Mr and Mrs Waytes wear corsets. Both of them. Since the earliest days of their marriage.
Barbara had always worn classical, some might say old-fashioned, underwear and stockings held up by suspenders. For her wedding day, she ordered a proper corset and had her bridesmaids lace her into it. She looked amazing, with a smaller waist and smooth curved lines all around her figure from her breasts to her thighs. After that important day, she was hooked; and now has a large collection of corsets, girdles, waist-cinchers and corselettes.
Victor originally wore a brace to support his spine after an accident on the parallel bars, in the gym. Then he discovered the excitement that came from controlling his physique, and he ordered a made-to-measure boned and laced corset from a London maker. That was 8 years ago and, of course, Barbara encouraged him from his first suggestion.
Their corseted figures are not extreme, so far as the world can see. Barbara will walk around, do her domestic chores and shopping, travel and drive with a figure of 36D bust, 22-inch waist and 38-inch hips. Shapely but not outrageously so. Victor goes to work with a corset hidden under his business suit. His physique each day would be chest 42 inches, waist 26 inches and hips 36 inches. Again, not sufficient to arouse curiosity and he hides his figure-control carefully.
But at night, and every weekend, and for their special holiday times, the Waytes do things differently. It is then they change into their "togetherness corsets" for fun and pleasure. Barbara's corset at these times has a waist of 18 inches and they will spend hours gradually lacing her into it.
With them both naked, she stands in front of the long mirror in their bedroom and Victor wraps the corset around her loosely. He is careful to line up the waist tape inside the corset with Barbara's waist, and ensures that the front busk clips are straight and vertical. Then he puts the stiffened under-lacing panel between the laces and her skin at the back. Their conversation is always much the same.
"Lift your arms now," Victor urges and Barbara rests her forearms across her head. This has the effect of lifting her breasts and some of her back flesh into the correct position for lacing.
"Take a deep breath; hold it; and now breathe out," he instructs her, and she complies as always.
As her breath starts out from her mouth, he takes up the slack in the laces all the way from her waist down to the bottom edge across her hips. Then from the waist up to the top edge across her shoulder blades. And finally, he pulls through all the lace at her waist until the corset is just resting on her skin. It is now open at her waist by about five inches, although less at top and bottom . That is the reduction he will achieve over the next minutes and hours.
"Take another deep breath; hold it; and now breathe out," he repeats to her.
Even as she starts to breathe out, Victor crosses over the laces and hauls on them at her waist, exerting as much leverage as he dares without straining the fabric or risk pulling out one of the metal eyelets.
Barbara's waist reduces by more inches and is now about 22 inches: her usual daily size. There are still 4 inches remaining to be reduced but they rest at this point and take some pleasure.
Victor is still naked and flexible, so he leads her to the bed and she kneels on the edge, with her knees as far apart as she can get them. With no further preparation or invitation, Victor finds that she is moist and hot as he enters her from behind. He holds her corseted waist and squeezes a little to show that there is much more to be reduced. And then he shags back and forth into her, to the pleasure of them both. He is careful not to ejaculate in her. This would be far too soon.
He withdraws from her and pushes her to lie down, on her front. Moving up the bed with her, he straddles her thighs, presses his erection down between her thighs and upwards towards her labia, and slowly re-enters her. She likes this position.
"Hmm," she murmurs, "move more. Don't stop."
She opens her thighs a little more to allow him greater access to her body, and he takes her as deeply as possible. Thrusting into her prone figure which is hardly affected by the corset she is wearing so loosely.
It is Barbara who reaches an orgasm and he is relieved that he can retain his own pleasure for later.
"Ooooh. Aaargh," she cooes to herself, "that was lovely."
Now is the time for more lacing. Victor lifts himself into a kneeling-straddling position again, without putting his entire weight on her thighs. Reaching down to the corset, he unties the bow he made 30 minutes earlier, and begins further lacing. Barbara is only half-conscious and only half-aware or what he is doing; her orgasms always have this effect for some minutes. He does not bother with breathing instructions for two important reasons; they both want that corset closed on her and also he now wishes to get dressed himself and her reduction comes first.
This time not slowly, nor gently to be truthful, he reaches down to her waist and tightens the corset; until it is open by only one inch at the bottom edge. This he achieves with two great heaves on the laces and her lower abdomen is shaped and crushed. She lets out an involuntary gasp of surprise and tension.
"Aghh. Wow. You really know how to treat a lady," and she giggled through her orgasmic haze and the tension of the corset.
With no delay, Victor grasps the laces for the upper part of the corset and raises himself by his thigh muscles as he keeps them tight in his fists. With just two more heaves, he closes the top edge. Now there is an oval-shaped opening down the corset's back, indicating that there is still a sizeable reduction to be achieved at her waist.
"Open your legs more," he orders, and she tried to do so against the grip of the corset on her hips.
He presses his erection into her again, from behind, pleased with himself that he has retained his tumescence during this hour.
"Ready?" he askes her. They both know that her reply is immaterial. He is going to close this corset on her. Usually, Barbara might give a "Umm" sound. On this occasion, she gives the sentence he likes to hear;
"Close my corset, now."