CHAPTER ONE
After being married for eleven years to my husband Barry, who is a scientist in a well-known pharmaceutical company, I decided we needed our sex life to be enhanced. Don't get me wrong, this part of our marriage has been good, but I feel it could be raised to a higher level.
Privately, I have always fantasised about wearing a very tight-laced corset and being restricted in some way. It would be marvelous to be subservient to my husband's demands.
As Christmas is coming up, I decided to buy certain items, and parcel them up as a present to him to give to me. I thought this would then give me the opening to broach the subject of my fantasy.
Christmas morning arrived. After breakfast, relaxing in our dressing gowns, with great excitement we exchanged presents. I opened mine first. It was a set of jewelry, consisting of dangly earrings, necklace, bracelet, and ankle chain.
I urged him to open his present, wondering how he would respond. His face dropped when he saw the contents. Laid out on the table was a pair of handcuffs, a leather dog's collar with a leash attached, and a leather, boned corset.
"My God," he gasped. "You do not expect me to wear these, I hope?"
"No, my darling. They are for you to fit on me."
"That sounds like a better idea," he replied. "I like the idea of the corset. But why the collar and lead, and what are the handcuffs for?"
Blushing, I hesitantly explained. "For a long time, I have had this dream that I would like to be laced up tightly in a corset by you whilst being restricted, hence the collar and handcuffs. I know it seems silly for the woman to suggest this. In stories I have read it's always the man who imposes these ideas. There. I have at last told you my fantasy. I have been dreading telling you because you might think it ridiculous and laugh at me."
"I would not laugh at your wishes, my dear," he said. "I think it is a marvelous idea for my wife to want to present herself in a sexy corset and be under my control. I must admit I have had dreams of you being tight-laced, but never considered the day would come when you were willing to wear a corset. Come on, darling, let's go upstairs, have a shower and dress you in your new outfit. We are on our own and are not expecting any visitors today, so you can wear them all day."
I hugged him, "Thank you for being understanding."
CHAPTER TWO
After showering, we cuddled, then got on with our first fitting of the corset. Never having worn one before, and I hoping my husband had never laced a girl up before, we giggled incessantly trying to fit this boned leather object around my body. As the corset had no front opening, every attempt to get it over my hips failed, due to the laces not being loosened sufficiently. At last it was in place. An hour later Barry tied off the lace ends.
"I hope we can improve on your dressing time," he said with a sigh of relief. "You look terrific dressed up in tight leather. Your waist must be two inches smaller, and it accentuates your hips and lifts your bust to a provocative level. How does it feel?"
"Wonderful." The tight embrace of the corset made me feel very feminine.
"Now for the other items in my parcel. This is the best Christmas present I ever had. Turn round so that I can buckle the collar on. How tight?"
"Fairly tight. There is a small lock on the end of the leash." This prevents me removing the collar and lead. "Will you keep the key?" I asked.
He locked my hands behind my back and placed the keys on his key ring and placed them in his pocket. "Have you still got those stockings I gave you for your birthday? You cannot leave those suspenders dangling in the air. Where are those thong knickers?"
"The top draw of the dressing table."
Barry was getting all excited, pulling up the thong and rolling the stockings up my legs and attaching the suspenders. I was also. I could not help Barry, as my arms were pinioned behind my back. The feeling of helplessness I found arousing.
A pair of my highest-heeled open sandals shod my feet. I suggested wearing a dress, but Barry firmly refused. I was led downstairs by the lead, taken through to the kitchen. The lead was tied to a pipe well above my head, near the sink. "I cannot wash up with my hands shackled. Can I have my apron?"
"Sorry darling, I will handcuff your hands in front of you. I'll leave you tethered to the sink for at least half an hour while I look on the Internet to see if I can find any information on corsets. Enjoy yourself at the sink."
Whilst I was washing up I suddenly realised I could be seen by passers by as our kitchen is in the front of the house. It was so obvious that I was tethered, wearing a corset. I could not crouch down behind the sink because the lead was not long enough. I saw Mrs. Williams come striding down the street with her dog. She waved merrily as she passed. I was petrified. Luckily she did not seem to notice anything strange. Calling to Barry to release me, he refused, as my half hour was not up yet, besides which he was busy. I was lucky, being Christmas morning, nobody else was up and about yet.
To my relief, Barry untied me, attached my wrists behind, removed the apron, then led me through to the study, where he tied me to a bracket of the bookshelf which was about shoulder-height. He shortened the lead to about a foot, which forced me to remain standing.
"How did you like being tied by the kitchen window with the possibility of someone seeing you wearing only a corset and collar?"
"I felt very embarrassed, but at the same time excited. Do I have to stand here long? I would prefer to sit down."
"Remember darling, it was your idea for me to dominate you. You will remain standing for as long as I wish. Anyway, I want to show you what I have found on the Internet." Smiling, Barry kissed me on the cheek and pinched my exposed rump. "Turn round, I want to retighten your laces."
Obediently, I turned my back to him. Barry pulled the laces far tighter; I felt my stomach being compressed and found I could only breathe in short gasps. My breasts rose even higher.
"Please Barry, not so tight, I can't breathe properly. Please loosen them."
"You will be all right; I shall tighten them again later this morning. You look wonderful, standing bolt upright with the top of your breasts expanding and contracting with your rapid breathing."
"You are a beast," I said with feeling. I was actually enjoying my situation, even though the corset felt uncomfortable. I suppose it is like wearing your first pair of high heels with pointed toes; they pinch, but you put up with the pain because they are fashionable.
"Look Christine." Barry turned the PC monitor so that I could see. "I have found this wonderful web site called 'Staylace,' which gives you a massive amount of practical help on how a corset should be worn, with plenty of erotic stories of women being tight laced. I will do a print-out for you to read at your leisure." He turned the monitor back and continued to tap the keyboard for the next two hours, ignoring my pleas for release. At last he got up, stretched, saying that he would have to prepare the Christmas dinner as I was incapable of doing it.
I was left standing, tied to the bookshelf for what seemed ages, wondering what on earth I had let myself in for.
CHAPTER THREE
