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The time is the early 20th. Century and called..SCHOOL DAY'S
A Boys Experience of being Put Into Corsets.
By Ben.
I had just had my 14th. birthday when my parents heard that they had been
left some money by a relative who had just died. We were not a wealthy
family by any means but fortunately neither were we among the poorest
either. My mother and father had always tried to give my elder sister and I
the very best that they could afford.
Consequentely one of the first things which they did with the money was to
send me to a very well known private school in our area to finish my
education. The school sent us a list of all the things which I would require,
among these of course was the school uniform.
And so, one morning my mother took me off to the only store which sold the
special school uniform...grey short trousers, blazer with the school crest on
it, cap, grey socks and black shoes, shirts and even new underwear, vests
and pants. I had never had so many new clothes all at one time. The
shop assistant was a very young and very pleasant young man....he gathered
all my new clothes on the counter and then asked the question which made
my heart thump and fill me with dread, "and what about his corset madame".
My mother coughed nervously and said "erm...I havn't told him about that
yet"......."Well", said the young man, "it is compulsory at the school he is
going to you know".
I was led into a fitting room at the back of the shop where I was instructed to
get undressed. I complained bitterly and said that I thought that only girls
had to wear corsets when they were fourteen. I was told that many boys
wore them too and to get undressed. I nervously took my clothes off down
to my vest and pants thinking that this would be sufficient, but no...take your
underwear off too I was told. In what seemed like slow motion I removed
my underwear, my embarrassment was indescribable an was made much
worse by the look which my mother gave me when she saw how well
developed my body was for a fourteen year old.
The young man took the tape measure from around his neck and proceeded to
take my measurements, hips, waist, chest...and then with the end of the tape
pressed against my pubic bone he measured up to my chest and said, " yes, I
think a 15" busk will be just right". A 15" busk! whatever in the world is
that!..... I was soon to find out. While taking my measurements the
young man saw my embarrassment and said to me, " I remember just what it
was like the first time I had to be measured for corsets, I was younger that
you are now and it was a lady who fitted me, at least I am a man which isn't
quite so bad is it" ? He smiled reassuringly.
He left the room and returned a few minutes later carrying a long narrow
cardboard box from which he took a pink brocade corset. Now, I had
seen my mothers corsets from time to time and also my sisters and this one
looked so similar except that it did'nt have suspenders. I had also seen
corsets in adverts and shop windows but had never taken much notice of
them, this was the closest I had ever seen a corset.
The young man laid out the corset full length on the table and started to undo
the back lacing which I discovered was 17" long, and then there were seams
all the way round which I discovered to my cost were each embedded with
flat metal stays and the busk at each edge glistened in the sunlight which
poured in through the window (how I wished I was out there!) the sunlight
picked out the row of studs on one side of the busk and the eyelets on the
other. There were four large studs along the bottom edge,two on each side
of the busk about one inch apart and two shiny metal buckles at the sides
about half way between the busk and the lacing, I was to later find out what
these were for.
Quickly the young man put the corset around me, I shuddered as I felt my
whole torso being encased, he fastened the busk and with deft fingers he
started to tighten the laces, first from the bottom up to the waist and then from
the top down to the waist, I GASPED as the corset tightened around me, it
felt as though my whole body was in a prison. I went almost into a daze,
mixed feelings of embarrassment, a feeling of hatred for the tightness of the
corset and then a new feeling which I could'nt understand at all....an
'excitement' a feeling of being 'hugged' all over, was I starting to like being
corsetted? The lacing completed I was turned around from all angles to
be inspected by both the young man and my mother. But now...a new
horror.....
I suddenly realised, to my complete mortification, that my excitement was
starting to show in a physical way!! How I wished that I could be
anywhere else but here!
The young man very shrewdly and sensitively saw the source of my
embarrassment and said "right, we'll just finish your corsetting and you can
get dressed" he had turned me around so that my back was to my mother
and away from her gaze.
From the box he took another part of the corset..it was made of a sort of
heavy net material in matching pink, roughly triangular in shape with four
large press studs along one edge which was in a thick stiff material and two
strong wide elastic straps from the opposite corner. "Right, we'll just fit the
jockstrap and you are finished" said he with a wink and a smile. The
press studs were pushed together and then the pouch of the jockstrap was
firmly pulled over the source of my embarrassment (with a little difficulty)
the two straps taken between my legs, threaded through the two side buckles
and pulled tight. "There, how does that feel "? you can get dressed now".
I very quickly took my underpants to put them on but O dear..a new
problem...I could'nt bend down as I was used to doing, I stumbled, almost
falling over...I had got to start to learn to bend from the knees....with a little
help I got dressed, my mother payed the bill and we left the shop.
As we walked down the street in the brilliant sunshine I began to feel the
experience of being corsetted, I felt 6" taller, the wonderful feeling of being
hugged all over and the tight support of my genitals was a feeling that I
would never forget. We waited for a few minutes to catch a tram home..as
we waited I wondered if other people in the queue could tell that I was
wearing corsets?? We boarded the tram, and another of many new
experiences, some difficulty in sitting down, in the very upright posture into
which I was being forced. I chose to stand at the window all the way
home.
That rest of that day I chose activities which did'nt involve sitting down to
much or any bending, but I just loved the exillerating experience of my new
found captivity.
When my father and my sister came home they both said how smart and
'grown up' I looked.
I started my new school and with great interest found that all the other boys
were wearing corsets of either the same or several different designs. I
very soon got so used to my corsets that they became an every day item of
clothing....apart from sporting or other specialised activities I wore my
corsets seven days a week and still do..although I left school many years ago
now.
I wonder...........How many of my school friends still wear their corsets?
(end)
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