Real Stories - Predominant 2011, Issue 2

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(This account appeared originally in the German publication Club Caprice Magazine in the early 1970’s. Cora described one of her erotic adventures that involved her love for tight-lacing.)

In the beginning it was only a fleeting idea; it came to me when I had once again corseted myself especially tightly and I was admiring my "breathtaking" wasp waist in the mirror. "Not bad, darling." I thought to myself, "Only it looks a bit incomplete, a beautiful black leather corset束腰 — a stiff garment that squeezes the waist on an otherwise naked pale woman' s body with long unconfined arms and legs."

Although my body from my breasts乳房 — a woman's chest to the top of my hips was forced into an absolutely rigid upright posture by an unyielding corset束腰 — a stiff garment that squeezes the waist that was stiffened with numerous metal stays and laced completely closed, I found it really unsatisfactory and lacking in control that my arms, head, legs, and feet above and below the corset束腰 — a stiff garment that squeezes the waist were (as I just said) all so free and unrestrained, indeed almost offensively naked. And when I moved, trying a few dance steps and swinging my arms, the sensations also did not go together. The middle of my body was firm, tightly laced, and stiff, and my arms and legs were free to move awkwardly with no restraint.