The Bottier Compilation
The_Horseman
Ol Sarge, otherwise known as an1...@anon.penet.fi, was gracious enough to
repost all the Bottier posts. However, for those of you who may have missed
some, I have taken the liberty of compiling them into one large file. For a
number of reasons I have taken the liberty of deleting the header lines in most
cases, most of all to save disk space. Some of them have somewhat intact
headers, but others don't. The text is quite untouched and unedited.
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.01 (Repost)
Date: Thu, 4 Nov 1993 20:37:58 UTC
Message-ID:<204344Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: REPOST: A note from Bottier (#1)
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A note from Bottier
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 costume 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 drawerful 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
hang 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 shoulderblades- 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 manuipulating 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.
-Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.02 (Repost)
Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 01:39:16 UTC
Message-ID:<014407Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: REPOST: A note from the Bottiers (#2)
Another note from Bottier (#2)
The response to the "Costume" article has been most gratifying. We had
fun reading through them, and have finally made some time to reply to
some of the questions that were asked, and to describe how this
particular scene came out.
She made it about halfway down the hall before she overloaded enough
that she couldn't keep going. When she does finally get into
continuous orgasm, she can't make her legs hold her up anymore with
the heels and the hobble skirt- so I picked her up and carried her
back to bed. She tried for about 5 minutes to deal with the key to the
first lock, but couldn't (or wouldn't) cope with it, so she just
rolled onto her back with her whole body in spasms.
One poster asked about making the chastity belt the very last layer to
come off. We've tried that, but I usually don't do that anymore- and
here's why: Here I was, faced with a very bound, very helpless, and
very hot lover. If you were me, what would you do? In this case, all I
had to do was to peel off her skirt and unlock the chastity belt
(leaving the butt plug in place, of course)- and she was wonderfully,
willingly, and helplessly mine for the duration, without my having to
undo any of the other decorations that we both love so much. In this
way, we could enjoy one another, without my having to completely free
her. And she could either free herself later, or ask me in her own way
to free her after we were both sated.
She usually doesn't manage to get herself free of this predicament
until after we exhaust ourselves, especially in cases where we let a
reasonable amount of buildup time go by (which was certainly the case
as she sat squirming while I typed). If we don't allow much buildup,
she will almost always get to the point of undoing her corset,
although often the amount of effort required to get herself out of the
skirt can sometimes push her over. She usually stops here, though,
becuase she enjoys the pressure of the corset too much to take it off
at that point. A couple of times she has gone ahead and escaped
completely, just so that she could prove to herself that she could-
and it took about and hour and a half. The really hard part is the
first key, and (as one poster pointed out) the key to her ankle chain,
which is usually on the nipple clamp chain. She's a dancer, and is
very flexible, but it is still a difficult thing for her to stretch her
arms around to the front (with her wrists locked together) and gently
remove the clamps. The gloves help make this harder, as well.
Of course, there are an incredible number of variations on this basic
theme that can be used. One that we enjoy occasionally involves me
peeling off her skirt and the chastity belt, and then looping a rope
around her tiny waist two or three turns. I then bend her legs at the
knee, and tie the loose ends of the rope to her ankle chain, pulling
out all the slack possible. This pulls her ankles right up to her rear
very tightly, sort of a hogtie that doesn't put stress on her wrists
(which are still fastened up to her collar). The neat part of this is
that the loops of rope around her waist act as a crude pulley, so by
pulling with her legs she can increase the pressure on her waist even
more! The real reward for me, and frustration for her, comes when I
roll her up on top of me, face to face. The slack between her ankles
allows her to spread her legs just far enough for me to enter her from
below- but the stiff corset and added tension from the rope will
barely let her move her hips, and if I hold her up under the shoulders
then all her weight forces her down onto me. This is incredibly
intense for both of us, as she struggles to move enough to release
herself, and in so doing grinds me deeply into her.
Someone asked about our corsets, especially the knee-length one. That
one is truly amazing, but it really doesn't see much use anymore,
except when she specifically asks for it. It is black satin, very
heavily boned the entire length (especially through the waist and
hips), and measures 21" at the waist when fully closed. The front busk
is 15" long, and it extends exactly down to her pubic bone. When it is
laced fully closed, it makes it amost entirely impossible for her to
bend either her waist or hips, and compresses her entire torso pretty
intensely. When she's in it, she can only barely keep her balance, and
she can't reach her feet no matter how hard she tries, so we always
add her 6 inch heels to the costume. She can't walk at all when done
up this way. I usually put in one or both of her vibrators before
lacing her in, but getting her into and out of this beast is such a
production that she's usually exhausted before I get much of a chance.
About all she can do is lean up against something- so this is usually
a good outfit to play with some gentle suspension games with.
The knee-length one was custom made for us a few years ago by a
company in the UK which has now closed down. Currently, it is possible
to order custom work from three companies that I know of: La Guepiere,
which is in the UK and consists of one tiny fragile lady in her 70s
who retired a number of years ago from that same late company, True
Grace, also in the UK, and one here in the States, BR Creations in
Moutain View, Ca. The UK companies are slow and expensive, but do
magnificent work. BR Creations is quicker and less expensive, and
expect to pay around $150 for a reasonable short corset in satin,
significantly more in leather. There are also some of the US mailorder
companies that offer stock corsets (Renee Fashion Company, Monique of
Hollywod), made I think by Vollers in the UK, but with those you run
the risk of a poor fit. They will only cost you around $100.
Tightlacing is an art in itself, though- don't rush into it with a
lover, expecting to be able to pull them in 6 inches the first time.
Posession of a tiny waist must be worked up to, and having a perfectly
fitted garment is of paramount importance. If anybody is interested in
body modification of this type, I could go off on that tangent another
time.
Another poster asks whether we bought or made most of our toys. We
bought almost all the clothing, and made almost all the leather cuffs
and other bits. The rubber stockings and hobble skirt are straight
from the Sealwear catalogue a few years back, and I'm sure that
someone in the US still imports this line- I`ve seen some good
examples in the Dream Dresser catalogue. Lately, we buy most of our
latex from a little shop here locally, though. Our gloves we bought
from a custom maker in California, Hammer of Hollywood. They fit,
which is much more than can be said of the cheap merchandise sold
mailorder nowadays. I could post some of the construction details for
the cuffs and other things if there is enough interest (and, of
course, time permitting).
Finally, we'll leave you with a story from last Saturday night. She
expressed a desire to go out for dinner, contrary to plans we had made
to stay in and play. This usually indicates that she wants to try
something different, so we reached something of a compromise- we would
play while going out! This is usually quite a treat for us both,
because she enjoys the frustration of her building excitement and
inability to help herself, and my response follows hers quite closely.
So we dressed her similarly to the way I described before, but without
the gag or collar, and with the corset and chastity belt on the
bottom, as the other poster had suggested.
We laced her into the 20" black calf corset, and then put her into her
rubber corselet. This has molded-in cups and functions quite nicely as
a bra, and extends down just to the bottom of her corset with
suspender grips for her stockings. I then locked on her chastity belt,
with only the butt plug vibrator humming merrily away. The key went
under one glove, which was locked on, followed by the other glove,
followed by the stockings and locking shoes. The last key went onto
the mantelpiece. I then left her to choose street clothes that could
be worn over all these, concealing them well enough for us to go out
in public!
She came out in one of the pantsuits that she wears to work- quite
formal in appearance, but even more so with it belted in to fit her
tiny waist and very erect carriage. She usually wears at least 4 inch
heels to work, so the pants were long enough to cover most of the 6
inchers when pulled down to her corseted waistline- but not long
enough to prevent a peek of the rubber stocking on her insteps as she
walked. And the jacket nicely covered the cuffs and padlocks on her
wrists, the small bulge of the chastity belt padlock in the small of
her back, and the rather thin blouse that she wore to cover the
corselet. Thus, to the casual observer, she appeared to be quite
normally dressed, except for her gloved hands, tiny waist, and just
the hint of a higher-than-usual heel and blacker-than-black stocking.
We went out to one of our favorite restaurants near here, chosen to
minimize the transit time (since the vibrator was still hard at work).
She actually did quite well with all the walking, hanging there on my
arm balanced so precariously. We sat at one of the tables out in the
middle of the room, with her leaning just slightly forward because of
the corset, and wobbling a bit side-to-side because of the plug. Then
we started to notice the sidelong glances that she was getting from
some of the tables- a number of people were paying a bit of interest
to her outfit, especially her feet. Tight-laced as she was, she
couldn't discreetly twist around to see what the problem was, but I
could- when she sat down, her pants legs had ridden up her legs,
revealing the full glory of 6 inch heel, padlocked ankle strap, and
rubber stocking to the room!
When I told her, she was at once mortified with embarassment, and
overcome by the message being sent up by the vibrator- but, being in
public, she had to try and exert some control over her response. After
all, the key was at home on the mantelpiece! I then got to enjoy the
beautiful sight of her, flushed, breathing as deeply as possible
within her corset, trying her utmost to stop the stream of orgasms.
Needless to say, we paid the check and left after the appetizer, and I
had to carry her to the car once we got out of the main room.
A most pleasant, though very short, dinner.
-Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.03 (Repost)
Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 08:13:13 UTC
Message-ID:<082302Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: REPOST: A note from the Bottiers (#3)
Another note from Bottier (#3)
Last week I finally managed to finish a project that I'd been working
on for some time. As readers of this group (at least, the ones who
haven't KILLed all anonymous postings) know, my wife and I are very
partial to corsetry and extremely controlling garments of that sort,
as well as more mainstream bondage play. As the last year or so has
gone by, she has begun spending more time tightlaced- to the point
that she now even goes to work corseted once or twice a week, allowing
her to stay laced for 36-48 hours at a stretch. She enjoys the
pressure and restricted movement that corsetry induces, and finds that
these sensations lead to a tremendous enhancement of her stimulation
during our lovemaking. Needless to say, this enhancement combined with
the intensity added by bondage play is a source of great pleasure to
both of us.
She has been talking about trying to find ways to include more of her
body in the compressed state induced by her corset and rubber
hobbleskirts. In particular, she wanted to find a way to compress her
breasts, upper torso, and arms, since all of her current corsets end
just below her breasts. So, she has started a project to lengthen her
knee-length corset upwards to essentially turtle-neck height
(although, obviously, no compression of the neck itself will be
allowed- just stiff boning), and delegated the task of handling her
arms to me.
Inspired by this request, I did a bit of research and set to work. I
decided to make a leather armbinder, along the lines of the single
gloves so beloved by the Harmony photographers, but incorporating some
corsetlike elements. This allows the compression my wife craves so, as
well as keeping her arms most securely bound behind her back. I
obtained a skin (black, of course) from a local leathercraft outlet,
and scrapped one of her most worn out corsets for hardware. The glove
is essentially a heavily boned conical section 12" long tapered to fit
her forearms if they are securely pressed together, split down one
side to allow the busk to fasten the opening, and split down the other
side to allow the lacing to tighten it up. At the bottom is a larger,
rounded "bag" section, intended to contain both her hands, and at the
top is a more flared conical section about 4" high that covers her
upper arms. At the extreme top of this are fastened two straps which
pass forward under her armpits, up across her chest crossing above her
breasts, and then down over her shoulders to the glove again, allowing
it to be secured in place. Additionally, there are two 1" straps
around the outside of the glove- one right at the wrists, and one at
the elbows.
It took about a month of careful cutting and sewing to prepare it for
its first test run. I laced her up into her black calf corset, and put
her into her vibrator chastity belt, rubber stockings, 6" heeled pumps
with locking anklestraps, and rubber hobbleskirt for the occasion (as
described before- if it seems that this is our favorite costume, I'd
hardly disagree). I walked around behind her as she stood in the
bedroom to put her arms in the glove, and found that I had to tie her
elbows together temporarily in order to get the corset busk that
fastens the glove to close. I then removed the rope holding her
elbows, and laced the glove tightly, which pressed her forearms
completely together from wrists to elbows. This took a few minutes,
to allow her shoulders to relax enough for her arms to assume this
position. I then fastened the straps at the wrists and elbows, and
the straps around her chest and shoulders, and she found herself
completely unable to move anything but her fingers, which were hidden
away in the leather bag at the bottom. This left her entirely encased
in black rubber and leather except for her breasts, upper chest, and
face, and the pressure from the glove on her arms and shoulders made
her breasts stand out most invitingly. A few minutes of scarcely-
visible struggle led her to pronounce the glove totally unescapable.
We took a break, and I played with her nipples for a few moments, and
listened as she described the sensations she was feeling. She then
asked me to bind her further, to increase her helplessness. When I asked
her how much, she simply said, "As much as you can".
I walked her into our walk-in closet, and cleared a large space under
one of the clothes bars. I put on her scold's bridle, seting the
rubber ball well back in her mouth. I then walked her under the bar,
and tied her ankles together. With her ankles tied, and her arms made
completely immobile in the glove, the 6" heels made her instantly
unstable, so I had to support her somehow. This I did by tying a rope
to the wrist strap on the glove, and using it to pull her wrists up
behind her. This forced her to lean forward at the hips (since the
corset makes her waist essentially rigid). I pulled her arms up to
about 30 degrees above the horizontal, and this made her back bend
down roughly horizontal.
It seems that his made her even more unstable, so I tied a rope from
the ring at the top of her scold's bridle (right at the center of her
head) to the bar, pulling it up so that her head was pulled back up
about 20 degrees or so. I then fastened her wide leather collar on,
just for good measure.
She was showing some real signs of arousal by now, and I feared that
she would lose her balance and injure herself (when she comes, she tends
to lose control of her legs, and bound this way she would probably
injure her shoulders badly). So I tied a heavy rope sling around her
tiny waist and up to the clothes bar, to support her full weight if she
were to lose balance.
She immediately bent her knees and pulled her bound ankles up under
her rear, putting her full weight on the waist rope! I watched her
struggle to keep her feet up, and then realized what she was telling me-
so I tied one more rope from her ankles up to the bar, holding them up
right against her rear wirth her hips flexed 90 degrees.
