Corseting

Corseting

Notes from Bottier Part 1

I've been a lurker on this group since its inception, and since I introduced my wife to it, she's been pressing me to post one of our stories. Here it is, then, with a twist, for your approval.

We both enjoy adding a great deal of interesting costumes to our play. I love the sight of her in extreme heels and tightly laced old-fashioned corsets, as well as bound and helpless. She loves these things, as well as anything else that presses, squeezes, or otherwise molds her, and adds to her tactile overload or general level of frustration. Thus, we've accumulated a great storehouse of toys over the years, from a variety of shoes with heels in varying heights, to several custom made corsets (there are very few manufacturers left, and the prices can be outrageous) with waists from 19" to 22" (including one that is knee-length), rubber stockings, skirts, and so on, and a very large drawer full of cuffs, collars, and padlocks. All these things see a good amount of use! One of our favorite activities is what I call the "Chinese puzzle" bondage. It takes a bit of planning, but the end results are most rewarding for both of us. I strive to never do quite the same thing twice, so I'll just describe the most recent version.

We begin the play with her naked, standing in the bedroom. I first apply her scold's bridle, which has a nice large ball gag. It buckles in the back, and I fasten it in place with the first padlock. The key to this padlock I tape into the palm of her right hand. I then put one of her calf gloves on (these extend almost up to the shoulder, and fasten at the wrist very tightly with four buttons) which nicely secures the key into her hand. I then put one of our 3" locking wrist cuffs on over the glove, which nicely covers the buttons, making it impossible to remove without first getting the cuff off. The key to this cuff I tape into the palm of her left hand, followed by the other glove and cuff. At this point, she is gagged and gloved and beginning to show some signs of anticipation.

One wonderful thing about the gloves (that will come into play most frustratingly later) is that they make it very difficult indeed to handle the keys to these padlocks (none of the keys is over 1 inch long, and some are only half that).

The key to her left cuff I tape to the inside of her leather collar, which is about 4" wide at the front and tapers down to 2 1/2" at the rear. I fasten this on her neck, which makes her hold her head up very straight. I fasten this in place with another padlock.

The collar key I tape to the bottom of her right foot, right under the heel. I then put one of her rubber stockings on, smoothing it up her leg as I go. On her foot, I place one of the prizes of our collection, a 6" heel pump with a 2" wide locking ankle strap. This I lock on, and tape the key to the bottom of her left foot, followed by the stocking and the other matching shoe. This is the part that really starts to get her attention. The 6" heels are very high for her (she has size 7 1/2 feet), but she has to stand even further up on her toes to keep the keys from pressing into her heels. She says that she loves the sensation, and also the tightness and warm coolness of the stockings. Needless to say, with the shoes locked on, she can't get to the keys under her heels.

The key to her left shoe I tape to the inside of the busk on her corset, and fasten it around her and begin lacing. True tight lacers know that you can't just squeeze in a corset all at once, but rather you must do it in easy stages. Thus, this phase takes about half an hour, as we reduce her waist from its normal 25" to 20" or so over the corset. I fasten the stocking tops to the garters on the corset, which isn't strictly necessary since they are so tight that they'll stay up by themselves but she loves the added pressure. The corset itself is very heavily boned and makes her lean forward about 20 degrees at the waist with a most beautiful S curve in her back this, in addition to the forward lean that the heels induce, makes her balance somewhat precarious, and walking becomes somewhat difficult. She finds this to be quite a turn-on, combined with all the pressures.

So there she stands, not yet helpless, but certainly bound. I'll usually take a break here and play with her a bit until she starts egging me on the next step. We have a chastity belt that has self-contained vibrators in two sizes fastened to its inner surface. I have modified it so that it fits her tiny corseted waist, and I then apply it to her, locking the waistband and crotch strap in place (which very conveniently covers the knot in the laces, rendering it impossible for her to get the corset off). I have to work fast since this is quite an intense stimulation for her. The vibrators in her front and rear begin to do their dirty work, so while she is distracted, I tape the key to her chastity belt to the inside of the waistband of her rubber hobble skirt, which is about 1/8" thick and fits her tighter than a second skin from just below that breasts to the knees. It has to be rolled on from the knees up and does a much more effective job of hobbling her than tying her knees because it exerts so much pressure so evenly over so much of her legs, hips, and torso.

