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I enjoy looking at all the cool cars and I love showing my wife's body off as we walk around the shows. With her small frame she really doesn't need a full corset but she likes the way it feels under her dresses. I left and started walking around, as I looked at the cars my mind was on what my wife might be doing. I answered and my wife said in a very sexy voice do you want to come pick me up? How can you take a big cock like that without it hurting I asked. I said you let him fuck you in the ass? She said I gave him head for taking the pictures and let him come in my mouth.
Petrus continued his shagging in my vagina at the same time as he pressed the dildo-thing into my anal muscles. In addition, he would lube my labia because, we both knew, that he would enter me and enjoy the new sensations as soon as the plug was installed in me. I could feel the rounded tip of the new plug pressing against my anal ring, not forced in any way at that stage. Just as I was getting to the panic stage, with my little grunts and a squeak or two, Petrus always says, "Cough now." And I always do and the plug settles inside me, behind my newly stretched anal sphincter.
Pretty boys were young lads who wore some girl’s things, particularly heavy makeup, stockings (usually black), high heel boots, very tight corsets and tight, almost transparent blouses to show off the corset lacing, but were still identifiable as boys with short pants and boys’ hair cuts. It was not unusual for boys to wear corsets in those days but they were looked at as having ‘strange’ parents. There I was, a ten year old boy with a very pronounced girlish figure walking along wearing a sissy blouse, short pants, black silk stockings and girls’ white ankle socks which emphasized the black stockings.
Phyllis stood in front of the long mirror and felt at her figure inside the corset, with the hard boning and the shaping over her waist and hips. Mark laid her down on the bed and played with her body; touching and working her clitoris and kissing her labia and sucking on her vagina; until she came a lovely orgasm inside the corset. Now, at the end of the year since she first met Mark, she has "worked her way" through four corsets, each progressively smaller at the waist and more controlling in its bones and design. Phyllis now wears a laced-up corset every day, under her work clothes; carefully planning her accessories and movements to prevent too obvious a display to her colleagues.
She was a shapely long-haired blonde, and was pinning a pair of black nylon panties to the line. He thought especially of those black panties as they hugged her inner thighs, the reinforced crotch nestling against her most private, intimate parts. Being honest, stealing grated on Alan's conscience, but oh how he needed those black nylon panties. Sally had pictured her admirer as a tall, handsome, lonely man desperate for a woman's love, who had seen her and fallen at first sight. Just imagine the shock on poor Sally's face when her handsome lover turned into a spotty runt of a teenager who stared adoringly at her as if he would bore through her with his eyes.
Right from the moment he espied Jenny's pile of garments on the bed, he figured that should he get a clear hour to himself, he could have a good rummage, a feel, and perhaps try on a few items. So he let the suspenders dangle, and completed the ensemble with a generously-cut bottle-green bra, which again was well short of the size needed to span his chest, so he chose to let it hang from his shoulders while he caressed his man-breasts through the delectably soft satin. Rod didn't need to be asked twice, and as they kissed, Jenny felt like a tiny silk doll in his powerful arms.
Inside were two white vintage style open girdles with stockings; very firm and boned, fastening with hooks and eyes on my left hip and a zipper to cover them. "Of course, dear one," I replied and looked carefully at the girdle when I got it home; to make sure I would know how to don it and wear it for a whole day at the wedding and the reception afterwards. First, he took my measurements under my breasts around my ribs, round my waist with a little tightness in the tape, and round the widest part of my hips. For my monthly period times, or if I am unwell, we place me inside one of my firm girdles [and sometimes two at once] for a few days instead of the corsets.
Taking advantage of the dark dance floor, I ran my hand along his cock, clearly hard through his jeans. I wouldn't refuse a hard cock in the state I was in but he still didn't know i had a little something extra and wasn't the hot young "Debby" he'd be hard over all evening. He was caressing my whole body, sliding his hands from ass to tits, pulling them out of my corset and wrapping his lips around one of them. I grew harder and harder being on my knees, ass exposed and a cock in my mouth, to the point my panties were stretching. He agreed and slowly and deeply rammed his hard cock into my ass. Walking me a little further, still grabbing at my ass, we eventually kissed goodbye and exchanged phone numbers.