In this position, she was completely in suspension, utterly unable to
escape or move more than her knees. Still, she could regulate the
amount of pressure on her waist, arms, and head by pulling against the
rope with her ankles and flexing her back (at least as much as the
corset and added rope pressure would allow). This she did with great
vigor, until she had exhausted (and satisfied) herself- and it became
my turn.
Over the weekend, in several sessions, she accumulated quite a bit of
waht we've come to call "air time"- and she didn't take off her
corset or heels until time to dress for work on Monday. Excellent fun.
It is sad that there are people who have decided to kill all anonymous
postings, on the pretext that "real bondage people who desrve to be
heard" will step up and post their real names with no fear. We are real
people, thank you, and I think that we should be heard as well- but
as the experiences of D! show, there is much to be said for allowing
some preservation of privacy. I'm not particularly worried about
my employers seeing my preferences published here, but my employees
and customers might be taken a bit aback!
I would like to see more real experiences posted. And, should the
anonymous posting service be shouted down, I'll quite happily allow my
wife and I to be shouted down also, and disappear from the net as
quietly as I appeared, along with D! and many other of the "real
people". More's the pity- we derive a great deal of pleasure from
seeing our intimate and special pleasures broadcast- anonymously
though it may be.
Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.04 (Repost)
Date: Fri, 5 Nov 1993 23:08:39 UTC
Message-ID:<231302Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: Re: REPOST: A note from the Bottiers (#4)
Another note from Bottier (#4)
I have gone on at length in the past about the exploits of my wife and
I, and the two of us have decided that the time has come for her side
of the story to be told. So, without further ado, I'll step aside and
let her become notorious in her own way.
The question comes up from time to time as to how I originally got
interested in tight-lacing, since it is hardly a mainstream enjoyment.
It might surprise you to know that I was very interested in it even
before I met my husband, although he has certainly expanded my
horizons significantly!
I remember quite vividly an incident when I was about six years old,
while playing with my older brother and some of his friends. They
decided that the game should involve tying me to a pole, and to
accomplish this they wrapped a length of rope around my waist while I
stood with my back against the pole, pulling quite tightly on the
ends. This compressed my waist so much that breathing itself became
difficult, and I was left this way for quite some time. My initial
fear gave way to a curious warm sensation emanating from my waist and
hips, and when my mother's exhortations finally convinced them to
release me I was reluctant to be let go! My mother warned my brother
to never play those sorts of games again, so naturally they became
preciously illicit and I looked forward to them all the more. I asked
them to tie me again on several occasions after that, and always
insisted that they make it as tight as possible around the waist. This
pleasant period went on for several years, until it was time for my
brother to go off to school.
When my own body began to develop seriously, I always wore as tight a
belt as I could manage. I ws also very impressed with my mothers' high
heels, having grown up during a period where spike heeled pumps were a
requirement for women even in the kitchen. I campaigned for them
continually, and was finally allowed to have a pair of two-and-a-half
inch pumps when I was fourteen. Once I began buying my own clothes, I
was never without them.
I eventually accumulated what must have been quite an unusual
collection of longline bras, girdles, all-in-ones, and other gently
waist-and-torso-constricting garments. Certainly my mother admonished
me that a fit teenaged girl did not need to wear these creations of
elastic and wire, and with such a tight belt! She refused to have any
part in it, and so I began doing my own laundry in the bath and drying
the garments in the attic. I enjoyed the snugness, though, and
continued to wear them for a time. However, as fashions changed, the
pressures asserted by my peers led to me abandoning my tiny waist and
tiptoe posture as being "old-fashioned" and silly, except for those
private times we each of us keep to ourselves, special dress
occasions, and those few times that my compressed state could be
concealed to my satisfaction under bulky outer clothing. Looking back
now, I realize that this censure simply made the wearing of these
things and the sensations thus created all the more special.
However, my Junior year in high school, I discovered one of the great
joys of sexually repressed people everywhere- the theatre! Our
production was a period piece, and our director was quite a stickler
for authenticity- down to the level of presenting each of his
actresses with a properly made back-lacing corset, in order that we
might present the proper carriage and proportions. Initially, I was
very apprehensive- up until the first time he laced me into mine,
after which I was quite taken with it! It extended from immediately
below the bust to the pubic bone in front, thirteen or so inches long,
and was quite heavily boned. I wore it nearly continuously during the
production, under the guise of "character identification". By the time
the show finished its run and I had to return it, I'd nearly worn it
out- and my body had adapted to it to the point that even when laced
closed to its twenty-three inch minimum, it fit quite loosely.
I didn't want to return it! After much discussion, I talked the
director (who in retrospect must have been a kindred spirit) into
allowing me to keep one of the smaller corsets, a twenty-one-inch that
had been scarcely worn by a thinner classmate who considered it to be
the highest form of torture. I wore it from time to time in private,
although as most tight-lacers know, it is almost impossible to do a
decent job lacing oneself in. Even so, the pressures it created on my
waist and lower abdomen kept me in a continual state of excitement
that I found to be almost unbearably pleasurable. Unfortunately it was
not possible to find a partner to manipulate the laces until it was
laced closed. And I was not about to turn loose a highschool friend
with the knowledge of how much I liked to be laced up, my reputation
having already suffered quite enough with the scenes in the girls' gym
locker room over my longlines and girdles. I merely satisfied myself
with an occasional wearing in the private of my own room, and
relegated my collection of foundations to the bottom of a trunk. My
highschool career then ran its course in an unremarkable,
uncompressed, and thoroughly unsatisfying way.
What a revelation the college life was! It was some time after I
arrived at school that I realized that I was finally freed of all my
old baggage- no one there knew me in high school, nor did they
particularly care what it was that I wore as my most intimate layer.
My roommate, to whom I am eternally grateful, one day stumbled across
the small collection of foundations that I'd allowed myself to bring
with me. To my intense horror, she walked over to the drawer in whose
bottom they were concealed, and pulled out the smallest girdle and one
of my longlines. As fate would have it, she had noticed a flash of
white elastic at my waist one day as I dressed, and curiosity had led
her to investigate further. Rather than belittling me for my
"old-fashioned" leanings, she admitted that she had always been
curious about how one felt when wearing such things, and asked if I
would mind if she borrowed them! We became close friends, as roommates
often do, and as we were nearly the same size, we soon were exchanging
garments. I introduced her to the pleasures of wearing multiple
layers of girdles, longlines, and waist-nippers (at this time, I often
wore them 3 or 4 layers deep, just to increase the pressure). She
seemed to enjoy these things, after an initial period of awkwardness,
and we became good shopping partners- eventually building up a
collection that truly put my old one to shame.
She also reintroduced me to the wearing of high heels, which were
enjoying something of a resurgence in popularity at that time. We must
have made quite a pair while out shopping together- layers deep in
spandex, and "oohing" and "ahhing" over things that only women old enough
to be our mothers were likely to wear.
And one fateful day, after a vacation, I brought back my old
backlacing corset from its oblivion at the bottom of my trunk at home.
This impressed her tremendously, and we spent an evening alternately
lacing each other in, trying out various combinations of underlayers,
outerlayers, and heels, and admiring our handiwork in the mirror as we
went along! She did an excellent job of lacing me in until the corset
was nearly closed, and stood grasping the top of the bunkbeds as I
laced her in in turn. She walked unsteadily around the room, her hands
at her tiny, rigidly boned waist, with little exclamations of how
funny it made her feel through the hips! Not long after that, she
managed to find somewhere a corset-girdle that extended from 3 inches
above the waist to roughly mid-thigh, with a short front busk and
lacing the length of the back. This was a diabolical little device
that made sitting down nearly impossible, and the rigid fabric forced
the wearer to keep the thighs pressed tightly together in a way that
multiple elastic layers couldn't begin to rival.
Needless to say, I instantly seized upon the idea of combining my long
corset with her corset-girdle, allowing compression from just under
the bust to mid-thigh. She insisted that she be the one to try it
first, though, and so the experiment was joined- I laced her as firmly
as I could into the bottom half, getting it nearly closed over her
hips although the waist was a bit slack. I then laced down the long
corset over the top, closing down the waist until I feared the laces
breaking. She stood panting slightly, and then tried to take a few
small steps around the room, but quickly declared the combination to
be too rigid to allow any balance at all. She attempted then to sit
down, but found that her hips were too tightly compressed to allow it!
This proved too much for her, so we reversed the roles.
She soon had me laced in if anything tighter than I had had her, and
the pressures were exquisite. I then asked her to go to the closet and
get out my best heels, which were four inches or so tall, and slip
them on for me (as I found myself entirely unable to bend down to
touch my feet when laced so tightly). As I walked around the room, the
feeling of warm congestion inside began to grow, and the effort of
walking on these heels with my thighs so tightly pressed together and
balancing with my rigid hips and waist proved to be quite unbearably
pleasurable. I managed to hobble to the bunk before collapsing in
sweet bliss as my body followed its own course under the onslaught of
sensation. I quite embarassed myself, in short, and my first discovery
of the joys of orgasm were forever, inextricably linked to those intense
sensations.
Not long after that, we were out shopping with me laced down less
tightly so that I had any chance of getting anywhere. I had on a
summery dress, belted in to show off my tiny waist (how far I had
come, to make public what had become quite a private thing), and
three-inch or so high heels. We were poring over the racks in a
favorite store, with my roommate handing me those items that I could
not bend to examine, when I became distantly aware that a hand was
resting upon my armored waist. I turned delicately, as that is the
only way that I could move while so contained, and rested my eyes on a
tall, handsome man perhaps a handful of years my senior. He said "You
are undoubtedly the most beautiful creature that I have ever laid eyes
upon! Please pardon my presumption in touching you, but I simply had
to know if you were in fact tightlacing. You carry yourself with
remarkable poise!" A brief moment's utter panic subsided, to be
replaced with a nearly undeniable desire to run immediately back to
our room and hide (that surely would have met with instant disaster,
hobbled as I was), and then a curiosity as to just what type of man
this was- to be so familiar with my innermost secret at first meeting!
This same man would later present me with my first truly custom made
corset, my first pair of truly high heels, my first pair of rubber
stockings, my first truly loving bondage scene, my first real sexual
encounter, and my first and only marriage (roughly in that order).
After all these years I have come to enjoy the thrill of tight
corsets, the difficulties induced by extremely high heels and tight
skirts, and the struggles of inescapable bondages for their own sweet
sake. I myself submit only because I _enjoy_it_ and delight in
pleasing my husband, who derives such intense pleasure from rendering
me helpless in so many creative ways. He is very adept in the ways of
bondage and tight-lacing, and indeed it is a thrill when I feel the
long, unyielding grip of the corset becoming tighter and tighter under
his strong pull. I love to feel the ache that the corset, skirt and
heels induce, and on my highest heels my body is utterly perched on
tip-toe, with instep, shin, and thigh in one straight line. And if he
sees fit to bind me, then that merely acts as an intensifier, and my
own struggles serve to drive me further into bliss. Truly, I wouldn't
have it any other way!
-Mrs. Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.05 (Repost)
Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1993 02:18:40 UTC
Message-ID:<022314Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: REPOST: A note from the Bottiers (#5)
Another note from Bottier (#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 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 anklestraps. These prevent
me from straightening out my foot at all- 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 accomodate, 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 come up with involving them! Any attempt to take 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 rubberbands he applies to
my erect nipples by rolling them up a thimble- he presses the thimble
over my nipple, and rolls the rubberband 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 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 vibrateors
-Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.06 (Repost)
Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1993 08:08:59 UTC
Message-ID:<081312Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: From Bottier- the original Costume article, repost
Note from Bottier (#6)
>From: Anon...@n7kbt.WA.COM (Anonymous Posting Service)
>Date: 11 Jan 90 00:49:54 GMT
The current very healthy outbreak of questions is an encouraging thing
indeed! I applaud those who have chosen to come forward, and
ask these things. It is good to see open, educational discussion of our
pleasures here.
One person wrote in private email:
While I've got you on the line, as it were, can you tell me
what a scold's bridle is? (Perhaps you can post; there may be
other inquiring minds that want to know.)
It's easy to forget at times that not everyone knows or understands
the vocabulary. A scold's bridle is a combination ball gag and head
harness. The ball gag is secured in the mouth via a wide leather strap
which buckles in back, like most all gags. However, at the corners of
the mouth are riveted two straps that pass upwards and join at the
bridge of the nose. From there, a wide strap continues up over the top
of the head and down the back, to be fastened to the center back of
the gag strap. The final part is then a smaller strap that fastens at
each corner of the mouth, slightly further back towards the rear than
the upper straps, which buckles together under the chin.
Thus, the gag is buckled into place, and the strap over the top of the
head is pulled tight. When the strap under the chin is tightened, it
has the effect of holding the jaw closed on the ball as tightly as the
person applying it pleases. The one that I have made for us is set up
such that all buckles can be locked with our collection of small
padlocks, as well. The final addition on ours is a d-ring at the very
center top, which can be used to apply upward tension to the wearers'
head. We find that useful in suspension situations in which the bottom
is balanced precariously- gentle support can be provided to the head,
while more firm support is applied elsewhere.
It is very important to be extremely careful when playing with gags,
but one must be extraordinarily so in suspension scenes! The goal in
suspending by the scolds' bridle is to make the bottom _feel_ as if
they are suspended by the head, but provide real support to structures
that are more amenable to real pressures (such as waists, arms,
shoulders, and the like) in the case that the bottom really loses
control. As we've described here, we enjoy predicaments wherein my
wife is bound at the knees and ankles while standing on extremely high
heels (among many other things!), and slowly stimulated to the point
of competely losing control of her body. This is extremely pleasurable
for her, but without proper support she would most assuredly injure
herself very badly, as the human body is not designed to hang from a
ball gag. As the top, I am fully responsible to keep this safe.
So, why not provide a thin rope from the top of the scold's bridle to
(for example) the clothes bar in a walk-in closet. This could then be
pulled just tight (to help her keep her balance), and thickness or two
of heavier rope intended to provide the _actual_ suspension would be
tied to the clothes bar behind her, passed through between her legs,
and tied to the bar in front of her with sufficient tension to apply
just a bit of force to her crotch. In this way, when she does finally
lose control of her legs and collapses, she applies all her weight to
the crotch rope instead of the bridle- and the crotch rope can safely
support all her weight, as well as providing an extra dose of stimulus
just when it will do the most good! The scold's bridle merely keeps
her upright, and provides a pleasant level of tension to her head- and
all the knots are well out of reach of her bound hands.