At this point, she is usually hanging right on the edge of orgasm from sheer sensory overload. Under the right circumstances, she can come simply from the pressure of the corset, but having to balance in the heels with her knees hobbled and the vibrators working usually puts her right up to the edge. If I make her walk any distance at all, she might just overload and come too soon. So it's time to keep her very still and finish the job.

I then lock her wrist cuffs together behind her with a padlock. This key is threaded onto the hasp of another padlock, which is then used to lock an 8 inch or so loop of chain between her ankles. With this chain, she is limited to taking steps about four inches long (not that she could take longer ones with the heels and hobble skirt). The key to the ankle chain is attached to the middle of a chain about 15 inches long with a nipple clamp at each end, which I then attach to her nipples. The lean induced by her corset and heels causes the key to hanging well in front of her.

And to finish, I attach her wrist cuffs to her collar by looping a two-foot chain and locking it with the last padlock. This pulls her wrists up to just below her shoulder blades, not high enough to cause much tension on the collar, but enough to keep her from reaching any of the keys, or stretching around to the nipple clips in front. Also, in this position, her fingers lose some of their dexterity, and the gloves certainly don't help much either.

The last key is truly the key to the puzzle without it, she has absolutely no way to get out of all these marvelous decorations, despite having all the other keys on her person. She also doesn't have enough flexibility to give herself the last bit of stimulus to go over the edge while standing there. What she has to do to get the relief that she craves is to try to find that last key, and then coax her bound fingers into manipulating the locks in sequence. She has to take the tiny steps that are all she can manage over to wherever it is, unlock the lock holding her wrists up high, then get the nipple clamps off somehow so that she can get her ankles unlocked to get the key that holds her wrists behind her and so on. Usually, the stimulation catches up with her somewhere along the way and she goes from having an isolated orgasm to having a continuous string of them, generally requiring quite a bit of support from me to keep from falling. Needless to say, I'm never far away during these times since the visual impact of her done up this way is one of my greatest pleasures, not to mention getting to take whatever advantage of the situation I can.

This last key is what she needs and this is the funny part of the story: as I have been typing this, she has been attempting to sit next to me here at the machine, done up exactly as I describe here. She has been hanging right on the edge for some time, but she has to wait for me to type the location of the final key! The butt plug and extremely tight hobble skirt keep her from being able to sit flat on the office chair, but she has to try and take the weight off her heels so that the keys stop pressing in, and the corset keeps her leaning forward so that the weight of the chain dangling from her nipple clips is borne entirely by her poor nipples. She has been very good.

The key is under your pillow.

I'm going to close this now -- she's probably going to need some help as she hobbles back down the hall to the bedroom, my lovely vision in black everything, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.

A note from the Bottiers Part #5

As I type this, I am sitting in front of my husband's computer here in our home office, in very dire straits indeed. I managed to delete a number of his files while playing with the machine earlier this weekend, and I now seem destined to pay the price for that indiscretion for the duration of the weekend. I am indeed glad that he has seen fit to include some of my favorite activities in my punishment, or this would be a very long weekend. As you know, I love the compression and the wearing of unusual, sexy, pleasurable clothes these things he likes also, but seems to add his own twists as well, all of which seem intended to render me as helpless as possible at all times! Especially so now, though.