"No, Mistress, but I know I don't want anyone else." She stood up, turned on one elegant, black, patent heel and strolled away from him, her dress brushing against him as she moved, her perfume seducing him, hypnotizing him, tearing his soul from his body and possessing him. With no further ado she walked round him and left the room, one man opening a door to one side for her to pass through whilst another presented Michael with a piece of paper on a silver tray. The man smiled back in complete understanding and extended his arm for Michael to walk away from his name, from his past and from his ability to resist; into his new life.
Phyllis can feel a new stretch in her sphincter muscles and flinches just a little, so that Mark can tell he is close to her comfortable capacity. Mark presses more and finds that his hand is moving into her rectum with greater ease; although the pressure on his bunched fingers proves to him the pressure Phyllis must be feeling. On another weekend, Phyllis was relaxing with the big plug inside her, half expecting mark to come with his hand at some stage. Phyllis presses and massages her labia and clitoris, while feeling his package hardly moving gently inside her body. And with a big 3-inch plug in her rectum all day; to be replaced by Mark's hand or else his sex-package as often as they wish.
Reaching round her corseted body, he could tell it was open by about 2 inches at her waist, but almost closed shut at hips and ribs. With his mouth still gulping on her breasts, his hand pushed down over the corset front, all the way from top edge to bottom, and then further into her pubic area with its little fuzz of blonde hairs. He would tighten her waist a little, while she relaxed into the new shape developing inside the ferocious corset. From behind, looking into the mirror and into her eyes, he ran his hands over the flat rigid front of the corset; feeling the tautness of the busk fastening over her muscles and containing her ribs.
Next she slipped on a black knee length latex pencil skirt, and I got to work polishing it with silicone spray. The feeling of my wife polishing my smooth latex head with silicone spray is hard to describe. My wife has a great body, and the tight shiny latex combined with the high heels, shiny stockings and corset made her a sight to behold. The driver must have been a bit more than bewildered with me, as I was dressed in the most hard core feminine clothes imaginable (corset, stockings, hobble skirt, high heels, lipstick etc) yet I had a large erection protruding from the opening in my hobble skirt.
You imagine you can feel your own erection squeezing into her confined body, though your hands on her rigid waist. So one day the boys told their mum, my shapely Barbara, that they wanted to live with their dad; not keep having me around the place. As I forced my way back into her fully, I could feel also the back steel bones of the corset pressing against my abdomen as well as my thighs and groin. So with my fingers feeling the tightness and the bones, my groin crunching against the bottom edge of the corset, my balls smashing against her buttocks and my erection ploughing into her; I flooded into her. By this time, Barbara was gasping more and more; and she reached round to feel her own waist.
Her nipples are so big now that it would take a whole hand to pleasure each one, if you could still reach them both with your arms spread, not that she would mind if you pulled a little. After an intense amount of heavy petting, kissing, sucking, and pleasuring one another, and following a long bout of sex, he reaches a point where he is so turned on and hard that it can be a little difficult to come. I'm feeling so big baby!", and bust another nut, coming again all the harder, with her, as her tits boom to a colossal beyond. The hill to your side shifts a little, and you think nothing of it until you feel her push you inside her again.
But the Princess line does not leave any deficiencies in a mature figure a place to hide, the long panels from neck to knee require absolute smoothness above and below and every little blemish shows, well Biddy her Royal Highness may be slim enough to wear this fashion with ease, without any lumps or bumps, but I seem to have a myriad to deal with. The staymaker chased the flesh up and down to get a smooth line and we have ended up with not just a corseted waist, but nearly a corseted body, my final dress corset, extends from mid way to my knees up to under my bosom and higher behind, yes truly it is a sight to see, it is more akin to the cuirass armour of
I looked in the mirror as the curtains behind me opened, my hands went to cover up the growing bulge in the dress i was wearing as i stared at the reflection of the woman who now stood behind me. She moved out of the changing room and told me to step out too, i did but my hands were cupped around my cock and balls as i stood there in the shop naked apart from a corset and a pair of heels. Come closer she said and i stepped towards her, she reached out and touched my hands and then leaned forward and kissed them, she moved her head a little and looked up at me.