There are a few other leather bits that have proven invaluable in our
play. Certainly, no toy box would be complete without a variety of
lockable cuffs intended to fit wrists, ankles, forearms, and other
features. These are easily made from 2" wide belt-blank leather- 10"
long for wrists, 14" for ankles, longer for other areas. Rivet a 1"
D-ring at one end (perpendicular to the long dimension of the strip),
and cut a series of 1" slots (also perpendicular to the long
dimension) from the other end approximately 3/4" apart. To use, wrap
the cuff around the wrist or ankle from the ring end, and slip the
d-ring through the nearest slot. Lock in place, and viola'! A 1"x1/8"
oval leather slot punch costs about $10, and is a very useful tool for
any enthusiast. And the cuffs can be lined with whatever attracts
you. A good set of 8-10 cuffs should cost no more than $25 in parts,
tools, and materials.
The "slot and D-ring" technique is a quick and easy way to make just
about anything lockable, but it does not provide the real tension that
a roller buckle strap provides. To make toys that use those, one must
either spend more time cutting and punching, or be willing to frequent
the local pet store and adapt the wonderful (and inexpensive) leather
goods found there. And buckles of this type are easily locked- simply
widen the tongue holes enough to admit the hasp of a small padlock,
and install it in the next hole upstream of the fastened buckle! One
of the most delightful experiences in the world is the discovery that
the shiny bauble gracing the anklestrap securing a high-heeled shoe on
an attractive foot is in fact a tiny padlock! But I digress.
The other indispensable item in our armory is the chastity belt. This
is a straight leather belt at the waist, 2" wide, and equipped with a
roller buckle at each side in the front. There is a triangular section
6" wide at the base, which tapers to a 2" roller buckle just above the
pubic bone in front. There is also a roller buckle in the center back,
allowing a variety of saddle-strap sections to be fastened through the
crotch area, with any level of tension desired. We have a number of
these, ranging from plain leather to a variety of attached plugs and
vibrators, and in widths from very narrow to about 2 1/2" wide. 4
small padlocks then guarantee that whatever torment is applied stays
applied! Given my wife's love of corsetry, our belt needs to be
adjustable to fit waists from about 26" down to 18" or so. When she
is tight-laced, she likes this to be applied and pulled as tightly as
possible over her corset, and then the saddle strap be cinched down as
well. This sees a great deal of use, and the fact that the saddle
straps are easily replaced as they wear out is certainly a benefit! I
have also riveted D-rings to the waist belt at the center front,
center back, and sides, which are useful for suspension scenes as
well.
We have a variety of other toys as well, many of which we've described
in use. I have gone on overlong for now, though. I'll close, and
perhaps post more later. She has been out of town for a few days, and is
due back this weekend- which presents a perfect opportunity to try out
some variations on the basic closet scene above....
We wish the very best to you all.
-Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.07 (Repost)
Date: Sat, 6 Nov 1993 16:02:49 UTC
Message-ID:<160322Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#7)
- 7 -
There has been a great deal of healthy discussion of bondage
techniques, positions, and the like here recently. Several posters
have asked about positions for bondage games. My wife and I employ a
variety of different positions, depending largely upon what stimulus
she desires, and whether we want to actually have intercourse as part
of the scene or whether it is intended to stand by itself.
This is one scene that we recently discovered. As I arrived home from
work, I was greeted by the always-welcome sight of her work clothes
draped over the back of the couch, which is a sure sign that she has
come home and changed into something less comfortable. I walked back
to the bedroom, and found her seated on the edge of the bed dressed in
her latex stockings, her ballet heeled shoes and shoehorns, her black
leather corset, and her long black latex gloves. The toy box was out,
so I asked her what was her pleasure for the evening. She asked me to
finish lacing her in, and as she lay down on her front so that I could
finish that task (as she still finds it impossible to stand for any
length of time on those heels), we talked about what we should create.
She was feeling a bit frisky, and coquetteishly challenged me to find
some way to bind her face down that prevented her rolling over,
without actually securing her to the bed.
I accepted the challenge, and hastened to the task at hand. I added
her scold's bridle, her wide collar, and her chastity belt with the
wide saddle strap and the rear plug to the costume. Soon, she was
seated on the edge of the bed, feet on tiptoe, and hands bound behind
her with some of our leather cuffs. I moved her back onto the bed a
few feet, and after putting a set of cuffs on her ankles, pulled her
legs up into essentially the lotus position, with legs crossed over
one another in front.
The latex stockings made getting her legs into this position
interesting, as I hadn't powdered them very well. I then unfastened
her hands from each other, and pulled her right wrist across behind
her back to her left side and secured it to her right ankle with a
narrow leather strap. I bound her left wrist and ankle in the same
way, and then began a slow series of tightenings, pulling slack out of
the strap that secured each wrist to each ankle. Soon, she was
stretched quite tightly, with each heel pulled as close to her hipbone
as possible, and each wrist pulled tightly across her back and into
her corseted waist at the sides, with her elbows crossing at the
center back. One more small strap secured her elbows together.
She looked at me with her look that means "is that all"? I asked her
how she was doing, and she responded with our "I'm ok" sound and what
must have been quite a toss of the head, given her collar and the
mount of tension in her shoulders. The tension had pulled them back as
far as they would go, and the corset held her waist essentially rigid
as her arms pulled around behind her. This arched her back
significantly, which concentrated all her weight over the plug in her
bottom, as well as making her breasts stand out most appealingly. I
took this as an invitation to annoy her nipples a bit, and fastened
her chained pair of nipple clamps in place. At this, she began showing
signs of arousal! I then rolled her gently over face-down, with a
stack of several pillows underneath her chest, pressing her weight
down onto her knees and breasts. This forced her hips to extend
slightly, increasing the tension in her arms and the arch in her back,
and left her bottom pushed straight up in the air.
I then asked her how the process of rolling over was going. She
struggled a bit, attempted to roll around for a moment, and then began
rhythmically twisting her upper torso from side to side in an effort
to apply some more stimulus to her nipples. The stiff corset and the
tensions in her arms and legs kept her from moving very much at all,
though- her shoulders could perhaps move an inch each way. The stiff
collar kept her from being able to look around towards me, and I knelt
on the bed behind her, out of her view, and played with her for a
time. It was becoming clear that she was not receiving the level of
stimulus she desired, and the strenuous nature of the position made it
necessary to turn up the heat, so to speak, to allow her her
satisfaction, or release her before the position became intolerable.
I was then seized with an inspiration, and unfastened the saddle strap
of her chastity belt. I removed the plug from her rear, and replaced
it with one of her smaller vibrators. I lubricated it with a smear of
toothpaste, which causes an irresistable burning sensation, and always
makes her move her rear most attractively. I then looped a length of
hemp twine around the base of the vibrator where it protruded from her
bottom, and pulled it tight and tied it to the ring at the top of her
bridle. Thus, each movement she made with shoulders, head, or hips
tended to physically tug against the vibrator in her rear, and the
coarse twine rubbed against her skin all 'round as well. This twist
made her movements take on a much more frantic edge! I gave her a
moment to drink in the sensations, and then, kneeling behind her,
picked her up gently by her tightly-stretched hips and entered her
myself as well. And we enjoyed one another until we were both well
exhausted!
-Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.08 (Repost)
Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1993 00:12:59 UTC
Message-ID:<001325Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#8)
- 8 -
As we stated a few articles back, my wife has been working on a
modification to her knee-length corset to extend it upwards to
approximately turtleneck height, in an effort to expand the portion of
her body in the compressed state created by her corset to include her
breasts and upper torso. Several correspondents have written to ask
how this project is going.
The making of corsetry is a nontrivial undertaking indeed! The actual
cutting and initial assembly took only a few weeks- but the final
fitting process has been going on now for several months. She is doing
most of the work on a full-length dressmakers' dummy that we made for
the purpose. The making of the dummy itself was quite a project, and
gave us both a chance to fulfill a few fantasies that we had always
kept on the back burner. The article on mummification published here
last week recalled this all to mind, and I thought that it would be a
good time to post our experiences.
We needed an absolutely form-fit dummy in order for her to have any
chance at all of success in fitting the corset. The idea occurred to
me that the ideal way to achieve this goal was to make a cast of her
body, molding the plaster as closely as desired, and then filling the
cast with high-expansion foam after hardening and removal. She shared
my excitement at the thought of encasing her from chin to ankles in
plaster! We had experimented some with the making of casts for bondage
purposes, and I had in fact put both her arms in long casts once
before for a weekend's play, which we'll have to describe at some
point.
I laid in a supply of plaster bandages for the purpose. I bought three
cases of 6 inch slow-setting plaster bandage, each containing 12 rolls
5 yards long. I used Johnson and Johnson Specialist brand plaster, and
we used the slow setting type for a very good reason- as the plaster
sets, the heat of crystallization given off heats the plaster mass
very effectively. The faster the setting time, and the thicker the
cast, the more intense the heating effects, and the higher the peak
temperature reached. When I was casting her arms that time, she
complained that the first arm was too cold from the damp plaster-
followed in minutes by protestations that her skin was very near
burning as the setting process got underway, as I had naively used the
extra-fast plaster. If you intend to try this, be very aware of this
effect- as well as the fact that it takes quite a bit of time to get a
cast off if necessary.
We decided that she needed to be dressed as nearly as possible to her
intended configuration, so that her back, hips, and shoulders would be
held in the correct alignment as the plaster set. I had her put on one
of her older pairs of latex stockings, so the plaster would not adhere
to her lower legs, and we then laced her as tightly as possible into
her knee-length corset over a period of about an hour. I then had her
put on one pair of her six-inch heels, so that her hips and lower back
would be molded in in the correct slight forward lean that the heels
induce.
It would be necessary for her to remain completely motionless as the
plaster set, but that was certainly easily achieved for us! I led her
under one of the hooks set in the ceiling of our tile-floored
playroom, and put one of her scold's bridles on. We have one that has
a wooden dowel about 1 inch in diameter for the gag, instead of the
large rubber ball gag, which would stretch her chin down too far,
making it impossible to get an accurate cast of her neck. The ring
atop this I tied to the ceiling hook with a strap, and pulled up the
slack so that there was a bit of tension applied to her head, to keep
her straight as the heavy plaster was applied. I tied her hands out to
the sides so that her arms were pulled out at about a 45 degree angle,
so that I would have room to maneuver the plaster rolls, and as a
final touch I lightly taped her ankles together. She was already
beginning to show very real signs of arousal and anticipation, as she
stood there on her tall heels.
In order to allow the cast to be separated from her body without
damaging the corset from the effects of the wet plaster, I then
wrapped her from her knees to her chin with a very thin layer of Saran
wrap. I had previously cut a roll in half (the narrower width allowed
the plastic to conform to the contours of her body more easily). I
also pulled her hair up at the back of her head and covered it with
some wrap as well, to keep it from being incorporated into the
plaster. Be forewarned- the plaster will glue in any hairs underneath
it, and conform to the skin with great accuracy- such that when the
cast is removed, it will quite happily remove every hair in the area
as well! Thus prepared, we were ready for the actual application of
the plaster.
I dipped the first roll, and started applying the plaster in smooth
overlapping layers over her rigidly-laced waist and hips from just
under her bust, working downwards. I tried to keep it such that the
cast was between 3 and 5 layers thick in all locations, and massaged
the plaster as I wrapped it so that the individual layers would fuse
together properly. The plaster quickly built up to between an
eighth-inch and a quarter-inch thick layer. As I worked it down her
legs, I dimpled it in between so as to mold it to her lower legs. And
as I reached her feet, I was seized with the inspiration to continue
the cast down over her insteps, and under the arches of her feet,
leaving only the toes and heels of her shoes (now liberally spattered
with plaster drippings, along with most of the room) exposed. At this
point she was casted from bustline to toes, and her heels were gong to
stay on until the cast came off!
I then moved back up and began casting her breasts, shoulders, and
neck. This part was good fun, as I could play with her nipples
through the setting plaster, causing them to be molded in as fully
erect. I continued the wrap out to the points of her shoulders,
pushing them slightly back into a barely-arched position as we had
agreed. And up to her jawline in front, and the base of her skull in
the rear, such that the cast would support her head and hold it
rigidly when the tension on her bridle was released. I finally
completed the casting after about two hours total, and stood back to
admire my handiwork. There she stood, totally encased in plaster from
toes to jawline.
She was beginning to fuss a bit, since she had been standing there
essentially motionless on her heels for well over two hours. I warned
her that the cast would have no real strength for about another hour,
and that she had to remain motionless or it would be ruined. I then
had a seat behind her to rest a bit myself, as well as monitor her for
signs of real distress. She began making very real sounds of
excitement, and began opening and closing her hands on the thin air
that was all she could reach. After the requisite hour had passed, I
walked over to her and tapped on one rigid breast. She was sweating
profusely, partially from the heat of the setting plaster and
partially from her excited, frustrated state- which I did nothing to
help by pointing out that there was no way for either of us to touch
any of her most sensitive spots until the cast was off, at some
unknown time in the future.
I then unfastened her hands. She immediately began running them over
her plastered form, feeling the cool rigidity of her own breasts,
waist, and crotch. It was clear from the tiny movements of her neck
and shoulders that she was revelling in the total immobility of it,
hanging there balanced only by her bridle. I then undid the gag strap
on her bridle, totally freeing her head, and allowed her to topple
gently forward into my arms. I would estimate that the cast added
about forty pounds to her weight- it certainly added immeasurably to
the awkwardness involved in carrying her the short distance to lean
her in the corner of the room. She obviously had absolutely no balance
whatsoever, and no chance of controlling her body. She stood propped
in the corner on her heels, running her hands over herself, and
exclaiming about how totally, frustratingly erotic the situation was.
I then carried her to the couch in the room, and picked her up bodily
and lay her down on her back on it. By this point, she had been laced
down severely for about 4 hours, and had been standing on her heels
for much of that time, so I thought it wise to give her feet a break.
