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
It was not until 3 o'clock that Barry came to untie me and lead me through to the dining room, where he tied the lead to the back of the chair. The table was set with a luscious looking Christmas feast.
As Barry was carving the turkey, I asked him to release me from the handcuffs so that I could eat. "There is no need for that, as I will be feeding you. You indicated that you wanted to be restricted at all times, I am only carrying out your request. I really enjoy my present immensely."
I shrugged, knowing that it would be pointless to object.
Barry pulled his chair up beside me and proceeded to spoon feed me, giving me the occasional sip of wine. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined sitting down to Christmas lunch, tied to a chair with my hands manacled and in my underwear, being fed by my husband.
I found I could not do justice to the Christmas fare because I soon became terribly uncomfortable in my tight corset. I suppose the wine had as much to do with it as the food. Barry was sympathetic enough to loosen my laces.
When we had our fill, Barry cleared away and loaded the dishwasher. "There, we can relax in front of the TV this afternoon." He sat me on a high chair in the lounge, tethering me again. "It is no good you sitting on the settee, your stays would stick into you. Make sure you sit bolt upright, then the corset will be relatively comfortable, we cannot have you slouching. I will tighten your laces when you have digested your lunch."
"My laces are all right as they are, thank you." That was not to be. Barry really tightened them later. I was growing weary and my whole body ached from the compression of the corset forcing me to sit upright for so long.
What a relief when bedtime arrived. Barry removed my corset and handcuffs, but insisted I keep the collar on so that I could be tied to the bed overnight. We had the most wonderful sex that night, making wearing the corset worthwhile.
CHAPTER FOUR
Boxing Day morning arrived.
Barry yawned. "Another day of corseting and restriction is upon us," he said happily.
"Not today, my darling. One whole day was enough," I replied.
"Oh no my sweet. I enjoyed yesterday so much that I have decided you will wear your corset at all times, have your wrists tied together and wear your collar and lead, except when you go to work. In fact, I think I shall insist you wear the collar permanently to remind you are under my control. Remember I have the key, therefore you must do as I say."
"I cannot wear the collar outside the home. I would feel very embarrassed about what people would think."
Giving me a hug, he said, "You have no choice. I will unlock it while you have a shower; we don't want the leather to get wet and spoil it, do we now? It will be replaced immediately when you are dry."
The shower complete, Barry buckled the collar around my neck and placed the handcuffs on my wrists before encasing my torso in the stiffly boned corset. The tight embrace of the garment enthralled me once more. I am secretly glad 'Hubby,' or should I say 'My Master,' used his power of persuasion to dictate my clothes for the day.
"I have not laced you too tightly. I will lace the corset tighter after breakfast when your body has got used to it again," he said as he attached the lead to the collar.
Barry made the breakfast, fed me, then washed up. I could get used to being restricted and not able to do the household chores.
