Part 3: Waist Knot Want Knot
Recently I was asked to talk about the corsets I now have and rather than continuing on a particular time line of events that I thought I would follow for my story I’ve decided to jump a bit ahead so that I might please the gentleman (who asked).
It was nearly a year after I started seeing Jerry when he took me to a store in Manhattan to buy me something special. By this time I had already begun to wear stockings, garters, lacy bras and camisoles when I see Jerry (this is one of his requirements/demands) and I also have to wear fairly tight skirts, blouses and four inch ankle strap heels (he sometimes lets me wear 3" or 3 ½" heels). The only exceptions to these rules are when he has plans that require me to wear something other than a skirt (for example, an activity that wearing jeans would be more appropriate, such as going to a park for a picnic). However, even when I am wearing jeans or slacks I still must wear stockings. Pantyhose are not permitted. Another little foible of his is that I must always wear either high cut or thong panties. Now this may not sound like a very big deal to most but you must understand that, to me, it is.
While my new lingerie does make me feel a bit more sensual, and it certainly does make Jerry very happy, just going out to the mall to buy these things and to begin wearing them was in many ways embarrassing (even though I know it shouldn’t be) and, as a side note, the first time I wore a thong was more than just an experience it was a startling discovery of just how little it takes to make you feel as though something is creeping up between your cheeks while leaving (your cheeks) to bounce a bit more than you might be comfortable with while at the same time imagining that everyone walking behind you is staring at your ass.
I have always had a tendency to blush rather easily so to tell you that this brings color to my (facial cheeks) is another added benefit that Jerry loves. He gets a kick out of forcing me into embarrassing situations and seems to be awfully fond of how I tend to squirm when I am self-consciously mortified in a public setting.
And, one last note on this subject, while he has never had me do anything publicly that would get me arrested I think he would be thrilled if I did. Especially if when arrested I was handcuffed (laughing>).
Getting back to taking me shopping.
The store is downtown in a brown stone building and upon entering I knew I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
There are sections devoted to leather wear, latex and rubber, slinky satin and silk, shoes and more bondage paraphernalia than I thought existed other than on the internet. As I stood there with my mouth open in astonishment I felt my whole body flush from embarrassment while Jerry took hold of my wrist (when he’s not "in charge" he simply holds my hand in his) and led me deeper into the bowels of this incredibly astonishing place (while this was very uncomfortable for me, it was not nearly as bad as when Jerry had me go to an "adult" store (my very first time ever in such a place) to buy anal plugs!).
Even though I knew Jerry would not let anything bad happen to me I was still was extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed and yet, at the same time, "turned on". I’m sorry but don’t know how to describe my feelings any better than that just now.
As we began to look at all the clothing my thoughts began to wonder just how I would feel about wearing a few of the leather and latex outfits when a sales lady approached Jerry and asked if she could be of assistance. I guess it was that obvious to her that Jerry was the one to talk to and not me. It’s such an odd feeling to suddenly realize just how much of a submissive I’d become in both appearance and mannerism.
"Yes", he said, "I would like to have her fitted for a corset" and, with that, the ceiling practically caved in on me as I just silently stood there. Too dumbfounded to run and hide, I just stood there.
There were no words I could muster to either tell Jerry I didn’t like the idea or that I loved the idea. It was obvious from the way he held my wrist that the only choices I had were to accept the fact I was getting a corset or to tell him "stop, enough" (my code words). But to use my safety was not the option I chose. Instead I quietly allowed Jerry to tow me along as we followed the lady to another small section of the store where there was a rack of corsets on display.
When she asked Jerry what size he told her he wasn’t sure and so she grabbed a tape measure and, after instructing me to undo the zipper of my skirt (so she could measure more accurately), she wrapped the tape around my waist and declared 28" (ugh!).
She told Jerry that if this was my first corset he should consider one that would reduce my waist by four inches. Agreeing, Jerry and she then started to go through a few of the corsets and after some chitchat he selected a dark blue and black with lace trim half-cup corset. Actually it was (and is) very pretty but at the time it sent shivers down my spine and if I could have melted away into the woodwork I would have.
With Jerry standing a few feet away she told me to take my blouse off. There were a few people in the store and although I did take my blouse off I did so as slowly as I could hoping that Jerry would stop me. He didn’t.
The laces were very loose and the first thing she did was to stand in front of me to wrap the corset around me and then closed the front by connecting the clasps on the flat steel bars together (I know the bars must have a proper name but even today I really don’t know it). Then, stepping behind me, she asked Jerry if he had ever laced a corset and he said he had (immediately I was wondering whose corset he laced up!) but told her that he would prefer having her do it to ensure a proper fitting.
With that she started to pull the laces, from the bottom then the top, always stopping in the middle and then repeating this several times until she was satisfied that it was "tight enough" for a "first wearing".
Coming around in front of me she asked me to take my bra off so that she could see if my breasts rested correctly in the cups. I turned every shade of red you can imagine and I looked to Jerry for help or some reprieve, but he just stared at me and nodded for me to continue. With some difficulty I reached behind and fumbled a little until I was able to undo the clasps of my bra. When I finally took it off my knees were literally shaking, my hands were trembling and I just couldn’t get over the fact that I had exposed my breasts and nipples for every one to see while the sales lady (eventually I learned that her name is Anne) casually fitted my breasts into the cups which held them up while leaving my (now swollen) nipples uncovered and pointing straight ahead.