She tried for some time to roll herself over using only her arms, but
was unable to even budge herself. She just kept exclaiming over and
over how intense the sensations were of being almost totally
immobilized. I asked her if she would like to try even more
immobilization, and she immediately agreed- so I rolled her over onto
her front, regagged her, and (as I was out of plaster!) tied her hands
and elbows tightly together behind her, and to her rigid torso by
looping ropes around at the waist and the bust. At this point all she
could move was her fingers, and she strained one wrist around until
she could press her fingers against her plastered and compressed rear.
Her struggles were essentially invisible, and I could tell by the
sound of her breathing that she was finally getting enough stimulation
to release herself, so I sat back to enjoy her pleasures as best I
could.
She finally fell silent in exhausted bliss. I then had to gently point
out that it was time to remove the cast, and I ungagged her. She
argued that she wanted to remain in it overnight, and remove it in the
morning, but I felt that the risks were too great given her compressed
state. I stood her back up, and carried her back to the strap still
attached to the ceiling. As I was getting ready to reapply her bridle,
she asked for just a few minutes to be allowed to stand and attempt to
walk as much as she could. I supported her arms as she held onto my
shoulders, and in two minutes' struggle, she managed to take four or
five steps in her heels- each about a sixteenth of an inch long. She
finally abandoned the effort, and I refastened her bridle to the
ceiling and set about freeing her.
I had prepared a cast cutter by grinding down the lower blade of a
pair of aviation snips (essentially tin snips). With these, I was able
to slide the thinned lower blade under the plaster, and cut each side
from her ankles up to her armpits, and above her shoulders up to the
top of the cast. This was slow, hard work, as I had to take care not to
damage the cast, her corset, or (of course) her. And finally, after an
hour or two, she was freed of her plaster tomb. Her corset was soaked
with water from the plaster, sweat from her overheated body, and from
the waist down, her own juices from her struggles.
I unlaced her and left her to rest and cool for a time, and set about
cleaning up the mating edges of the cast, smoothing the inside surface
and removing the scraps of saran wrap, and taping it back together in
preparation for the foam molding process. I trimmed the cast at the
level of the tops of the toes, so that the dummy would have the same
instep arch and ankle shape as hers, and trimmed the top just at the
jawline. I then taped another piece of saran wrap over the bottom
opening. I mixed up some of the two-part high expansion rigid foam
used to pack electronic equipment for shipping, and poured it in the
top of the cast. This part I did in four stages, as I didn't want the
uncured foam to overexpand and ruin the cast. When it was done, I
leaned the cast against the wall, and the two of us retired for the
evening quite exhausted!
All that remained the next day was to separate out the dummy from the
cast, and mount it on an adjustable stand that supports it at the
proper height for whatever project she might be working on. We
attacked it with sandpaper to smooth out some of the surfaces, as well
as to modify certain proportions to her exacting expectations. We also
made the front section at the bust removable, so that for regular
dressmaking tasks she would have a noncompressed bust model, and for
the turtleneck project, she could have an essentially flat-chested
model of her totally compressed torso. She has since grafted on a
dummy head from a wig stand, and covered it in some stretch fabric,
allowing her to pin projects directly to it. It really looks
outstandingly professional, if I do say so myself- except for the
distinctly corseted proportions, the very slight forward tilt, and the
still visible high-heeled instep arch, one would think that one could
order it from some catalog somewhere! But we have always held it true
that nothing succeeds like excess.
If any of you desire to try this for yourselves, please note that this
can be a dangerous undertaking! This experience of ours violates many
of the rules of safe play, primarily those that hold that the neck
must not be involved in the bondage, those having to do with a ready
and instantaneous escape path, and those that have to do with keeping
an eye on bound parts to insure good blood circulation. Also the
threat of heat prostration is very real, especially given the number
of layers used in our case. If you would like to play with this,
please do start small, and play as safely and sanely as you can. When
taken to this level, escape can easily be a half-hour process at the
very best- not a situation to enter into lightly. We entered into this
after looking long and hard at the risks involved, not in the heat of
the moment.
No, the heat of the moment only occurred after we had started!
At this moment she is putting some finishing touches on her now
chin-to-knee length corset, which is currently worn most fetchingly by
our dummy. She has gone back and doubled the boning through the waist
and hips, saying that since it makes it impossible to sit anyway, she
might as well finish the job. It should be ready for its first real
trial in about two weeks. And my other side project, a leather leg
binder to accompany our corset-glove, is well underway as well. It
extends from instep to hip, with lacing the length of the rear, a
buckling strap under the insteps, and very heavy boning at the knee,
which should render her knees almost as inflexible as the cast did, at
the same time as compressing her legs smoothly together from the
ankles up. By the end of all this Herculean effort, we should be able
to fulfill our shared fantasy of total compression from top to bottom!
The best to all.
-Bottier
From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.09 (Repost)
Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1993 08:02:31 UTC
Message-ID:<080318Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#9
- 9 -
I suppose that this becomes another note from Bottier (#9), for those
like myself who are pathological about keeping things in neat piles.
In Message-ID: <26...@princeton.Princeton.EDU>
n...@notecnirp.Princeton.EDU (Norman Ramsey) writes:
> How can you gag someone with material I'm likely to have around the
> house? I've heard of some of you using tape---what kind of tape do
> you use, and how much does it hurt coming off? (I suppose it could be
> good or bad if it hurts coming off :-) Can you use tape on bearded
> men?
Good questions! There are an immense variety of ways to go about it,
with varying degrees of functionality, appearance, and unfortunately
risk. A really good gag should be mouth-filling, and held in place
very tightly indeed- but this creates a very real risk of triggering a
powerful gag reflex episode, and if the subject is well and truly
bound helpless, panic can easily set in- regardless of any level of
trust inherent in the scene. Thus, the top should make sure that they
can handle any such episode, and keep an escape means ready _at all
times_.
That said, we use a variety of things. The traditional mouthfull of
panties, secured in place by a necktie or some portion of the bondage
itself comes immediately to mind. For the foot-fetishists among us,
I'm told that the toe of a high-heeled shoe provides a most pleasant
mouth-filler. Perhaps Saran wrap applied over some mouth filler, if
care is taken that no accidental slippage could possibly compromise
the airway. Tape works, but only if the mouth is well filled ahead of
time, so that the tongue can't be used to work the tape seal loose. I
don't know about the case of a bearded man, since both my wife and I
have always been clean-shaven, but I suspect that tape would be less
than satisfactory. You might do well to check some of the other
regular contributers in that regard.
> What about gags that are especially-made to be gags? How do I make a
> ball gag (or what do I look for in one)? What about inflatable gags?
> What other kinds are there?
Ahh! Now we begin to get into more interesting things. Ball gags are
in my humble opinion the most satisfactory way to gag a person, and
are one of the few bondage toys that can be made with no tools at all.
The ball should be sized to fit the mouth in question, so some
experimentation is very much in order. If the ball is too small, it
won't work as well as one would like, although it can be pulled very
deeply into the mouth by increasing the tension on the strap. This
pulls the corners of the mouth back, stretching the skin, and making
the subject feel very bound indeed. Too large a ball will cause an
intense ache in the jaw joint almost immediately, also making the
subject feel very bound indeed. Sealing the lips to the ball with tape
also increases the sensation, as does the use of a wider strap.
If the subject is restricted in their ability to breathe through the
nose (with a cold or some other condition), gags are somewhat
dangerous. However, a ball gag made with a child's wiffle ball will
still allow mouth breathing. One other good source of ball gag balls
would be your friendly neighborhood pet store. Hartz makes a
_staggering_ variety of hollow hard rubber balls, many with a
through-hole already pierced, perfect for your strap (once you get rid
of the silly _bell_ inside... or perhaps not). And the wide variety of
pet collars provides a nice selection for the strap as well. With one
stop, you can have a ball gag ready to go for less than $10. I wonder
how many pet store owners know what really goes on with their wares.
For the really large mouth, or a real stretch of the jaw, don't
overlook retired racquetballs.
Other gags would use a wooden dowel, say 1"- 1.5" diameter. Or, if the
subject has a fondness for it, consider covering a ball or dowel in
some finely-tanned leather (wash it several times first, so that the
subject doesn't get TOO big a mouthful of tannin, unless you're truly
mean-hearted). Consider incorporating the ball or dowel into a scold's
bridle, as I described a couple of postings ago.
Inflatable gags are a specialty item that tend to be a bit hard to
make, although I have heard of successes using pneumatic model
airplane tires. We haven't tried that one just yet, though. Inflatable
gags are available in a variety of places- ours came from Caprice, but
it doesn't see much use, and I regret having spent the money on it.
A risky but amazingly intense way to increase the utility of any gag
is to hood the subject while they are wearing it. A leather or latex
hood, fitted tightly around the jaw and cheekbones, does a much better
job of increasing the sensation of helplessness that merely taping the
lips to the ball. It can also provide a good blindfolding effect. I
made one that laces up the back (I'm sure, to no one's surprise), but
it's not right yet. I probably would have done better to buy one.
Hoods can really increase the amount of time it takes to free a
panicky subject, as well as making it much more difficult to monitor
their condition and maintain their airway- these are to be used with
extreme care.
And if you want to go off to the truly extreme, there are always the
tongue stocks. My wife found references to this deviously clever
device while she was researching our Victorian compatriots (in the
same volume as the armpit balls, for the curious). It consists of two
carved wooden slats, roughly 10" by 1" by 1/2". The mouth is opened,
and the tongue is inserted between the slats as they are pushed as far
to the rear of the mouth as possible. They are then clamped firmly
together by thumbscrews on the protruding ends of the slats, holding
the tongue immobile. This assembly is then secured in place by a strap
that wraps around the back of the head. Its use was ostensibly to cure
overly talkative children of their condition. A similar device was
described for the breasts, by the way- although exactly what
"medicinal" use was ascribed to that appliance slips my mind just now.
No, I'm not making this bit up. The Victorians can serve as a source
of either inspiration or perhaps abject fear to us all. And I haven't
got 'round to making either of them just yet- though I may move them
up the list of "toys to make" a bit, depending upon how the Mrs. feels
about it. So much to make, and so little time...
The best to all.
-Bottier
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#10)
- 10 -
This is will be an interesting article, I believe- now that I've
figured out how to post news, I can actually do up an article of my
own, rather than merely contributing to my husband's articles as he
puts them together! Consequently, I think that I'll make this one just
a bit different than our others have been.
Several readers of this group have corresponded with us, and have
asked about whether or not we ever change roles. We do! Yes, it's
true- the Bottiers do switch roles from time to time, perhaps 10% of
the time, even though we seldom write about it here. It may seem
from our writings that I'm the perfect submissive, and my husband the
perfect dominant, but there have been many times that I've topped my
husband- when my desire to bind and torment actually outweighed my
desire to be bound and tormented. I'm not sure that he's too keen to
write of his experiences himself, so I think that I'll write of them
_for him_- that seems a good way to introduce that side of him to the
net. There's a pleasing symmetry in that, actually- since that's the
way that he introduced _me_!
These times are much different, and then again not at all different,
from the times he tops me. Suffice it to say that there have been
times that it has been _he_ who has been deliciously bound, begging for
just a taste of _me_- which I have usually given him, after a time.
One of the most enjoyable parts of this type of play is the "reverse
striptease" that I do. Despite the fact that I'm the top, I still
almost always wear my latex, corset, and heels, and often my
vibrator-plugged chastity, if I feel like it. I enjoy the sensations
that these things create in me quite a lot, and it drives him nearly
mad to be bound helpless and to have to watch me as I dress myself,
putting more and more layers of decorative costume between my good
bits and his. It seems to be particularly intense for him to have to
watch me put on my chastity belt, especially if I leave the plugs on
it! We call these "chastity evenings", and with good reason usually.
Thus, I'll usually initiate the game when I'm mostly unencumbered,
perhaps only wearing my corset, and after I get him immobile I'll
start adding in layers for myself as well!
My favorite way to approach this pastime is to get started by binding
his hands behind him. He is usually naked to begin with, and I'm
usually only corseted, so that I can wrestle with him and have any
chance of getting an advantage at all. I'm not a large person, and the
disparity in size and power presents a real problem! I'll usually use
handcuffs to start with, just to quickly get his hands where I can
control them, and replace them with some of our locking leather cuffs.
Usually, as soon as I get to this stage, he gets to be fairly
tractable, but I'll usually go ahead and tie his ankles or use some
cuffs just to insure that he doesn't go anywhere. This leaves him down
on the floor, usually.
As soon as I get him that helpless, I can start teasing him by
decorating myself. I usually stop and take some time to put on my
latex stockings and hobbleskirt, and my locking heels- so that his
floor-level view is one of vertical heel and instep, black latex, and
locked anklestraps. At this point I'll usually turn my attention back
to him, and finish up the binding. We both seem to like having him in
a kneeling hogtie the best, but this used to pose a problem- how can a
110 pound woman, dressed in a very tight and VERY stiff corset, a
nearly-unyeilding hobbleskirt, and six-inch heels, ever hope to even
_budge_ a 220 pound man? I can barely even keep my balance, let alone
bend at the waist, and moving him seemed out of the question- until I
decided to use a trick on him that he had used on me!
We have a spare clothes bar from our walk-in closet. It's eight feet
long, and about an inch and a half around. I lay it along his back,
slipping it down so that it lies between his hands and his back, with
the end between his knees. I tie his knees together and to the pole,
then tie the pole to his back very tightly between his shoulders, by
using some rope in a figure-eight. I can then tie his ankles to a loop
around his waist, his elbows as close together as I can (he's not
_nearly_ as flexible as I am, it seems- my elbows can touch!) and his
hands to his ankles to complete the hogtie, and if I'm really feeling
nasty I'll ball-gag him with the gag strap also wrapped around the
pole. Then, I can lift the far end of the pole, using it as a lever,
and sort of walk in underneath it, pushing it up and over until the
top end of the pole leans back against the wall behind him. This sets
him up perched entirely on his kneecaps- without an impossible amount
of struggle on my part, and despite the fact that in corset, skirt and
heels I'm nearly as bound as he is! Klaw and Willie would be proud,
even if somewhat aghast that it was a _man_ being bound, I'm sure.