When I started wearing girdles my appetite immediately got less. All those things I used to worry about, and they got better as soon as I felt the pressure and the firmness of a real corset. I'm much more in control of my life now, and Tony loves the way I'm a strong woman will lots of drive; you know, sex drive. And I've got the waist he likes to feel and hold. As I write this, I'm wearing an American corset and my waist is 20 inches. This corset's very long and firm; it holds me really well and I like it a lot. I'm looking for excitement all the time, and Tony knows that.
For the first time in a decade, she wanted to wear clothes that shaped her figure and "held her in place" as she thought to herself. "I like your outfit very much," he whispered as his lips left her cheek, "will you show me more of it later?" As he said it, he squeezed her waist and she could feel the bones of her underwear moving and yielding under his grasp. Of course, as they kissed sitting on his long sofa, he explored some way up her legs under the prim skirt, until she could feel his fingers on her stocking tops and the inside of her thighs.
The advertisement had said, "Very shapely woman wishes to meet caring man who can appreciate her style and wishes." I have always had a real liking for very shapely women, not just big breasts but good proportions and especially small waists. I place my hand on her dress where her waist should have been and found that I moved it further into her body until I was holding a stem, a tube, around which I could curl my fingers and thumb. By the age of 15, her figure had developed almost to a woman's but her waist was diminishing each few months by the application of a further tighter corset.
She has been enjoying her body while dressed in girdles and stockings all her adult life but her recent graduation to corsets and plugs has shown her new heights of erotic pleasure and body control. That was 30 years ago and now Phyllis, at the age of 58, has grown accustomed to being alone in her nylon stockings and firm control underwear; pleasing herself with her hands and with her "little toys" in recent years. That evening, Phyllis spent some more special time at her house; slowly undressing, checking her stockings and her figure; before taking off the very firm girdle and bra.
Finally, she paused dramatically and laid her hand on my elbow, then she opened the other door. The flush stood out against the sober colors of her suit, and I suddenly wanted to see if she blushed all the way down. I worked my way down her back, pausing to loosen a hook only as it impeded my hands. While I had my hands behind her neck, I decided I would like to see her hair. Down came the torso till her breasts hid her knee, her hair hung to the floor and her leg was straight as taught line. "And finally, because I wish to." I took her ass in both hands and carefully bit her left ham.
It had been a long day and I hadn't had much sleep the night before because I had spent much of it sucking on the pussy of a stranger while you fucked me from behind. You ram you hard cock in me, and started fucking me as my orgasm winds down. "Mmhmm," you fuck me hard and fast and you can feel my pussy gripping your thick cock again. I scream out as I cum hard on your cock, you hold on to me, tight as my body convulses in waves of pleasure. You plunge you cock in my throat and pull it out as I start to suck off my cum.
Mark has dressed her for their times together, often taking girdles, stockings and bras from her cupboard and drawers; but also he has bought her new ones that she has enjoyed. It seemed to go on for ever and she just wanted him to stay resting his head on the bottom edge of the girdle, his mouth now nibbling her stocking-top and with his fingers still deep inside her bowels and vagina. Mark recommenced the lacing from bottom and top edges, and soon the corset was clearly pressing on her figure. For Phyllis, the new sensations of rigidity, smoothness and immobility enhanced the feeling she got from her hand on her clitoris and labia.
Her advertisement had said, "Very shapely woman wishes to meet caring man who can appreciate her style and wishes." I have always had a real liking for very shapely women, not just big breasts but good proportions and especially small waists. I place my hand on her dress where her waist should have been and found that I moved it further into her body until I was holding a stem, a tube, around which I could curl my fingers and thumb. So many questions and I don't care about the answers so long as I can be with her, hold her incredible waist and put as much of my body as possible into her corseted figure every day for ever.