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Mother and son go on their first date.
Mom discovers son's lingerie fetish.
Girlfriend's mom wears slip & girdle; gets a special gift.
His Aunt continues their lusty adventures.
Young guy catches mature woman dressing & becomes lover.
Nephew and girdled aunt end their years of yearning.
Handyman assists senior citizens in apartments.
Wife catches husband cross dressing: triggers other events.
A young male's secret is discovered by his grandmother.
Sarah learns his fetish, makes a proposal.
Sometimes memories are exciting – sometimes torture.
Much older woman offers him anything and everything.
Resorting to corsetry, auntie becomes the temptress.
Steve's first time intentionally dressed en femme for Sarah.
She finds womanhood through new underwear.
Young widow learns about girdle sex.
New husband, new underwear, new sex.
A young male makes an arousing discovery.
The power exchange begins to emerge.
She needed a girdle. Their sex life got a fresh start.
A girdle wearing air hostess is dominated.
Old style girdles bring them together for love.
A recent widow moves in next door and things heat up.
First time En femme in public with Sarah.
She describes her figure training & clothes to interviewer.
Jack starts his slavery "employment" as a trannie model.
Crossdresser exposed during therapy.
Jack's fantasy becomes permanent reality.
The place where mature girdled ladies fufil sex fantasies.
Jack struggles in vain to resist the pull of fantasy.
Primitive village lady enjoys girdled sex the first time.
The climax return of Jason to his wife Jenna.
Jack becomes Jacqueline (Jackie), takes ultimate humiliation.
Mature lady rediscovers sexuality in girdles and corsets.
Enjoying her every way inside her corseted waist.
Groom encounters a seductress on his wedding day.
Jackie falls daily deeper into submission and the unknown.
Her girdle discovery becomes an obsession.
Jason is trained in feminity, no resistance possible.
Anna gets second chance. Is stripped and "reborn".
Mature lady discovers more with a young man.
The girdle rediscovery gets fully under way.
Forcing a male into feminization and womanhood.
The shy woman next door unveils her charms.
Upskirts galore as women attend an art meeting.
How to overcome a lifetime craving for girdle-sex? Maybe.
Something lost and something gained in living every day.
Mature lady moves even further into new erotic territory.
She explains her desire to be corseted.
Description of odd consensual lifestyle of D/S.
Jason's last day as Anna. A dream goodbye party.
Mature lady goes beyond her own imagination.
A woman who is both mistress and slave.
Corset wearer discusses her pleasures.
Andrew lets the spirit lead and becomes Andrea.
Mature woman believes her figure need control: goes extreme.
Joining the Royal Order of Corsetry.
A lifetime's interest in corsetry that became a fetish.
Andrea becomes part of the strange hotel.
Another devotee tells of her discovery of corsets for sex.
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Wife catches husband cross dressing: triggers other events.
Much older woman offers him anything and everything.
Mother and son go on their first date.
A young male's secret is discovered by his grandmother.
A recent widow moves in next door and things heat up.
Sarah learns his fetish, makes a proposal.
His Aunt continues their lusty adventures.
Jack struggles in vain to resist the pull of fantasy.
Steve's first time intentionally dressed en femme for Sarah.
A young male makes an arousing discovery.
Jack starts his slavery "employment" as a trannie model.
The climax return of Jason to his wife Jenna.
Mom discovers son's lingerie fetish.
The power exchange begins to emerge.
Jackie falls daily deeper into submission and the unknown.
Nephew and girdled aunt end their years of yearning.
Jack's fantasy becomes permanent reality.
Girlfriend's mom wears slip & girdle; gets a special gift.
Forcing a male into feminization and womanhood.
First time En femme in public with Sarah.
Jack becomes Jacqueline (Jackie), takes ultimate humiliation.
She finds womanhood through new underwear.
New husband, new underwear, new sex.
Sometimes memories are exciting – sometimes torture.
Handyman assists senior citizens in apartments.
Mature lady rediscovers sexuality in girdles and corsets.