This part drives him nearly as crazy as watching me chastity myself,
since he spends a long time with his face pressed into the floor only
inches from my nicely decorated feet and legs. This usually leaves him
pretty erect and standing proud, as he leans back helplessly. I can
then decide whether I want him right then, or whether I want to
torment him some more. If I want him then, I can just peel my skirt
off and have at him! But if I want to be mean, I'll usually indulge in
some cock bondage.
We got him an appliance called the "gates of hell", which is a leather
strap supporting a series of 7 cock rings large enough to admit a
flaccid, but too small to comfortably contain an erect, penis. He has
to relax and calm down enough for me to get it on, which ten minutes
blindfolded usually helps. But once it's on him, off comes the
blindfold, and he has to be careful not to let _himself_ get too
excited- which, of course, I do everything in my power to cause
happen!
Once he's got it on him, his cock is of no real use to me for the
duration- so that's always time for me to grab my chastity and a tube
of KY, and make a great show of putting everything in their proper
places and locking it all on, followed once again by my hobbleskirt
when all is done. And as he gets more excited watching all this, so do
I- and those vibrators _do_ seem to help as well! I believe that
pressures on his cock from those unyeilding rings stop feeling
uncomfortable and just add to the pleasures, just the same way that
the pressures of my corset, hobbleskirt, and heels feel so divinely
sexual to me as I grow excited. What usually really does him (and me
too) is when I get down on my hands and knees in front of him where he
can see me in my finery, but not touch me or help himself, and then I
go down on him essentially in slow motion, tongueing him through the
gaps between the rings and tugging on my own crotch strap or touching
myself until we both explode.
There is one other variation of this game that we enjoy a great deal.
It might be of use to anyone who tops a bound man, and wants to enjoy
them at the same time. If he's well and duly hogtied, ideally on the
bed or some soft surface, place him on his side. You can then lay down
on your back, hooking your legs over and behind him, and pull him up
against you (or more accurately in my case, pull myself up against him)
so that he can enter you from that position- but you control the depth,
intensity, and timing of it. Additionally, this lets you press your
heels into his back a bit, and he can fondle your feet with his bound
hands. This is a sure-fire mindblower for the foot fetishist, if you
are wearing a costume like my favorite here!
The next installment of my own story here will probably concern the
Christmas gift I gave him a few years ago. Most of our suppliers of
toys stock everything in men's sizes as well as women's, as it turns
out- and he _had_ always said that he had always wondered how my heels
and corsets felt to me. So, not being one to shrink from a challenge,
I got him a pair of 7-inch heeled pumps (no locking straps on these,
though) and a gentlemen's corset, and wrapped them and presented them
to him under the tree! Suffice it to say that they have seen a bit of
use, from time to time- and I think that he looks marvelous standing
up on his toes just like me (with his larger feet, his 7 inchers put
him up on his toes almost as much as my 6 inchers do me, which is
quite a lot!) with his waist nipped in a few inches, and a few
artistically placed cuffs, chains, straps, rings, or ropes.
He doesn't voluntarily dig out his corset and heels and wear them-
they tend to appear only when I request them, or more accurately when
I install them on him when he's helpless. He's never really learned to
walk on his heels as a result, though he can manage to stand
unsteadily, and I'm sure that his macho side would never have
permitted him to write of this without some extreme provocation- just
such as this! But those are stories for another time, I should think-
and now that I've begun the telling, perhaps he'll continue it! Or
maybe I will. But never let it be said that what's sauce for the
gander in NOT sauce for the goose, or that there is no balance in the
lives of the Bottiers!
- Mrs. Bottier
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#11)
Bottier #11
=
Over the Memorial Day weekend, we finally got to try out my
knee-to-chin corset, and that instep-to-hip legbinder corset that my
husband described in our note #8. This has been the fulfillment of a
long-time fantasy of mine, as I've documented here, and has started me
off on a month of fairly intensive figure-training as well! This is a
bit of a long piece, so you'll have to bear with me- but it's all
mine, as you'll see.
The corset itself is a modification of my old knee-length corset. This
garment itself was quite an amazing device- black satin over cotton
coutil, extending from just below the bust to the knees, with a front
busk and back laces from top to bottom like any proper corset. Its
waist measured 22 inches, when laced fully closed, and I enjoyed the
compression it provided over its length.
Between the compression, and the stiff boning through the hips, it was
only possible to bend about twenty degrees at the hips, and perhaps
ten more at the waist- which rendered sitting nearly impossible. The
same compression and stiffness existed at the knees, so that I was
essentially totally hobbled, and limited to taking steps roughly four
inches long while laced into it- which was fine, if combined with some
of my very high heels, since they also limit the length of the steps I
can take. I found the knee length corset and my six-inch heels to be
nearly a perfect match, and my husband didn't object at all, for some
reason. Getting around in this combination could be very difficult,
but it ws devastatingly sexy- as he can attest!
I enjoy tightlacing enough that I often go to work laced into one of
my shorter corsets, and I'll almost always be laced when my husband
and I go out for an evening- but this one was just too restricting for
anything other than game-playing at home. I loved the compression it
provided, though- so my thought was this: if it makes it too
impossible for me to wear in public anyway, why not modify it so that
it _really_ does the job, and provides the desired compression from
the chin down?
My old work as a costumer for my college theatre groups stood me in
good stead- I had access to several patterns I'd copied from bodices
for costumes based in the 1880s, so that I had a good idea of the
shapes of the pieces needed- and we had what must certainly be the
ultimate dressmakers' dummy, as we documented before. What remained
was the actual assembly, and then the fitting.
I wanted two things- I wanted the compression to include my breasts
and shoulders with the same level of tension that my waist and hips
experienced, and I wanted the boning to be very stiff- as near as
possible to the stiffness of the cast we made to make the dummy with.
The cast was stiff, alright- but it wasn't really tight. And I wanted
both. I personally like the stiffness almost as much as the
compression- most of my favorite corsets have a separate spring steel
underbusk to help stiffen them even more (and to prevent the busk from
cracking from fatigue, right at the waist). The tighter I am laced,
the more important the underbusk is.
I won't go into long, boring details about the cutting and sewing of
it, as I doubt that that holds any interest for this audience. The
now-finished corset has a three-part front busk, so that it opens all
the way from top to bottom down the front for ease of entry. It ended
up being three parts primarily because it proved impossible to find
the steel busk clasp in a single piece that long! The busk ends just
above my adam's apple in front, and down at the knees at the bottom.
Since it is in three parts, there would be a loss of the stiffening
effect at each joint in the busk- so I had my husband make me an
underbusk for it as well, from some one inch wide stainless strip
stock he keeps around for this, among other, purposes. It extends the
length of the garment in the front, and when I'm laced into it, it
holds my head up very high- if I relax my neck, the top of the
underbusk presses into the soft tissues under my jaw, which serves as
a definite reminder to straighten up!
In the back, there are 60 pairs of lacing eyelets, and there are four
strips of heavy boning that run the length of the corset on each side
to reinforce them. These I replaced with strips of flat spring-steel
boning the length of the corset, doubled for stiffness. At the top,
this boning presses against the base of my skull, adding to the
impetus for holding my head up high! And on the sides, the top of the
corset comes just to my jawline. There is ease cut in for my neck, so
that it is not particularly compressed- but there are about 20 pieces
of flat spring boning on each side, so that the neck is as stiff as
the rest of the garment.
I cut the bodice part with barely any ease for my breasts at all- just
enough that it would allow a tiny bit of shape when I was laced down.
And I extended the boning from the waist upwards all the way to the
points of the shoulders, and shaped it so that it would tend to pull
my shoulders back a bit as the laces were tightened. The shoulders on
the bodice I brought out to just before the points of my shoulders, so
that only the outer inch or so of my shoulder would be outside the
garment. I roughly tripled the boning through the waist and hips,
so that the waist section itself is essentially solid boning at
minimum spacing all the way around, and is very rigid indeed. I also
took that opportunity to reduce the measurement in the waist section
to 20" when fully closed. I did this by making the beast smaller in
the back above the waist, and smaller in the front below- so that the
forward lean that it induced would be exaggerated just a bit, as both
of us like that. Little did I know how effective that would be!
And the leg-binder that my husband has made was finished as well. It
is made in black calf leather, and extends from instep to hip, with
lacing the length of the rear, a buckling strap under the insteps to
hold on whatever shoes I might be wearing, and very heavy boning
at the knee consisting of four strips of the underbusk material. It
really does render my knees almost as inflexible as the cast did, and
compresses my legs smoothly together from the ankles up. It makes it
even tighter at my thighs and knees, something I'd scarcely thought
possible! We kept it separate so that I could actually get around a
bit while wearing the corset only.
Thus, on Saturday afternoon, my husband declared that it was time for
the trial-run to begin. I'd had it on on several occasions while
fitting it, but we hadn't ever really laced it down for real- so I was
shivering with anticipation. He prepared me to recieve it with a
generous layer of talc, and then put me onto my six-inch heels and
locked them in place. Then, almost as an afterthought, he slipped two
of my plugs into me, one each front and rear, and put on my
shoulder-length black calf gloves. He then slotted up the busk in
front, and began lacing- a process which took nearly forever, as there
are so many laces to manipulate. It was quite a thrill to feel the
tensions increase around my breasts and upper body, as they had so
many times before on my waist and ribcage.
It was extraordinary- normally, a tight-lacer breathes by expanding
the chest, since the corset restricts the diaphragm from moving. But
now my chest was being compressed as well! We stopped several times to
allow me to become acclimated to the compression around my chest, and
to get used to the new patterns of breathing required. As the laces
tightened, my breathing became more and more shallow, until I feared
that I would be unable to continue! But just then, he announced that
the bodice portion was laced closed- that the maximum possible
tightness had been reached, and that the only remaining gap was a gap
of a bit over an inch right at the waist.
The stiffness was total- I stood, straining a bit to keep my head as
erect as possible, due to the urgings of the neck of the corset. I
attempted to bend at the waist or hips. To no avail- the garment was
too stiff, and the compression kept my muscles from responding with
any authority! My shoulders were pulled well back, and pulled down
away from my neck by the tension, as strongly as if I'd been hogtied.
And my upper torso was thrust well forward above the waist, with a
most beautiful arch in my back, so that I felt as if I was in imminent
danger of toppling forward- but the rigid waist and back held me at
that angle and would not allow me to lean back, and the very high
heels held me at the very edge of my ability to balance unsupported.
He asked me to take a step forward, and backed away from me. My first
step was at most an inch long, and threatened to make me topple
instantly! It was clear that moving around was going to take more than
a bit of practice! Adding to the difficulty was the fact that the
compression of my abdomen, waist and breasts, the desperate shortness
of breath, my plugs, and my struggles were working in harmony to
arouse me- and as I become more aroused, my ability to balance falls
by the wayside. I somehow managed to walk to the bookshelf, and grab
it with one hand to keep from collapsing. He came up behind me and
massaged my breasts as best he could through the layers of satin and
boning, and I very shortly found it impossible to stand any longer-
rigid support or no.
In due time, I regained some awareness of where I was. He had lain me
down on the bed, and had taken that opportunity to add to my
difficulties somewhat! He had put a pair of our cuffs on my arms, just
above the elbows, and tied them loosely together behind me, with about
six or eight inches of slack. And he had added my scold's bridle,
which was certainly unwelcome as the ball gag forces the bottom of my
chin down- right onto the top of the busk! Thus I had to work even
harder to keep my head up. Thus bound and gloved, I had some of the
use of my hands, but I could not reach above my chest, nor below
mid-thigh. He helped me to stand, which is to say that he picked me up
bodily and put me down on my feet, and informed me that I was to cook
dinner for him! I indicated to him that I thought that it would be
nearly impossible for me to walk all the way to the kitchen unaided-
or at least I tried to indicate that. He extended a hand to me to use
as an aid, and made it clear that that was my task to
complete, regardless.
The journey took forever, taking steps one inch long- as my
preacarious balance and hobbled knees, not to mention the tensions of
arousal inside me, did their dirty work. I certainly would have been
panting, if I could have- but the compressions denied me even that!
Once inside the kitchen, I could hold onto the countertop with one
hand, and try and do whatever was necessary to prepare the meal with
the other. The hardest part was using the can opener- which is mounted
under the top cabinets, and requires both hands to work! I managed to
get the can into the jaws, and I leaned against the edge of the
counter so that I could try and stretch both hands as far as possible
back towards the opener against my bonds. I then found that the
pressure of leaning against the counter forced the underbusk against
my pelvic bone and the sensitive bits nearby in a most pleasurable
way, and that I was far too far off balance to regain a standing
position- not that I particularly wanted to. I suppose that I must
have tried to open that can for ten minutes or so- and I'm very glad
that I was leaned into a secure position (or that my husband helped
support me), so that I didn't fall when I came.
In any case, the next time that I became really aware of where I was,
he had finished up dinner, and it was ready to eat. He had his, and
made me wait, standing propped up in the kitchen in the corner of the
counters. He then ungagged me, and fed me mine- as if there was any
free space in my body to be occupied by food! By this point, I'd been
standing on those heels for some time, so he took pity on me and took
me back to bed. He loosened the corset somewhat from top to bottom,
and turned out the light- with my elbows still bound loosely, and my
heels still locked on. I couldn't reach the pillows to adjust them, so
he pulled them around until they supported my head in a comfortable
position, and then we slept. Or tried to, anyway. I have often slept
corseted, but never had I been so extensively done!
The next morning, I had to go to the bathroom in the worst way. After
some discussion, he untied my elbows and unlaced me. The freedom from
the pressure felt like a physical blow! Several parts of my body were
a bit numb from the pressure, and it took a bit of doing for me to
walk on the heels to the bathroom and do my business. My balance
hadn't really returned when I got back, so he asked me if I felt up to
continuing- and I said "why not?"
