed she did not think she should invite me in as she had to go to work the next day – to a job she had only just started. I was stunned, not realising that I would be seen by anyone else, and mum continued, “You can start doing some girls’ jobs now that you are dressed like a girl.”

now you can see more of chiffon that is ruched...with tiny pleats..and trimmed. There is a solid slip attached to the under layer...it's the outer top, that drives the peekaboo man crazy. It looks very curvy, but I can hardly breathe.” I gasped. By now my erection was constant, but Mum still said nothing about it.However, she does not act like a dominatrix in the bedroom, confessing: "I'd be hopeless, continually asking, 'Oh dear, does that hurt? I'm so sorry'. Maybe I'm just too innocent. I admitted that I had worn them at night, and she immediately smiled, and then laughed. “Then go to your room and put them on now,” she said, thrusting the lovely corsets into my hands. I was scared and confused, but knew better than to argue with her. She followed close behind as I scurried off to my bedroom and laid the corsets out on the bed. She then watched as I slowly undressed myself. I felt rather silly as I fastened the busk at the front, but there was no way of avoiding her fascinated gaze. I could see that she was thinking deeply as with trembling fingers I tried to get the corsets to fit into position.

I've never understood that whole dripping chocolate on someone. I can see how if you're with someone you're not particularly interested in, then using food as a prop might help. But food with sex just doesn't do it for me." For various reasons, we still lived with my mother’s parents, and little by little I had become very much influenced by the females of our household. However, my Grandfather was very much my hero.She was clearly very distressed so I rushed over and helped her to her feet. I said, “Let’s get out of here”, and sure enough we were soon heading out in the darkness towards the lane, at the end of which she lived. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she immediately responded by throwing her arm tightly round my waist, suggesting she fancied me. My goodness, there’s an amazing transformation!” she said as she looked at me. “Now how do you like your corsets Georgie?” I wore my corsets at night under my pyjamas and all went very well for a week or two. It was a Thursday afternoon when I got home from school that I found my mother waiting for me with my corsets in her hand. “Where did you get these from?” was her greeting. That afternoon when I got home from school my mum was again awaiting me, but this time she was looking particularly happy. “Come up to your bedroom Georgie, I have got a surprise for you.” But I know men like the whole strappy thing of suspenders, so I'll wear them. In fact, thinking about it, I've actually worn them with nothing but a pair of shoes in bed before."

Barefoot and fun...I get this way after I shoot, see prior pics where I have this beautiful skirt, paired with a white blouse...with deep lace. As I took all of my clothes off I looked over the several other paper bags on the bed, and I wondered what they all contained. It was not very long before I found out! I was not sure what to say but red-faced and feeling rather embarrassed, I answered, “They are very stiff but rather nice I think.” There was something menacing in her tone as she continued, “I will lace you in until you get the hang of doing it yourself. I expect you will be surprised how tight they need to be to give you a nice shapely figure.” I looked at the corsets as she spoke. They were tearose in colour, and the material was a heavy figured broche. The flower pattern was lighter and sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight. I don’t suppose I shall be allowed to, but I think I could get used to them,” I replied hesitantly.

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I gasped, and remained silent, not knowing what to say. Instead, I sat there, trying to fathom it all out in my mind. We drank our tea and after the two women chatted quietly a bit more, Mrs A. left the house.