The place where mature girdled ladies fufil sex fantasies.
Resorting to corsetry, auntie becomes the temptress.
Crossdresser exposed during therapy.
Andrew lets the spirit lead and becomes Andrea.
Anna gets second chance. Is stripped and "reborn".
The shy woman next door unveils her charms.
Primitive village lady enjoys girdled sex the first time.
Something lost and something gained in living every day.
Young guy catches mature woman dressing & becomes lover.
A woman who is both mistress and slave.
Corset wearer discusses her pleasures.
Description of odd consensual lifestyle of D/S.
Groom encounters a seductress on his wedding day.
Jason's last day as Anna. A dream goodbye party.
Joining the Royal Order of Corsetry.
Mature lady moves even further into new erotic territory.
Andrea becomes part of the strange hotel.
Jason is trained in feminity, no resistance possible.
Old style girdles bring them together for love.
She needed a girdle. Their sex life got a fresh start.
Young widow learns about girdle sex.
Mature lady discovers more with a young man.
Enjoying her every way inside her corseted waist.
Mature lady goes beyond her own imagination.
Her girdle discovery becomes an obsession.
Mature woman believes her figure need control: goes extreme.
Upskirts galore as women attend an art meeting.
The girdle rediscovery gets fully under way.
A lifetime's interest in corsetry that became a fetish.
A girdle wearing air hostess is dominated.
Another devotee tells of her discovery of corsets for sex.
How to overcome a lifetime craving for girdle-sex? Maybe.
She describes her figure training & clothes to interviewer.
She explains her desire to be corseted.
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Landlady asks for help & is pleased with what she gets.
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He awoke knowing that he could go to college late that day. Nothing before 1.00 pm, so he could luxuriate and linger in his room. As a second year student, he had greater control over his timetable and today he had to present a paper to his tutor in a one-to-one after lunch. The paper was all but finished so he had no worries about that, and he began to plan his easy morning. His room was no palace; just one room in the back of a building that became a holiday guest house during the summer season at the little seaside town where he stayed, about 10 miles from his college. He put on the kettle and began to make a drink of coffee and to get some cereal into a bowl. He realised suddenly that he had no milk in his little fridge, and contemplating dashing round the corner of the street to a little shop that seemed to be open all hours. But no; he could walk along the ground floor corridor and ask his landlady for some milk to borrow.
She'd done the same for him before and seemed to take no offence. He decided that's what he'd do when he'd dressed a little and had a wash. He switched off the kettle. After all, it used electricity through his meter and he had no use for hot water right now. He went across to his wash-stand and let his jogging bottoms flop to his ankles as he started to wash and shave.
The water was quite noisy coming through the ancient plumbing and foaming into the basin, and he thought he heard an unusual sound as he turned it off. He cocked his head a little to one side, to hear it again if it repeated. He heard nothing, so moved on with his washing. After his face was clean, he squeezed some shaving gel into his fingers and began to work it into the stubbly skin.
At this point, there was no sound apart from the slight rasping of his fingers over the bristles and so he heard the sound more clearly this time.
"Hello, Stephen," it was a tiny little voice, as if from a hundred yards away, but with a tone of urgency, "I need your help Stephen, if you're there."
It was Mrs Godwinson's voice, the landlady, a woman reputedly widowed early in life, whom he'd hardly noticed except that she took his rent weekly and charged him for use of electricity. She was obviously shouting in a whisper if such a thing made sense. He wiped the gel off his face and walked to his door, grabbing and dabbing the towel over his neck and cheeks. As he left his room, he wrapped the towel around his waist and made it tight with a short tuck in. It was, after all, only a hand towel.
He thought to himself, "She must have a problem; wonder what it is to be so urgent?"
He walked towards her rooms at the front of the house, where he knew she had a sitting room as well as her own bedroom and separate kitchen. All was quiet again until he reached the end of the landing, near her rooms. Then he saw that one of her doors was slightly ajar and a face was peering round the edge of it.