At this time, I am dressed in the following way: I am wearing my black satin corset, which has about a twenty-inch waist and must certainly be laced closed from the feel of it. On my legs, I have my beloved rubber stockings, pulled tightly up to the suspender grips at the bottom of the corset. On my feet, I have the latest addition to our toy collection, a pair of seven-inch ballet-heeled shoes, with (of course) wide, locking ankle straps. These shoes force me completely up onto the very tips of my toes, as if dancing en pointe', and took what seemed like forever to have made for me. I now wish that they'd taken just a bit longer! He has also made an addition to them for each foot, there is a metal piece shaped roughly like a shoehorn, which is curved to fit over the instep from just above my toes to partway up my shin, and is held tightly in place by the ankle straps. These prevent me from straightening out my foot at all I can do is put my weight directly on the tips of my toes. If only they provided the same support that real ballet toe shoes provide to the forefoot! Unfortunately, they don't, and standing in them for more than a few seconds is utterly impossible. Walking in them is totally unthinkable, which makes them ideal additions to any costume whose goal is my immobilization. Luckily, he has seen fit to leave me seated or nearly so.

My legs are tied tightly together at the ankle and knee, which presses my inner thighs together around the crotch strap of my chastity belt. This he has equipped with my two largest vibrators, which are off for the moment (or I doubt that I'd remain lucid long enough to finish my task here). The problem with this is that the rear one is significantly longer than my poor rear can accommodate, and thus it projects some three or four inches out beyond the crotch strap. This means that I am unable to sit normally, I can only rest one cheek on the chair, allowing the protruding vibrator and my other cheek to hang free in the air which means that I have to support roughly half my weight on my poor toes (which are screaming for mercy at this) or my arms, which, as will be seen, are little enough help.

My hands are gloved two layers deep with a layer of my very tight rubber gloves beneath, and one of my kid leather gloves outside. This would make typing nearly impossible by itself, but he has also handcuffed my wrists, and padlocked the center of the chain linking the cuffs to the handle on the center desk drawer. But most viciously of all, he has added my armpit balls to this production. These are two small wooden balls, about an inch and a half in diameter, that are studded around the outside with brass brads with rounded heads protruding out perhaps a quarter inch. These are held firmly in the armpits on loops of chain that lock to the sides of my wide collar. They may not sound like much, but they provide quite a shock to the system when ones' concentration lapses and one allows the arms to sag lower than about a forty-five-degree angle to the torso. The pressure even from those rounded heads pressing into the skin under the leverage of the weight of the arms is most intense. I loathe the things, and this is undoubtedly the most difficult situation he has yet to come up with involving them! Any attempt to take the weight off my toes by using my arms almost always results in me nearly losing my very precarious balance, and the resulting struggle invariably has me press down with one arm or the other which makes me try and cry out with the pain. My scold's bridle with its large ball gag very efficiently converts this cry into a sort of mewing sound, however, which I think gives him great pleasure in itself.

Thus, I have to stretch my hands against the cuffs at a most awkward angle to type at all, while holding my arms out at an angle to my body, and I have to slide the keyboard back and forth with the sides of my hands in order to reach keys at the extreme edges and I am told that I will not be released until my work here is perfect, from a grammatical and spelling point of view. Given that reaching the delete key requires three or four sidewards slides of the keyboard, I would estimate that I am averaging three or four words per minute.

The straps of the scold's bridle which go up on either side of my nose block about half of my vision, along with the fact that the collar forces my head back at some angle. And to top off the punishment, as I've typed, he has added some torment for my nipples in the form of dental elastics around the bases. These tiny rubber bands he applies to my erect nipples by rolling them up a thimble, he presses the thimble over my nipple, and rolls the rubber band off the base of the thimble onto my nipple with a most painful snap! After the initial sting, this is fairly tolerable at least for the first few minutes. After a short while, though, the tissues swell and become almost unbearably sensitive. He always passes a short loop of button thread through the elastic, so that when the time comes to remove it, he can tug it up from the swollen flesh otherwise, he'd never get it off I'm sure! This also seems to provide him a convenient place to secure small fishing weights, light chains, and the like. Every woman's nipples are extremely sensitive, and I can assure you that a tiny elastic, some thread, and a fishing weight provide punishment indeed.

He has just come back and turned on the vibrators

~~ Bottier Back to Page one

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