Within half an hour he had changed the plugs, the one in the rear
reinstalled with a smear of toothpaste, and I was laced back down with
my elbows secure again. He then walked me back into the kitchen, one
tiny step at a time, and left me there for a few minutes, to try and
blalnce the best I could. He returned with the legbinder and laced
that around my lower legs, snugging the strap up under my arches.
Bound in this manner, I ate breakfast and lunch- standing in the
kitchen. With the legbinder in place I had at most a quarter-inch of
free movement at my feet, and with the burning sensation of the
toothpaste making me move my rear involuntarily, I had absolutely no
balance at all on those heels! There was no way that I could support
myself without holding on with my hands, or being leaned into the
corner of the countertop- although the fact that my knees were held
rigidly straight did keep me from falling at the appropriate times.
All I could do was to run my hands over my satin-bound form, as far as
my bound elbows would allow- and lean against the edge of the counter
with all my might, during the times he saw fit to turn me around to
face the edge.
By the evening I was woozy with hunger, numb from the compressions,
and nearly overloaded to the point of catatonia from the sensations of
it all. Even the slightest movement sent waves of warmth through me,
threatening to put me over the edge again, and my ability to balance
had fallen away hours before. He then announced that it was time for
the last phase, and carried my rigid form back to the bedroom. He
unlaced just the bottom of the legbinder and undid the arch strap, and
exchanged the six-inch heels for my toe-shoes and shoehorns. I both
dreaded and awaited with pleasure what was to come next- he laced up
the legbinder again, and produced my corset-glove armbinder. Up until
then, my elbows had been only loosely tied- with this laced into
place, my elbows were pulled fully together, and my forearms were
pressed tightly togther their full length behind my back. Thus laced
up, the only parts of my body not compressed were my upper arms and
outer shoulders, and my head.
He had a solution for those, of course. My shoulders and upper arms he
wrapped several thicknesses deep with latex sprain bandages that we
keep around- I'd never thought of those in this context! He then
fastened my scold's bridle back in place, and gently stood me in front
of the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. There I was,
_totally_ bound and compressed, struggling for balance and breath,
perched precariously on my very tiptoes- the fulfillment of a lifelong
fantasy! While my body was busy going off on its own tangent, he
fastened a strap from the suspension loop at the top of the bridle to
one of the hooks in the ceiling, and left me suspended there- unable
to move, barely able to breathe, and scarcely able to imagine that the
image in the mirror was I.
After a few minutes, he snuck up beind me and laced on the hood that
he had made- which wrapped me in complete leather-scented darkness,
and compressed even my face around the ball-gag. I was truly helpless,
and truly his. He massaged my breasts once again, and pressed on the
"sweet spot" on the busk that I had found during my dinner-making, and
got me inflamed enough to lose myself one more titanic time.
I reawakened on the bed- my hood gone, but all the other things
loosened a bit but still there. I wanted so much to have one more
grand ride as the sensations took over control of my body, but I was
simply too exhausted. The continual compressions were beginning to
take their toll- I was a large mass of needles and pins below the
waist and elbows. He appeared over me and asked if I wanted to be
freed- and I signaled him no- I wanted just to nap a while as I was,
before having the whole experience be over.
I slept uneasily a while, and when I awoke the signals from my body
were unmistakable- I had to be freed. I signaled him and he rolled
over and said "Do you feel properly chastised for posting that article
about me?" I signalled yes, and tried to roll as far over as I could
so that he could reach the fastenings on my bonds- which didn't even
budge me a bit, of course.
"Good." he said, and the brute _rolled back over_ and pretended to go
back to sleep!
In my exhausted state, I tried as hard as I could to kick him or move
towards him. I doubt that these efforts on my part even shook the bed.
He listened to my rantings for what he claimed was just a few minutes,
but seemed like hours to me! And just as I got ready to use our safe
sound and demand release, he rolled over and began undoing me.
Once I was freed, he carried me into the bath, and drew me a hot
tubful of water, and poured it from a picher over me as I sat in the
bath. The warmth helped soothe the irritation of my skin where the
seams of the corset had pressed into it for the past many hours- over
my ribs, the points of my hipbones, my collarbones, and elsewhere. And
he massaged my poor feet, and rubbed the sore spots at my knees and
ankles where the corset had pressed bone against unyeilding bone. And
after a time, he brought me strawberries and whipped cream as a
reward, and fed them to me most tenderly as I soaked, now that I had
space inside me for them to occupy. It was over!
Thus did I get to enact my favorite fantasy- and I suspect that we'll
revisit it from time to time, now that we have the means. It has
inspired me to go into a period of figure training, as I shudder with
anticipation, even now, at the thought of feeling that beast close
down the last inch over my waist! I'm still tightlaced now- I suspect
that I'll go through as much of June as I can laced down, and we'll
have another go at it later in the summer. For now, I have the memory
of it, and that alone is enough to inspire me to work towards my goal
of a 20" waist inside that device, and another total immersion.
- Mrs. Bottier
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#12)
Bottier #12
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Another note from the Bottiers (#12)
This article is made up of fragments of other articles that we've
started in on, but are unlikely to have time to finish right now.
We're in the process of relocating, and this involves a bit of
upheaval for the us- in addition to making our access to this account
a bit more difficult. Thus, we thought that we'd just go ahead and
post the beginnings of them for your enjoyment. We may actually get
around to properly finishing them off at some point- we'll just have
to see if we can recreate the original scenes well enough to embroider
them properly... In any case, we hope that you enjoy them just the
same.
We'll likely be out of touch for a while. The very best to you all!
- Bottier
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My husband is a bit of a brute. I'm currently laced down to 20", and
done up in latex stockings, latex corselet over my corset, and latex
gloves covered by my calf gloves, and it is quite hot in here- so I'm
really swimming in these things, especially from the effort needed to
keep myself upright! I have my chastity locked on, with my front and
rear vibrators in place, but off for the moment (the rear with
toothpaste smeared on it- argh!), and I'm bound in a kneeling position
over our footstool. I have my toe-shoes and shoehorns on, and my
ankles are tied up tightly to my waist- so that my knees just rest on
the floor, and my feet are pulled up helplessly behind me. The
footstool is holding my legs well spread, as well as concentrating my
weight on my crotch. I have on my scold's bridle, and my wide collar,
and as a final touch, he's handcuffed me in front, and tied the cuffs
to the base of my front vibrator with a strap. In order to get up to
the keyboard to type (as the footstool is about six inches lower than
a chair woule be), I have to strain as far up as I can with my hands
against the strap, which tugs on the vibrator! He's definitely a
brute, making me type this while bound like this.
The footstool is an antique- it is wooden, about eighteen inches long
and about 6 inches wide, and about a foot high, with two legs at each
end. The sides are tapered away from the top, and it narrows slightly
in the middle- which was what made my husband originally notice that I
could be tied straddling it with my knees on the ground, when we saw
it in the antique store. I'm convinced that that's what its original
designers had in mind- we couldn't have come up with anything more
perfect had we tried!
If he's being nice to me, or if I'm to be left here for a long time,
he'll put something soft on top of it for my weight to bear down on-
he has pairs of carved wooden wedges that nest together and adjust to
fit most perfectly, which he sometimes pads with terrycloth towels
several layers thick- and sometimes not. Otherwise, he just lets the
edges of the top press into my inner thighs, which allows him free
access to several rather sensitive bits. When he ties my feet to my
waist, as they are now, I find it nearly impossible to keep my
balance, especially if my arms are really bound. Sometimes he then
ties ropes from my knees forward and back to the legs of the stool,
which stabilizes me somewhat, or if I'm wearing my scold's bridle, he
might tie a rope from the center top ring to something overhead, which
stabilizes me even more. I have never successfully escaped from
the footstool, and I've been trying for some time- I'm just too afraid
of falling over to try very hard. If I'm tightlaced, the stiffness
really keeps me from being able to maneuver my hips and lower body
very well, so I'm definitely here until he sees fit to release me.
This particular position is pretty stringent- I have to strain against
the cuffs with my hands, and the stiffness of the corset and the
strain in my arms force me to arch my back and actually lean back
quite a bit to reach the keyboard, so it continually feels as if I am
about to topple over backwards. The rear vibrator makes it worse- as I
lean back, more of my weight gets concentrated on it, and even though
it is quite small, its effects are large! At the outset of this, I
could reach down occasionally and support myself with my hands, which
took some of the weight off of my crotch and knees. But he saw me
doing it, and he has now come in and pulled down the cups of the
corselet, and added my nipple clips and a short chain from them to the
handcuffs- so now my hands are held in suspension in front of me at
breast level, and every time I move my them, it tugs on both the
vibrator in my crotch and the clips biting onto my nipples. He's
chosen this time to come back and turn on the front vibrator, and now
he is once again walking away- and here I will stay, at once suffering
agonies and basking in sweet bliss until he sees fit to release me-
struggling to stay upright and swimming in the heat of my
spring-steel, satin, and latex bonds.
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I recently finished a most worthwhile addition to our collection of
fabricated toys. I call them glove stiffeners, and they seem to be a
nearly ideal toy for discreet public bondages. Longtime readers know
that I very much enjoy my wife's collection of long gloves, and have
her in them whenever I can. I also enjoy working with metals, and one
day was seized with the inspiration for a nearly ideal way to
incorporate gloves into really inescapable but still very discreet
bondages.
I got my wife to sit for me while I took tracings of her hands and
forearms, as she held them in a relaxed position, from each fingertip
up to just below the elbow. I then transferred these patterns to some
..064" stainless steel sheet stock that I keep lying about (the same
stuff I used for her shoehorns, in fact), and went to work forming
them to fit the curvature of her fingers, palms, and wrists. This was
a very time-consuming process, consuming the better part of two weeks
in my spare time, and she was very patient with me as I had her test
each one for fit during the ongoing process- despite her curiosity, as
I hadn't told her wehat it was I had in mind.
Finally, I was rewarded with two perfectly-formed stainless steel
splints, curved to fit her fingers, hands and wrists when they were
relaxed in front of her, as if they were resting on a tabletop. By
this time, she was dying of curiosity- so I showed her what I had in
mind. I placed each of her hands in turn into its splint, and then
rolled a pair of her latex gloves up over them, and up beyond her
elbows- followed by one of her calf gloves.
A few years ago we bought a pair of calf gloves from a vendor who was
not very accurate in sizing things- the gloves turned out to be too
large by a few sizes, and as they didn't fit with the snugness that my
wife craves, they were relegated to the back of a box in the closet.
However, with the splints in place covered by her latex gloves, those
now fit very snugly indeed- it was a struggle for a few minutes to
stretch them into place around her now-rigid fingers, and especially
hard to get them over the heels of her hands (as there's barely enough
room even _without_ the glove stiffeners in place). Saddle soap and a
great deal of patience finally paid off, and the leather stretched
very tightly indeed!
After getting both sets of stiffeners and gloves in place, and
buttoning up the wrists on the calf gloves, I locked her leather wrist
cuffs in place over the buttons- which prevented her from even being
able to unbutton them with her teeth, assuring that they would stay in
place for the duration. To look at her hands, one would think that she
was merely wearing just very slightly bulky gloves- but in reality,
she cannot even move her fingers or bend her wrists, as the stiffness
of the thin metal bent to match the curvature of her fingers is
significantly greater than the strength of her grip. Grasping anything
is completely beyond her- the best she can do is to awkwardly attempt
to press her hands together on opposite sides of an object, and that
is useful for only the crudest of tasks.
Even her sense of touch is completely rendered inoperative, as the
ends of the splint-fingers are formed to surround her sensitive
fingertips, preventing them from touching anything but the unyeilding
steel itself. The world is tantalizingly close, yet utterly beyond her
grasp- which she finds makes her every bit as frantic as being totally
bound helpless. A simple doorknob presents an insurmountable obstacle-
let alone the manipulation of locks, buckles, or laces, all of which I
copiously supply her with.
A few nights after her introduction to the glove stiffeners, I decided
that it would be worthwhile to try them as part of a public scene. I
asked her if she would be willing to try such a thing, and she agreed-
albeit with some noticeable trepidation! She went and had a bath, and
presented herself to me after having finished the chore of applying
her makeup. I applied the stiffeners and gloves first of all, as she
stood naked in the bedroom. I then proceeded to dress her as I saw
fit, which involved lacing her into her ever-present corset, and then
putting together a street outfit which could hide her latex stockings,
panty girdle, and corselet, her two-inch leather collar, her locking
six-inch heels, and her chastity belt, as well as hiding the locking
cuffs at her wrists.
One of her work pantsuits worked very well for this task, with a
cotton turtleneck sweater to cover her collar. This was in fact the
same street outfit that she wore on the restaurant expedition that we
have written about in the past, although the turtleneck was a new
addition, and one that did seem perhaps a bit out-of-place in July.
She stood most quietly as I put the finishing touches on her outfit,
with her hands held out slightly from her sides- I could see the tiny
stretchings of the gloves over her knuckles as she explored the
stiffness of the splints and the extent of her helplessness.
She then asked what I had in mind for our activities for the evening,
and I told her- we would go out to our favorite local restaurant again
for dinner, and then off to see a movie! She was taken quite aback by
this, and asked how in the world she was supposed to eat or drink in
public without the use of her hands (she's actually very good at it in
private, having had ample opportunity to practice, but I'd say that
her techniques _might_ tend to draw a bit of attention). I simply said
that I'd help out in any way that I could, without making a scene, and
that she had nothing to fear- and so we were off, as I opened all the
doors for her and helped her down to the drive and into the car- not
an easy task corseted and wearing such heels, and doubly difficult
when the hands are somewhat restricted.
We arrived at the restaurant, and asked after a booth in the back that
we've had occasion to frequent. We then sat down in the lounge to
wait. I ordered her one of her favorite drinks, to be served with a
straw, and we sat off to the side- she merely placed her hands in her
lap, and drank her fill- although the corset and her collar made it a
bit difficult for her to bend her head down to meet the straw.
When our table opened up, we were seated- although she had a bit more
difficulty than usual handling walking on her heels after one drink on
an empty stomach. I ordered dinner for us, and more drinks, and we
were left quite alone in our private booth as I fed her her dinner.
