Real Stories - Predominant 2011, Issue 2

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With a muttered "Let's get on with it!" I tore my newly chosen helper away from the contemplation to which he had yielded himself. I handed him my boots, which gave off an odor of leather, and extended my bare leg to him. He went down onto his knees and with slightly unsure fingers he put one of the high heeled boots on me, and after I had smoothed the boot over my calf, he began to lace it slowly and steadily. Next, after it was properly laced and my calf was covered without wrinkles up to my knee, it was time for the second boot. On my high heels I had a firm erect posture.

At this moment the first thrill passed over me. It came from anticipating the sensation which I find personally so enjoyable, which goes completely through me which makes me simply weak, and which in the truest sense of the word totally overwhelms me, this crushing, paralyzing lacing and compression of my legs, my arms, all my limbs, my whole body, progressing slowly, increasing continuously, and becoming more and more overpowering.

So after the boots, I impatiently had the thigh corsets束腰 — a stiff garment that squeezes the waist put on me. As they were being laced tighter and tighter and were still open only a narrow crack, the compressed flesh protruded excitingly through it. Like most women, I am easily aroused in the vicinity of my thighs. Therefore I enjoyed the great pressure of the leather thigh corsets束腰 — a stiff garment that squeezes the waist and boots on my legs and also the readily apparent and increasing sensation of restriction they produced on my mobility.