"Mrs Godwinson?" he enquired as he got closer.
"Stephen, I've got a little problem and need your help," she said, "the problem is I'm not fully dressed and I'd like you to help me with your eyes closed, please. Will you do that for me?"
What could he say? Hardly, "No thanks Mrs Godwinson, I can't do that," and then walk away.
"Of course, Mrs Godwinson, what do you need me to do?"
"Close your eyes and come in here, please." He felt her hand on his arm as his vision blanked out.
"Can you feel this zipper, Stephen? Well, it's got some of my skin trapped in it and now I can't move it either way. It's beginning to bleed as well. Let me show you. Please keep your eyes closed."
Her hand led his to a zip puller, and he could feel resistance to its movement and imagined he could feel the blood on her skin. Well, he could feel her skin, anyway, immediately under the zipper.
"You'll have to use both hands, I think, Stephen," she said and there was a pained panic in her voice by that time.
He put both hands on her and felt the zipper in one of them, and got hold of some fabric in the other. The zipper didn't want to move and he was unsure what to do.
"Shall I move it up or down, Mrs Godwinson?" he asked
"I think it'll move upwards most easily," she replied, "but it doesn't matter, really, either way will do. I've been stuck here for nearly an hour trying for myself."
He took a firmer hold of the zipper in his right hand and fabric in his left. He became aware of something unusual about the fabric: it was stretchy and felt to be quite firm in its weave. It was unlike any fabric he'd handled before, but he simply put that information in the back of his mind until this problem would be solved.
Mrs Godwinson was tense and she sobbed once as he took a stance to exert greater force.
After a few strenuous tugs and some continuous pressure on the zip puller, it moved one zipper-tooth, and he knew he was on the way to a solution. He pressed upwards again and more teeth were covered. With a sudden yield, the zipper ran all the way up to the top of its run and stopped against a metal end. His hand slipped off the end of the zipper and scratched against her skin higher on her body.
Without realising what he was doing, he opened his eyes and looked straight into hers, as if she'd been watching for him to break his promise.
"Stephen!" she squealed, but then she chuckled, and looked straight into his face again. Her eyes twinkled a little and she laughed out loud.
"You naughty boy," she grinned at him and he backed away. Then a number of things happened together.
First, he saw that she was dressed in a white high waist panelled girdle with suspenders and already had stockings attached, but she was wearing no panties or knickers. Her bra reached down over the top of the high waist and made one continuous line over her figure. Above it, she was smiling at him and watching his face.
Secondly, he noticed that the girdle was very tight indeed on her and she had a good figure for a woman of her age. He didn't know what her age was but he'd assumed she must be the same as his own mother; around 50. Now he realised that she was only about 40, but had dressed older than her age for some reason. He became aware for the first time that she had a nice face as well as a shapely figure. Something stirred in his groin and he began to blush with his own knowledge of the effect her body was having on him.
Thirdly, his towel slipped and almost fell to the carpet except that he caught part of it with one hand. But the revelation was made and she could see more of his body than he could of her. She chucked again as he tried to recover his covering and some dignity.
Fourthly, she saw the beginnings of an erection peeping out from behind the dislodged towel.
All this happened in less time than it takes to tell; maybe all in the same second of time. He was transfixed, not knowing what to do, how to move, what to say. They were only a few inches apart, in the same positions as they'd occupied when he held her girdle. In his indecision and embarrassment, he was stationary and it was she who moved first.
She reached down and took the front left suspender in her fingers, unclasped the adjuster and pulled the stocking up tighter. She did the same with the front right one. Although she made the movement to reach around her left side, to adjust the suspender over her hip, she couldn't twist so far and said to him, "Stephen, please will you tighten this suspender for me. I'll show you how."