She told me that having her hands done so seemed even more restrictive
than having them bound behind her would be- if they were bound behind
her, she could merely forget them for the duration, but as they were
she would be tempted to try and use them, with presumably disastrous
results- which presented quite a formidable psychological challenge to
her, as she fears exposure in public so.
We finished dinner, and I paid the check and helped her to the car. We
drove to the cinema, and arrived just in time for the movie to start.
We took seats around mid-theatre (which proved to be something of a
challenge for her, as we had to walk down the inclined aisle to the
seats, effectively increasing the height of heels that were already
nearly impossible for her to manage after three drinks with dinner).
The film was a naval drama of the action-adventure type, starring Sean
Connery, and was entertaining enough- but I entertained myself
significantly more by subtly (or unsubtly!) teasing her as we sat.
After a time, though, I became aware that she was squirming around
rather differently than normally ascribed to excitement, and I asked
her what the problem might be. "Stop that!" she said, "because I have
to go to the bathroom."
Ahh, indeed! Several drinks, added to the compression of her abdomen
and therefore her bladder, would certainly lend a bit of urgency to
her situation. "Be my guest" was all I said- and she sat bolt upright
as the meaning of that sank into her, and the realization that she had
absolutely no chance of manipulating the closure of her pants by
herself, let alone undoing the chastity or peeling down her
panty-girdle to relieve herself- and she was quite effectively sealed
into a latex bodysuit, from toes to armpits. I'm sure that at that
time she weighed the idea of enlisting a bystander to help, and
immediately discarded it out of hand. "Oh, NO!" she said, and then
"You have to help me".
"All right," I said, "go stand outside the men's restroom and wait for
me there- keep an eye on it and see if anyone comes or goes, and when
it's clear we'll go in and fix this situation for you."
I turned and watched in the flickering light in the theatre as she
walked unsteadily up the aisle, apparently trying with all her might
to keep her thighs pressed together- effectively hobbling her step
even more than the heels themselves did. I gave her a few minutes to
watch the room for us, as well as to increase the urgency of the
situation a bit more, and then walked up to join her. She made a most
marvelous sight, leaning lightly against the wall on her impossible
heels (once again, her pants had ridden up a bit, exposing stocking,
shoes, and locked anklestraps for all to see), with her rigid hands
hidden behind her, and her every muscle straining to keep her rather
tormented bladder under control.
All she said was "Hurry!", and we went into the luckily unoccupied
men's room together, selecting the last stall for our trysting-place.
I unfastened her pants, undid the crotchstrap of her chastity,
stripped down her latex pantygirdle, and dodged out of the way as she
lunged for the toilet in the crowded confines of the stall- and sighed
hugely as her poor, overworked muscles could finally relax without
drowning her in her latex prison.
When she was done, she stood up and I handled the routine cleaning
chores for her, and then sat down myself, as she stood facing me.
"Well, dress me back up again and let's go watch the end of the
movie!" she said.
And there I was, staring at the latex-clad form of the love of my
life- corseted, heeled, somewhat disheveled, and unable to use her
hands to re-dress herself, rather at my mercy in fact- hardly an
opportunity to pass up! I reached out to her, and slipped her pants
off over her feet, followed by her pantygirdle, both of which I hung
on the coathook. "Pay toll!" was all I had to say- that, and slip my
own pants down around my ankles. She came to sit down on my lap,
facing me, with her rigid hands resting on my shoulders, and lowered
herself onto me- and we enjoyed each other for some time until we both
were satisfied, interrupted only once or twice as other patrons came
in to use the facility.
I wonder if any of them noticed the curious spectacle of my feet
facing outward, and her impossibly-heeled feet facing inward, through
the gap at the bottom of the stall walls.
I dressed her again, and we had just snuck back out of the men's room,
as the crowd began to pour out of the theatre. I suspect that I'll
never find out how the movie ended. We walked out of the theatre,
borne on the flow of the crowd, and went home- both marvelling at the
efficiency of two small hand-shaped pieces of metal as a bondage toy.
All in all, the effects have proven to be well worth the effort
required!
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#13)
>From: wi....@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
Subject: Re: Self-bondage
Date: 30 Apr 91 00:46:48 GMT
Perhaps this should really be called: Another note from the Bottiers (#13)-
with the sounds of caution being tossed to the winds...
On Apr 25, Cecilia M. Tan wrote:
> Topping yourself is tough, but it can be done. Most of the self-bondage I
> have done is mostly mental in nature, but the physical aspect of it is
> important, too. It helps if, like me, you are flexible and can contort
> your body easily. More on this in a moment.
Ahh, there at last is a subject near and very dear indeed to my heart!
I practised self-bondage for many years before I met my husband, as
we've posted about in the past, and I daresay that I've kept my hand
in in the intervening years. Flexibility is a key property, but a
devious creativity and a bit of determination helps as well.
> A question: for how many people was self-bondage your first bondage
> experience (beyond "let's pretend" tying games, cops&robbers etc)?
> I discovered masturbation at age six. It wasn't much longer after that
> I started "pushing myself." I used to do mental tricks, like determine
> somehow how many times I was going to come, and then have to stick to that
> number, no matter how low or high it was (Fate/Luck as the "Top.") Or the
> classic trick of having to keep from coming until some signal... the egg
> timer, a certain song to come on the radio, until the commercial break...
>
> Then when I got into a little pain, too, I used to choose objects at
> random (I had various arcane methods of "divining" things) that I had
> to masturbate with. A shoe, the handle of the scissors, string, a
> leather belt. Some of them were painful, some weren't.
Both my husband and I practise self-bondage, in varying degrees and at
various times, as an aid to self-release- when the other orders it, is
absent, is too worn out, or is indisposed by being helpless
themselves. I enjoy extremes of compression and tension, and find
those sensations to be every bit as overpoweringly exciting as the
helplessness of an inescapable bondage. I find that I can enjoy the
tightness of a self-induced bondage position every bit as much if I
put myself into it (which pretty well determines that I can then get
_out_), as if my husband applies all his considerable talents to
assuring that I _cannot_ get out.
We enjoy self-bondage in a variety of ways. I often use it whenever my
husband is out of town on business for more than a day or two, all by
myself- or sometimes we play games that involve we binding myself
according to a set of instructions he leaves for me, so that he can
find me when he arrives from work- or occasionally, I have used it to
get myself some additional release after he has exhausted himself,
especially if he has already started the job for me. I find that this
often has the added benefit of arousing his interest again (well,
whatever might be _left_ of it, in any case), as I struggle to apply
the pressures and tensions in just the right way, just to cap off the
evening's (or morning's, or day's) play.
And, through years of experimentation, we have found that the same
general types of sensations stimulate him as well- although not as
strongly as me, it seems.
Both of us find the sight of each other struggling against a tight
hogtie to be most delicious, and I think that the hogtie is the ideal
position to start out with for self-bondage. If one has access to two
pairs of leather cuffs and a caribiner, one can arrange a most
satisfactory starting hogtie. Clip the wrists together behind your
back, roll onto the stomach, and clip in each ankle in turn- and the
deed is done. Most men will find that their limited flexibility will
reguire some struggle to make hands meet feet, which will incidentally
grind their sensitive bits into the carpet in a most pleasurable way.
And escape is a fairly easy thing, as the caribiner is right there for
your fingers to manipulate.
If you are into a greater level of struggle, then use a padlock
instead of the caribiner, and just leave the key on the floor beside
you, or perhaps across the room- and make SURE that you have someone
who will come 'round after a while and let you out, because that can
be a very big struggle indeed. Especially if you add gloves to the
picture. Or a blindfold. One word of caution, though- if you like to
play with gags, these types of scenes can be very strenuous, and you
are very likely to get _very_ winded. Make sure that nothing can
compromise your breathing (we have a wiffle-ball ball gag that I'm
partial to, for solo scenes- it makes me feel very gagged, but I can
still breathe through it- even if I do tend to make a _huge_ mess of
the carpet or bed that way. Try it, and you'll understand.)
Most women will find this a bit lacking in the stimulus department,
though, and will need a bit more oof to really enjoy the ride. I am a
tightlacer, and I always arrange to be laced down- even for my solo
scenes, so I have the compression of the corset to look forward to.
And I have one corset that has a short extension on the busk at the
bottom front, that extends down just past my pubic bone- so if I arch
my back by pulling out with my ankles, I can semi-press all of my good
bits up against it- or at least come tantalizingly close as I
struggle, which I find to be _exquisitely_ exciting.
This is fairly tame, though. To increase the level of stimulus, one
merely has to increase the level of tightness of the pose! Tie the
legs together just below the knees, as an example. I also very much
enjoy adding a crotch rope, or the crotch strap of my chastity, to my
own solo bondages- and I have found that this works marvels on my
husband as well! Here are some ideas that I truly love.
We use flat nylon tubular webbing a great deal, and it is wonderful
for this. I will wrap a 10-or-so foot length around my waist over the
corset several times, and tie it in the center front, pulling out all
the slack as tightly as I can. I then take the two tail ends, and run
them through my crotch, twisting them around so that they lie flat (or
sometimes, twisting them up all the more...), and up in the rear. I
then slide them under the waist wrap, so that the tail ends go all the
way back up to my waist in the rear, and then hang down on the outside
of the waist wrap.
We have a one-way buckle on a ring that my husband got from a
camping-goods store- the mechanism looks for all the world like half a
butterfly hair clip riveted to a metal plate, and the spring-loaded
part allows the webbing to go though one way, but not the other
(unless the release lever part of the butterfly is pressed). This I
fasten to my ankles (for this scene, I usually just tie them together
with a few leather straps or more webbing, for the least slack of all,
and I always tie my knees as well). I then can feed the tail ends of
the crotch strap through between my wrists, and down to the one-way
buckle at my ankles.
This allows me to pull slack out of the waist wrap through the crotch
strap, by straining my legs out, and then pull the slack out through
the one-way buckle as I relax my legs. Repeating this slowly increases
the tightness of the waist wrap, crotch straps, and the tension in my
arms and legs to any level I desire! Not to mention allowing me to
squirm however much I want, or really grind my interesting bits up
against the corset busk and straps, or tug the webbing in between my
lips, or rub my nipples and breasts against whatever I might be laying
on (more interesting if clips are added, of course), and so on and so
on. And release is merely a matter of squeezing the buckle with my
fingers. There are also a variety of one-way slip knots that my
husband knows, but this buckle apparatus has made it unnecessary for
me to learn them!
This sort of treatment works very well on my husband, as well- and I
find that adding a vibrator right where it will do him the most good,
perhaps lubricated with just the tiniest smear of toothpaste if I'm
feeling obstreporous, and perhaps wrapping the crotch strap around the
base of the vibrator where it protrudes from his rear so that his
struggles tweak it just a bit, can also be used to drive him wild. Of
course, there are all manner of other good bits down there that can be
incorporated into the bondage as well! He tends not to pull as much
slack out of his own hogtie as I do, though- usually I find that I
need to _remind_ him...
We have a large variety of other toys that we can each use to make
these situations more intense and pleaurable, some that we've written
about in the past- but they are generally expensive, hard to obtain,
or not of interest to the casual public. For example, I suspect that
none of you reading this have a knee length corset, so telling you
that using the one-way buckle as a way of simultaneously lacing the
corset ever tighter and tightening the hogtie would be of little
benefit. However, if you do, you'll need to use nylon laces, doubled,
or they'll break, and reinforced eyelets, or they'll pull out- and the
buckle can slip a bit on the thin laces, which can detract from the
scene. But _oh_, is it delicious!
And there is nothing magical about the hogtie- as I'm sure other
posters will indicate, there are as many favorite poses as there are
practicioners.
Now, if I could just devine a way of tying my own elbows together
behind me in this pose- I find that the added tightness and tension in
my arms and shoulders really helps arouse me, not to mention letting
me concentrate more weight on my breasts, but I have never been able
to dream up any way to do this at all. Any ideas will be graciously
accepted.
> Go on, PUSH YOURSELF. See what you can do, don't be afraid to be cruel.
> After all, you'll know the safeword!
How true- how _gloriously_ true. The very best to you and yours!
- Mrs. Bottier
Subject: Re: Corsets (or, another note from the Bottiers- #14)
On Apr 29, Jennifer Brooks wrote:
> Lotsa folks are talking. I've been studying costume for a long
> time, even longer than I've been a pervert, so here's my 2cents:
Good for you! There aren't nearly enough of us out here!
> Factoid: what folks are talking about in this discussion is the
> Victorian corset (England, 1820-1900, or so.) The Victorian folks were
> amazing in their ability to hold completely contradictory notions, such
> as the idea that men are unable to control their sexuality, while women
> have no sexuality at all, and are in charge of controlling mens'. (This
> is because women were more evolved, more spiritual, less animal-like.)
> (Before you flame more for good presentation, let me assure you that I
> disagree with these notions.) Children were also seen as simultaneously
> innocent and angel-like, and as great sexual temptations. ("Virgins" in
> brothels were a huge draw.)
Too true. For what it's worth, many corset fetishists (my husband and
I included) are rather partial to designs from the early Edwardian
period also (1899-1910 or thereabouts). That period saw the
reintroduction of the hobbleskirt, and the corsetieres of the period
took that opportunity to do their level best to take advantage of it-
with mid-thigh and knee length designs, intended to accompany the
shift of focus from the waist to the hips.
> There was a lot of emphasis placed on self-control, and on physical
> manifestations of spiritual qualities: so if you were a good person, it
> showed in your beauty, clear skin, blond hair, and straight back.
> Backboards were used, and corsets were used.
Not to mention the terrible techniques used to prevent or discourage
masturbation, which was certainly looked upon as the ultimate
embodiment of impurity- and therefore made all the more precious. Many
women became corset fetishists at that time, as there is no question
that a properly fitted corset can be a magnificent tool for sexual
arousal!
> As the century progressed, fashions changed and got more extreme.
> Corsets changed, too. They got tighter and tighter and tighter.
> Remember that scene in "Gone With The Wind" where Scarlet wants back her
> pre-childbearing waistline of **18"**? Now, think about it. A *very*
> slender woman today has a waistline of 24". I have a waistline of 26 or
> 27 or 28 inches, and I'm by no means fat. Those corsets were laced
> *tightly* - by some women.