Anne explained to me that the corset had steel boning that would keep my waist in an hour-glass figure and that the laces, the long remaining ends now wrapped around my waist and tied behind my back, should be wrapped that way so that the long ends do not dangle, thereby making for a very neat appearance.
Turning back to Jerry she told him that she had only laced me in about two inches, and that after I’ve had more practice wearing it he would be able to slowly lace it all the way so that my waist would be reduced by the full four inches.
As he and she continued to inspect "me" I couldn’t believe it had been laced closed by only two inches. It felt like a dozen! And, when I started to turn to look at Jerry I suddenly realized just how confining the damn thing is. Experimentally I tried to bend and found that I was not going to be able bend easily, if at all, and then, when I looked at my breasts, which now proudly displayed two very pointy nipples, I could feel my whole body turning red from the embarrassment of the situation yet, at the same time I could also feel all those little electric tingling sensations rushing down from my breasts to my tummy to my puss. The ones I get when I am very stimulated and excited and I knew that my panties, if they weren’t wet yet, they were going to be!
"Put this back on", Jerry said as he handed me my blouse and, after buttoning it, it became painfully obvious that the once fairly tight fitting blouse was now even tighter over my breasts and that my nipples were now very pronounced as they poked straight out against it.
With that devilish grin of his Jerry came up to me and started to tuck my blouse in to my skirt and then zipped it back up. The skirt, whose waist was also a bit tight on me before was now starting to slip down and rested just at the top of my hips. "Needs a belt" he laughed and with that went to a nearby section and picked up a few leather belts with silver colored studs and, after trying a couple on me, selected one that he was able to pull fairly tight around my waist to hold my skirt in place. With my breathing already constricted a little the belt didn’t add to that problem but it certainly did stick out against my black skirt and navy colored blouse.
"You are lovely", he said as he stood in front of me (which made me blush all the more) and to Anne he said "I’ll take both the corset and the belt and don’t bother unlacing the corset, she’ll wear it home".
I was flabbergasted, how could I possibly wear this thing home? But, looking into his eyes, and seeing their devilish glimmer, told me that without using my safe words any protest would be useless and that my humiliation was not yet complete.
Taking me by the wrist he led me to the cash register and after paying for the corset and belt led me back out to the street. (Anne also gave him a small bag with the six garters that can be attached to the corset).
If you have never worn a corset it might be a little difficult to understand how it feels when you walk, try to sit or bend or even turn to see something to your left or right. It’s constriction, while pleasant most of the time (once you get use to being completely laced to the limit), it is also a constant reminder that it is a form of bondage, much as it is when forced to wear ankle strap heels that you can’t take off because some smart aleck put tiny luggage locks through the straps so they can’t be undone without a key (which, from Jerry’s perspective, is quite amusing).
We had parked at the Port Authority so Jerry hailed a cab and then stood there, grinning like a cheshire cat when I tried to get in. It is an art form to get into a car when wearing heavily boned tightly laced corset!
After he finally offered me his hand for support I was able to back into the seat and sort of lean a bit and then wriggled across to the other side so he could get in. My skirt was hiked up to mid-thigh threatening to expose my garters and my heels felt as though they had dug into the carpeting of the cab to further restrict my movement. Sitting next to me Jerry put his hand on my knee and while the cab sped towards the parking garage his hand also started to speed along my thigh and paused just at the top of my stockings while his fingers did a little dance driving me nuts and causing me to pray that the driver was either blind or couldn’t see from the rear view mirror what Jerry was doing to me.
Now, if getting into a car is difficult, try getting out, especially when it’s your first time wearing a corset. Exposure becomes an element of dread and despair as you vainly try to get your feet under you so you can pull your skirt down!
As we headed for the parking elevators I was also very much aware of how tight my blouse was and how my nipples were trying to poke holes through it. It was also very obvious to many of the "gentlemen" that passed us which kept my "blushing" in full bloom. And, if looks could kill, I think Jerry would be dead as he continued to lead me by my wrist and I stared daggers into his back.
Once at the car he was his ever polite self and helped me in, he even put the seat belt on me before going to the drivers side and starting the car. His kiss as he leaned over me to do the seat belt scored lots of points too!
During our drive back to my house we talked about the experience and I told him how mortified I was while being put into the corset and how restrictive it was but I also told him that I loved every minute too.
By the time we got to the house I had been in the corset for almost four hours and Jerry insisted that he take it off. There was absolutely no argument from me and when the laces were loosened and it was finally taken off it was such a great feeling of relief. Yet, at the same time, I actually missed its embrace. How odd is that?
Today, when I do wear a corset it is laced all the way and worn for most of the day. I may even be forced to wear it while sleeping.
And, if I am also tied up for bed Jerry never gags me because he doesn’t think it would be safe to sleep while gagged.
It’s so nice to know he has my best interests at heart and, besides, when we’re in bed and the lights are out, he doesn’t have to fumble to undo my gag if he has a need for something other than pillow talk (laughing).
23.03.12
story continues in Widow, Corset, Ropes, Submission Part 4: Vibrators from Heaven and Hell
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