He went around her side and kneeled down, to do as she instructed, so that the stocking became taut against her leg. As she told him, gradually he worked his way around all four suspenders that she could't reach, until her stockings wer pulled up so tightly he thought they must break away from her girdle. He passed his hand over each of them and felt the tension in the suspenders, pressing their metal clips and buttons into her flesh. He noticed also the tightness of the girdle itself at its bottom edge, so that it dug into the flesh of her legs and under her bottom. He wondered that she could bear to be so tightly contained in this girdle, and he found it the most erotic sight he'd ever witnessed. He stood up and came round to her front again, looking into her eyes.
"Do you like this?" she asked, smoothing down the front panel of her girdle.
"I like it very much. It fits you beautifully, Mrs Godwinson."
He looked over the girdle and her figure, so see more of what she meant. The girdle was made in seven panels with a firm smooth panel over her tummy supported by two long spiral bones up each side of it. At each hips, there was another panel of stretchy material that included short bones from her waist to the top edge, which reached right up to the crease of her breasts and the bottom edge of her bra cups. On her left hip, the panel included a firm metal zipper. Around the back, there was a narrow panel that connected the hips section to the back panels, also with full length steel spirals vrom the bottom edge to the very top. the back panel was divided into two horizontally: the top portion from her waist to the top edge was in firm elastic with short bones to prevent it rolling over as she moved. The lower section was satin-like but stretched up and down, although not side to side, and was very very smooth. He laid his hands on her hips and ran them smoothly over her thighs to the bottom edge and the suspenders, and then around her back and up towards her waist, feeling the smoothness of the satin panel and the firmness of her waist.
She moved towards him a little, and pressed her left bra-covered breast against his arm, and spoke just one word.
"Mrs Godwinson," was the only reply he could force from his lips.
"Stephen, please hold me a moment until I've recovered."
She took a further small step and put her hand on his arm. He didn't move so she took his hand and pulled it around her waist, moving towards his chest as she did so.
Involuntarily, or at least without knowledge of what he was doing, he wrapped both arms around her and felt her breasts against his torso. She held onto him and began to sob. Her tears and her distress were both real, after the frustration and discomfort of the past hour. She began to relax into his embrace and placed her head against his shoulder since he was at least a foot taller than she was. As she sobbed into his shoulder, he could feel the tears running down his chest and into the hairs. He held her more closely and became conscious of her warmth and the yielding nature of her embrace. She flattened herself against him so that they were in contact from his shoulders to their thighs and knees. And his erection grew every second with the feel of this curvaceous woman in his arms and the firmness of her underwear. He'd never held a girl or a woman dressed like this and the experience was having a profound effect on him. His erection was raging by this time and forcing its way against her body, so that he could feel the firm tension of her girdle against the sensitive tip of his penis. She pressed against him slightly closer, in the region of her hip and his groin, as if to trap it for herself and to encourage its further tumescence.
Together, as if by a secret signal, she looked up into his eyes and he looked down into hers. He bent his head and she reached up with hers, rising slightly on her toes, and their lips met briefly. She'd showered earlier and he still had the scent of the shaving gel on his skin. They both smelled each other and their senses became inflamed together.
Looking into each other's eyes and holding each other's bodies, she steered him towards her double bed until their lower legs brushed against her duvet. She let go of his torso and shrank onto the bed, gently taking his hands in hers as they came into her reach. She pulled gently and he leaned forward until he slowly collapsed onto the bed a little to one side of her. The towel, by this time, had completely disappeared and he was naked in his excitement.
As he lay, half on her and half at her side, she held his hand to her breast. He was lying on the other hand but had it pressed against her thigh, feeling the strong fabric of the girdle and the spiral steel that ran down the side of her hip to the suspender just out of his reach. He slowly and gently massaged her breast, lifting it in his palm and closing his hand over as far as he could. He could feel that she was a nicely bosomed woman, firm and shapely, and well held in her clever bra. She reached up with both arms and pulled his head towards her which had two effects. One; their faces met and continued the kiss. Two; the entire front of her body was open to him and he let his hand rove over her. Both breasts, throat, tummy and groin until, of course, eventually, he placed his hand over the edge of the girdle and let his fingers rest upon her pubic hair and the smooth roundness of her mound.
She squirmed
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