Yes, and no. I have been tightlacing for over 20 years, and maintain a
corseted waistline of 20"-21", and my normal waistline is 25" or so. I
have gone down as small as 19" as recently as four years ago, for a
friend's wedding. The point is, that after many years of wear,
maintaining a corseted waistline of roughly 21" is little problem,
given a ready supply of well-fitted corsets (not at all a simple thing
to assure these days). The problem comes with attempting to squash 6"
off the normal waistline _all at once_, and with a poorly fitted
garment to boot. That is why many women who decide to try lacing
abandon it after one attempt, when their burly husband/boyfriend/SO
lovingly crushes them all at once, with improperly placed boning
biting into their skin and muscle, which I can attest results in a
_singular_ agony.
No, the women of the Victorian period achieved their reductions
through a regimen of lacing no less lifelong, and involving, than our
modern day aerobics fetishists. There is no doubt in my mind that
about the same percentage of Victorian women actually _enjoyed_ their
regimen, and even became committed fetishists, as the modern women who
our society compels to pound themselves to death in the aerobics
classes enjoy theirs- which is to say: few, but enough.
It's so tragic- there are women who ruin their feet by bouncing up and
down for hours in front of some drill-sergeant instructors, spoiling
them forever for wearing heels! (:-)
> Well, I've *worn* corsets, of different time periods, and my experiences
> negate what you are saying here. Corsets compress the ribs. That's
> one reason why you have to keep re-tightening them for an hour or so-
> the ribs compress and the corset isn't as tight anymore. You also have
> to loosen them slowly, or the muscles hurt from the sudden release of
> pressure.
That is certainly the case with the Elizabethan corsets you describe
elsewhere- but should be less true of the Victorian, and especially
the Edwardian designs when well-fitted. My favorite corsets are
reproductions of an 1883 Parisian design, very similar to some of the
fluted designs illustrated in Norah Waugh's _Corsets and Crinolines_,
with which you are probably familiar. The goal of this design is to
accommodate the largely unmoveable ribcage (after its initial
compression, of course) as well as the hipbones, by the inclusion of
several gussetted flutes, and alter the boning accordingly. This
allows the compression to be focussed upon the waist itself, rather
than simply irritating the skin over the immovable portions- and due
to the forward sweep of the boning, it also helps create the very
gentle forward lean so beloved of my husband and myself.
The problem is finding a corsetiere who can cut the garment to really
properly fit- without that, long term lacing becomes a study in
discomfort, rather than a pleasurable exercise in body sculpting.
> Now, that applies to Elizabethan corsets, and to modern "merry widow"
> style corsets. The corsets worn during the Victorian times really did
> do damage to women. I don't know what the difference is in
> construction, but there really *are* documented cases of women's
> internal organs falling out thru their vaginas, because the abdominal
> muscles were too weak to support them any more.
Here we part company, I think. Please promise me this one thing-
before you post again with information of this nature, research it as
thoroughly as you can. As a corset fetishist, I _have_: and what I've
found can help shed some light on this bizarre era in fashion history.
Please obtain, by hook, or crook, David Kunzle's seminal work on the
subject: _Fashion and Fetishism_, Rowman 1982. You'll find that he has
done a marvelously balanced research into the subject- his
bibliography alone runs some 15 pages, and actually seeking out the
individual references has become a lifework for my husband and I.
This era was rife with a struggle between the fashion reformers, and
the fashioners themselves, and the public at large. It was an innocent
era, and the topic of tightlacing extended into the very bedrooms of
everyone, from the most common to those of royal blood. It should come
as no surprise that a certain level of tabloid journalism was brought
to bear on the subject- and even within the medical profession itself,
much controversy raged and disinformation was spread. And some of this
disinformation (from _both_ sides) became essentially urban legend.
The widely-circulated story of the "Countess with the 11-inch waist"
was no more based in fact than the widely-circulated stories of
"hundreds of women who die each day in the corset shops of the East
End, themselves tightlacers". The truth lies somewhere between.
Kunzle quotes extensively, and equally, from the tabloid literature,
fetishist correspondence of the day, and from the few scientifically
valid and documented studies performed during that era. You'll find
the material fascinating, I'm sure.
> (Btw, Victorian women sometimes had ribs surgically removed to make
> their waistlines even more corset-able.)
Sometimes, yes. More common was that they had them broken, so that the
corset could then mold them as they healed. And yes, there are
documented cases of deaths caused by this practice, due to punctured
lungs and internal trauma- perhaps as many as ten or fifteen cases. But
despite the rarity of this type of occurrence, it still found a great
deal of press coverage in the dress-reform-minded press, which made it
seem as if it was a daily occurrence as they trumpeted the news from
on high!
> >As far as inability to perform any form of exertion that requires more than
> >minimal oxygen intake is concerned, I know that the actress Sabina used to
> >play cricket in a corset. And I know people who have made love in one.
>
> I don't know when the actress you mention lived; I don't know what sort
> of corset she wore - or how tightly she laced it! I do strongly suspect
> that the (modern?) folks you know who have made love in a corset - two
> corsets? - very likely did not have them laced anything like as tightly
> as Victorian women laced theirs.
The photo referred to is in the Kunzle book. At the time, she was
laced down to roughly 20", and was also wearing a metal belt over her
cricket whites. She cuts a magnificent figure, I must say. And by
today's standards, she was fairly tight-laced at the time, probably in
a short corset to leave her hips free- but not that much compression
is required to maintain a figure sculpted by long training, so the
overall restriction of movement would be much less than that
experienced by a casual or first-time lacer.
The relavent section from the book reads as follows:
> Combining film bust with fashion waist, actresses in the late 1950s
> flaunted the most extraordinary diproportion. The best known was
> Sabrina, with a 42-inch bust (supposedly insured at a rate of 2,500
> pounds Sterling per inch under 41 inches at a premium of 10 pounds
> Sterling per week) over a 19-inch waist. According to a news article
> entitled WOTTAWAIST, the latter measurement was challenged by a
> belt-maker of Plymouth named Zygfryd Szmidt, who made her a 19-inch
> belt. "She took a deep breath, and two husky he-men tugged and tugged
> until the buckle closed. 'Is it on?' she asked. 'I can't see it!'"
> Tenuously hinged in an all-steel belt, insectoid, Sabrina demonstrated
> her athletic prowess at a charity cricket match (Plate 82).
Clearly she must have been something of a fetishist as well!
And I would claim that some of our corseted lovemaking has been
undertaken while laced down at least as tightly as the Victorians-
perhaps, since some of our scenes last a shorter time, even tighter.
And I can attest that two corseted people making love is an exquisite
thing indeed- my husband can support my entire weight by clasping my
waist in his hands, and the corset distributes the pressure around me-
allowing me to essentially float free in midair to enjoy the pressures
of the corset from without and my husband from within- and _that_ is an
unalloyed delight!
> It was completely common, in the middle and upper classes, for women to
> "take to their couches," fairly early in life. Like in their late 20's
> and 30's. This meant exactly what it sounds like - they became invalids
> and did almost nothing. They had household servants and children to actually
> do things; all they needed to do was "run" the household, and possibly have
> children every so often. There were real medical reasons for women's
> doing this. Some of them were clinically depressed; some of them were
> lead poisoned; some of them were chronically short of air because they
> even *slept* in their corsets!
Sleeping corsets are not the demonic things you seem to believe they
are, and mine do not make me particularly short of air- but I do not
advocate them unless you share our love for the sensations themselves,
_for their own sweet sakes_. For that matter, I can't advocate
tightlacing at all, even to please a devoted partner, unless one finds
the sensations rewarding in their own right!
> The Prince Regent was Victoria's father. Men did wear corsets, in the
> very earliest years of the 1800's. Women's corsets became
> life-threatening in the late 1800's. It's really not fair to compare
> the two times.
This style of research is really more akin to archaeology than fashion
history, but I do encourage you to look beyond the urban legend into
the realities of the times. I can't help but point out that the injury
and mortality rate from _improperly applied_ aerobics classes probably
comes surprisingly close to that from corset wear in the Victorian
period- but there are no masses of "exercise reform" journalists
printing tabloid accounts of these tragedies, to spur an apathetic public
into taking action to stop the horror. The pressures felt by women
to conform have exposed us to tortures at _every_ generation, and
undoubtedly there are some of us in each generation who have found
these tortures quite to our liking!
You may never try lacing again, as it sounds as if your experiences
were as miserable as many women's tend to be. And I wouldn't dream of
arguing about that experience with you. But if you do decide to try
again, please go gently, and with good knowledge of what you mean to
accomplish.
Enjoy- and the very best to you and yours!
- Mrs. Bottier
<FF>
Subject: Corsetry, and the fitting thereof (rather long, I'm afraid) #15
From wi....@wizvax.methuen.ma.us Thu 18 Jul 1991 11:18:42
From: wi....@wizvax.methuen.ma.us (The Bottiers)
Subject: Corsetry, and the fitting thereof (rather long, I'm afraid) #15
This seems to have gotten a bit long, so skip this unless you are
particularly partial to corsetry!
On July 14, 1991, Dr. Roger Ramjet wrote:
> My lady just received a handmade corset as a gift from a good friend.
> However, the undergarment is just a tad too big -- it will tighten up, but
> it does little in the way of corseting. Is there any way that any of you
> enthusiasts know of to temporarily modify a corset to allow it to fit on a
> smaller person? I would appreciate email or public replies on this, as she
> cannot wait to experience one. Thank you.
Well, congratulations to the both of you! I'd like to add a few cents'
worth on the subject, as it's always good to help out another person who
might develop into a tightlacer.
Fitting a corset is always a difficult thing, and very time-consuming-
but well worth the effort! Before I started having all mine custom
made, I did a fair amount of fitting off-the-shelf designs, and making
my own from patterns- and it takes a great deal of time to get even
approximately right.
I'll assume that this is a proper back-lacing, front-busk modern corset,
extending from just under the bust down to about the pelvic bone in the
front- and that the fit problems are that it tightens perhaps a bit
around the waist and just hangs loose at the ribcage and the hips.
Further, I'll assume that it is constructed using the normal modern
2-layer style, with a sturdy cotton coutil inner layer, ideally a
cotton tape reinforcement right at the waistline, and a satin or other
dress layer outside, and that the boning follows the normal modern
pattern, with one strip run vertically along the seams between
each of the individual pieces that make up each half-corset.
The curves are very complex, and hard to fit unless you're a _very_
advanced seamster- so I'd recommend that you cheat a bit. You want it
to lay very snugly around the lower ribcage when laced down until the
lacing gap is open about 1-1/2 inches. At the bottom, you would like
it to just tighten across the hipbones, and snug the busk down against
the pelvic bone, with about the same gap (or a little bigger).
And the waist should just do whatever it does, so that you don't have
to try and play with the complex curves- for a first corset, you
shouldn't concern yourself overmuch with the exact measurement, as the
effects of compression (to the wearer) and the aesthetic effects (to
the observer) will be quite wonderful, regardless of exactly how tiny
it is. Besides, any more than a 3-4" reduction from the uncorsetted
size will require some acclimatization (and sturdier construction than
you are likely to achieve through these modifications!).
The easiest, most functional way to accomplish this is to take 4 tucks
(stitched-in double folds) in the garment- two on each half-corset.
Remove the laces, separating the halves of the corset, and make one
tuck in the first panel on each side, right beside the busk- let's say
3/8" or 1/2" deep, all the way from the top edge to the bottom edge.
Make a similar one on the last panel, just before the boning at the
lacing eyelets. The first and last panels are the only panels that
have very little compound curving in the cut, you see.
If the corset is a bit looser on the top than on the bottom (which it
is for most of us!), then taper the tucks- for example, make it 1/2"
at the top and 3/8" at the bottom. Four 1/2" tucks will take 2" or so
out of the garment, equally at top, waist, and bottom- and that will
probably really snug it up enough for her to enjoy it.
On July 16, William Blanton responded:
> If it seems to fit pretty well anyways and it's just too loose, fold it in
> half at the back, outside of the corset folder against outside, then run a
> line of stitching about 2" along the inside of the fold. (Again, use a long
> stitch so you can pull it out again, without much difficulty).
> As long as you're willing to put up with the discomfort this will entail
> while wearing, it should work as an introduction but...
Hmm- If it has no busk, or front laces, then it's not the kind of
design that will be conducive to real lacing. Similarly, if it has no
bones, it won't work on the female physique _at all_- the contrast in
sizes and the tension will lead to the entire garment bunching up in
the waist. That's what the bones are for!
Whatever you do, _don't_ do as was suggested and simply take a single
flat fold anywhere- especially out of the middle of each half-corset!
That's right where the compound curve is the most extreme, and no
simple straight fold can possibly preserve it. It is also where the
pressure against the skin is the highest- and I would not suggest
exposing a new lacer to the peculiar agonies of having a fold pressed
into her skin just at the side of the waistline, or worse yet the top
of the hipbone. My regards to Mr. Blanton, but my experience has been
that men's corsets are ever so much easier to fit than women's- you
men just simply have no _shape_, so a tubular approximation works
quite well! (:-)
And resist the temptation (if you can) to take it down too tight- a
modified garment simply can't be as comfortable as a custom fit one,
and if you try to go too small, the temptation will be there to really
pull it in- which will result in either a) a very uncomfortable wearer,
or b) exploded seams in your tucks.
The fitting process will consist of pressing the tucks with an iron
(to hold their shape), pinning them (using LOTS of pins), and trying
on with a _very_ gentle lacing- I used to use button thread for the
laces, to keep from trying to pull it too tight when it is only pinned
and not sewn. After all, too much tightness will pull the pins- which
will probably result in the wearer being punctured by the wayward pins
as they head for freedom- which might, or might not, not be part of
the scene of interest! This fitting process can be iterated on,
pressing the halves flat before taking new tucks, until the tucks are
right.
When sewing the tucks in place, do stitch them down with a long stitch
for a trial run at low tension- then, I would recommend running up both
edges of all tucks with a satin stitch, to _really_ reinforce the
area- especially at the waist. