Smiffy's Adult Gravity Granny Old Lady Fancy Dress Costume Medium UK Dress 12-14

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I don’t suppose I shall be allowed to, but I think I could get used to them,” I replied hesitantly. However, she does not act like a dominatrix in the bedroom, confessing: "I'd be hopeless, continually asking, 'Oh dear, does that hurt? I'm so sorry'. Maybe I'm just too innocent. As I watched her it suddenly occurred to me that she also was wearing very tight corsets, and I asked, “Are you wearing corsets like mine?” She turned and smiled, her dark eyes flashing. “Yes, and I’ll let you into a secret. My husband wears corsets, too. You may not believe this right now, but you will soon be so used to wearing corsets that you will feel lost without them.” We sat and drank our tea and Mum said, “I wish that I had not stopped wearing corsets like those. When I was a Lady’s maid, my corsets were a part of my uniform and I had a lovely little waist.” As I took all of my clothes off I looked over the several other paper bags on the bed, and I wondered what they all contained. It was not very long before I found out!

now you can see more of chiffon that is ruched...with tiny pleats..and trimmed. There is a solid slip attached to the under layer...it's the outer top, that drives the peekaboo man crazy. My father clearly did not approve of my appearance and apart from calling me ‘Gloria’ which I hated, dinner was eaten in silence. I noticed that Mum had given me a smaller meal than usual and I soon realised why! Soon afterwards, my father began complaining about my dress and Mum started arguing with him.But I know men like the whole strappy thing of suspenders, so I'll wear them. In fact, thinking about it, I've actually worn them with nothing but a pair of shoes in bed before." I admitted that I had worn them at night, and she immediately smiled, and then laughed. “Then go to your room and put them on now,” she said, thrusting the lovely corsets into my hands. I was scared and confused, but knew better than to argue with her. She followed close behind as I scurried off to my bedroom and laid the corsets out on the bed. She then watched as I slowly undressed myself. I felt rather silly as I fastened the busk at the front, but there was no way of avoiding her fascinated gaze. I could see that she was thinking deeply as with trembling fingers I tried to get the corsets to fit into position. Barefoot and fun...I get this way after I shoot, see prior pics where I have this beautiful skirt, paired with a white blouse...with deep lace. Take them out and unwrap the tissue, darling. I think you’ll find those are a better fit, and then we’ll see if wearing corsets is to your liking.”

As I did not attend a mixed school my experiences were sadly too few and far between. In fact, most of them were during out of school hours – on the farm where my same age friend lived. He had a sister two years older, who would sometimes bring two or three girls home after school to play around. At 28 I couldn't really imagine a 41-year-old woman having sex or being interested in lingerie, but alas I have arrived at 41 and don't feel that differently sexually than I did at 28. I went downstairs very, very carefully for fear of falling, and at each step my corsets reminded me of their powerful presence. There was the most wonderful hugging sensation that seemed to be enhanced by each step I took on my unaccustomed high heels. I followed Mum slowly into the kitchen, filled the kettle and switched it on. “Don’t forget to warm the pot,” said mum, looking me up and down with great interest.I've never understood that whole dripping chocolate on someone. I can see how if you're with someone you're not particularly interested in, then using food as a prop might help. But food with sex just doesn't do it for me." I lifted the lid and lying inside the box I saw a brand new pair of corsets wrapped in tissue paper. I saw the name “Court Royal” on the end of the box, and my mouth fell open. I was trembling, partly with excitement and partly with fear and trepidation. Mrs A nudged my leg to gain my attention and said, “Well Georgie, how do you like wearing corsets?”

My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits. Soon Mrs A put down her cup and said, “I really must dash, Ted will be home soon, and we are going out this evening. See you both tomorrow.” We said good bye and she was gone. On Sundays mornings, when I had my cup of tea and biscuits sat in bed between my grandparents, I enjoyed watching Granny carefully getting dressed, and watched, intrigued, as she drew in the laces of her corsets. I wore my corsets at night under my pyjamas and all went very well for a week or two. It was a Thursday afternoon when I got home from school that I found my mother waiting for me with my corsets in her hand. “Where did you get these from?” was her greeting. My Mum interjected, “But you might be wearing corsets more than you think! And certainly you can stay in them until you go school tomorrow morning.”This is a bra inside a cami, lingerie that is wonderful. I don't wear it alone but under a low cut or a vee cut top. Where my cleavage and breasts show...there are rhinestones and it's stretchy too.

She was clearly very distressed so I rushed over and helped her to her feet. I said, “Let’s get out of here”, and sure enough we were soon heading out in the darkness towards the lane, at the end of which she lived. I slipped my arm around her shoulder and she immediately responded by throwing her arm tightly round my waist, suggesting she fancied me. When I was twelve, my parents moved to a new house. It was out of town on a nice new estate, but that meant that I had to ride my bicycle to school and leave it in the old garden shed at Granny’s house. From there it was less than two minutes walk to school. My mother wore much less severe corsets, although they were still very firm and long. Both ladies always wore either pink or tearose coloured corsets and brassieres and I loved to look at them whenever I could.I was handed a cup of tea and we all went into the dining room. The women sat down and looked at me as I stood uneasily by the chair. I knew that my corsets were going to make sitting down very difficult because of my experience of wearing them in bed, and I was well aware that the bones would dig into the tops of my legs. Now, Georgie, do hurry up. Mrs A will be here any moment so let’s go down and start making some tea”. They are not much of a fit are they?” she murmured. “I should think they are about four sizes too big for you, but you shall keep them on anyway. Now get dressed and come down when you are tidy.” It looks very curvy, but I can hardly breathe.” I gasped. By now my erection was constant, but Mum still said nothing about it.