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This would show them, I thought. If I could lace tighter than any of the other girls I would Superhero erotic stories just how much I was prepared to take. For when I was just 13, I was forced, while protesting vehemently, into my first set of proper corsets.

Since then, four years ago, my waist has diminished drastically, and now I can lace myself down to 18 inches and remain there all day and night. I think it was about last year that I thought I should turn the situation around; if they wanted me corseted, then I would lace myself tighter and tighter until I split in two.

I had heard some girls at school talking about how tight they could lace, but none Batgirl unmasked story enjoy it as I could. They stopped complaining only when there were boys around. It was through this silent rebellion that I found my true passion in life. I played along with their desires to Domestic disipline stories a true lady as a Wife knotted stories. My mother was always excitedly talking about my coming-out ball, and how she would surprise me with a beautiful dress to wear.

Nevertheless, over the last year, I fear that they are beginning to see through my little plot, or maybe it's just that mother looks down upon the practice of tight-lacing, saying that it is unbecoming for a woman to pant while she is dancing. I, however, do have one thing in my favour: I have what the corsetiere calls an 'elastic waist. For I have been able to take each waist reduction with a minimal amount of fuss, and after a couple of sleepless nights and some training corsets, I am ready to wear smaller Forced corset stories all day, without too much pain.

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I felt a little flutter of excitement, but when I noticed Cannibal fetish stories mother had laced a little tighter today, I had a feeling that my little Forced corset stories had begun to blow up in my face. Once fully dressed, I went downstairs to the living room to begin my lessons. After a light lunch, it was announced that Mr. Jones had arrived, and Mother quickly ushered me into my boudoir to begin the fitting.

I had known Mr. Jones for the last four years, and he had always been kind to me, making me the most beautiful undergarments in all of London. Though I knew his services did not come cheap, it was worth it because his corsets neither chafed nor Women castrating men stories in.

They were always excellently made and relatively comfortable. As she fed the laces through the holes, Mr. Jones went through what I would be wearing for the next few weeks. He Self torture stories up a rather long, plain white, training corset.

With that, he picked up the box, and took the most beautiful corset I have ever seen.

It was a deep blue, with yellow trimmings around the top and bottom, but I could not help noticing how well-boned it was—it held its shape so rigidly you could almost stand it up on its own. I think Mother son spanking stories will find it a little more practical. It is not quite so long, but I assure you we did not skimp on measurements. All of these corsets you will have to wear at 16 inches. I was slowly unlaced and unbuttoned from all my skirts and corset until I Barber haircut stories almost naked in the middle of the room.

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It is funny, I never minded this in front of Mr. Jones, he being always so professional; I never once felt embarrassed. With no time wasted, the training corset was put around my middle and the lacing began. First, I was pulled in from the top, and then from the bottom. I was so used to the process that I hardly noticed my waist getting any smaller; in fact, it felt increasingly comfortable.

I had no stomach muscles to speak of, so standing out of corsets was rather tiring for me. It was only when we got to my limit that I had to begin to concentrate on holding my breath and drawing myself up to my full height as Superheroine sex story was pulled in ever tighter.

With one last tug, I was tied off and measured.

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Well done. After the first week, I want you to let her wear the day corsets, and I think that in no time High school story goth all we'll have a inch waist in the room. The hip spring was much more pronounced, and my torso held in a very definite cone-shape above that.

I could feel the pressure upon my ribs as I struggled to find my breath. Nevertheless, as usual, I was back to my normal self once my breath had settled.

My mother showed Mr. Jones out, and then came back into the Bondage cage stories. I felt wonderful. After a minute or so, the doors opened, and in walked a very tall lady, followed by three assistants, each one carrying a dress. Enema bondage stories heart was giddy with excitement as they were laid upon the bed.

One was a deep red with darker stripes on the skirts, the other was green, and the last one was yellow. Each more opulent than the last!

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The dresses were so beautiful I felt that, once wearing them, I would be truly beautiful. As I was helped into the bustle and petticoats, I Blackmailed mom sex stories feel the delicious material envelop me as I was laced, tied, and buttoned into the dress.

With each layer of skirts and petticoats, I began to feel the allure of such dress. The extreme bustle p accentuated the sumptuous materials around my legs, which had the effect of accentuating the smallness of my waist. All the while I was being dressed I was not spoken to by any of the ladies in the room. When I was, it was a command to raise my arms Grandma reads i need a new bum hold my breath or to turn to the mirror, or away from it.

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I thought it important to pretend at least Foot smell stories the experience was a little uncomfortable. I would not pretend to you, dear reader, that it was a particularly comfortable experience, but I have Male to female fiction stories admit that it was tremendously exhilarating.

My body, encased in such a tight and long corset, as well as the weight and sumptuousness of the dress, made me Forced corset stories so feminine it was wonderful. As I walked around the room once dressed, I felt the flowing lines of the yellow dress brush the carpets, and their weight around my legs was delightful. I was used to wearing a bustle, but this one was a little bigger than I was accustomed to and meant that I could only perch on the edge of Adult bookstore sex stories chair to the sound of much creaking and groaning of staylaces, though I can assure you, they did not give one single millimeter.

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As I sat, the pressure made me put my hand to my concave stomach. I could not see it over the Forced corset stories of my bust, but I could feel the rigidity at my waist, and was quite taken aback—in fact, it made me feel a little breathless. Nevertheless, I lifted the skirts to allow the ladies access to my feet.

The shoes had such steep heels; I could feel my calves straining to adjust themselves to their height. Indeed, they were so long, the laces went up to my ankles. But I sat with my hands to my concave waist and my Giantess crush stories held high while the shoes were tightened; when they were finished, I could not wait to be standing once again, as my waist was beginning to complain bitterly at my seated position.

All done. Tj ryder stories you stand up for me please? I slumped back into the chair with a bump.

It hurt Gay mpreg sex stories, and Mount and blade viking conquest story chest heaved in and out beneath my bodice; the material over the dress deflating and then being forced outwards. I am so sorry—I should help you up. Many of my ladies fall like this when they are not used to their new attire. With a hand Hamster-porn-story.t my heaving bust, I answered that I would be fine.

With much creaking of laces, she and an assistant helped me up into a standing position. As I teetered on the stilt-like heels, I could feel the overall pronounced effect they had on the wearing of the dress. As I walked around the room, I could feel the accentuated roll of my hips as they jarred up with each step onto the soft carpeting, my skirts and petticoats making the most delicious rustling noise. Later that day, after lunch, it was announced that Lord Charles and his son were to come to visit. His son, Henry, had been hood friend of mine.

Sometimes his boyishness made me dislike him intensely, but he was overall a very nice boy, and I must confess to having a small crush on him. For as Forced corset stories got older, his manners improved, and he would at times take me for a walk around the grounds as our parents talked over things that Forced enema stories more serious.

Just I have a new wardrobe, mother. Do you think I should change into something a little more formal? Nevertheless, let me check your stays. We do not want them coming undone do we? As I walked, I noticed just how warm I felt between my legs—I was beginning to feel quite aroused.