Real Stories - Predominant 2011, Issue 2

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As an experiment I felt my thighs. They were so tightly bound that they were like two iron tubes. When I tried to bend my knees, I succeeded only slightly. The muscles in my legs were all nearly paralyzed by the severe lacing. Also the circulation of blood in my legs was already so severely restricted that they were slowly losing their feeling, and in my abdomen the pent-up blood was collecting and stimulating me sexually.

What a wonderful feeling of restriction and excitement! It can be imagined only by someone who has experienced it. Therefore I was eager to have my arms and neck corsetted as well. After I had squeezed my hands into tight new gloves, I next had the forearm corsets束腰 — a stiff garment that squeezes the waist tightened. They covered my gloves at the wrists and extended to my elbows.

The audible heavy breathing of my lacing assistant interrupted my voluptuous self- examination. As I looked at him, I noticed his red face, the drops of sweat on his forehead and an unmistakable bulge in his trousers. "Don’t worry! My husband is out of town. We will not be disturbed so let's keep on going. Now for my upper arms."