Dear Susan,

I would like to relate a short history of my early years (age 11-14). My stepmother had a back problem, for which the doctors prescribed the wearing of a steel-boned corset for most of the day. My father and I both had a bit of a tummy. One day, my step mum said, "If you can't keep your stomach pulled in, I've got something to help you." My dad, having much more willpower than me, easily kept his tummy pulled in, but unfortunately, I couldn't.

My step mum called me into her bedroom, and said, "Maybe this will help you keep a flat stomach." She was holding up her corset at the time.

I said, "It's ok Mum, I don't need that." She replied, "It seems that you do. Turn around and I'll help you put it on." I didn't know what to do; in fact I didn't have much choice, so I turned around. She wrapped the corset around my waist, fastened the hooks down the left hand side, and started to pull the laces tighter.

I have never felt so embarrassed in my life. "How long do I have to wear this?" I asked.

"Until I tell you to take it off," was her crisp reply. Believe me, I felt so stupid, first because it was a woman's corset, and second because it was most uncomfortable. "Maybe being tightly laced will teach you to do as you're told," was her next comment.

The corset had lace trim at the base, and six suspenders for each leg. "I think you are going to have to wear stockings too young man. Otherwise there will be nothing to keep those suspenders straight."

I pleaded with her but it did no good, and so I had to wear a pair of her heavy denier nylon stockings as well. "You really can't wear boys' underpants over that corset. I think that a pair of long bloomers would be much more appropriate, and will keep the tops of your stockings hidden."

By now I felt totally defeated, and so bloomers it was.

After about two weeks of wearing her corsets and other underwear, I pleaded with my step mum to let me take them off. When I just said two weeks of wearing corsets by the way, that meant around the clock, including bedtime as well, although in bed I could take off the bloomers and wear a full length old-fashioned nightdress instead, rather than my usual pyjamas.

After listening to my pleas, my step mum said, "You can take it off to go to bed tonight, but in the morning, you are to bring it in to me, and ask me to put it back on you." That might have sounded cruel, but I was just glad to get one night's sleep without it wrapped around my waist, so I said "Thanks Mum."

The next morning I asked to have it put back on, and my step mum said, "So you want to wear it again?" I replied, "Yes please." And I wasn't just following orders either. I now found that I liked the tightness and security of my corset and stockings.

That was the start of my life in corsets. When I met my present wife I was, of course, fully laced up. It didn't take long for her to find out that I supposedly 'liked corsets', so she has 'allowed' me to carry on wearing them. Except now, she likes to lace them up, and if I thought I had it bad when my step mum was doing it, I should have thought just how tight these things can be!

If I need a new corset, my wife sends me down to the women's underwear shop to buy it - after first telling me what size to get. I am as tightly corseted and controlled as any husband has ever been.
Yours corseted,

Rob

Rob, if you look back through the archives, you will find a 'corset special' which I published in our first year. The constricting embrace of girdles and corsets give the wearer a continuing feeling of being controlled by their wife, and of course the figure is improved, so that corsets are a very common article of petticoat discipline, which can be worn throughout the day, and even at night if it is deemed to be necessary. If worn at night, a long nightdress, rather than men's pyjamas, should also be worn.

Rob, ask your wife to try sending you to work in a panty-girdle. It will ensure that you are home promptly, and there will certainly be no drinking or other messing about after work.
Susan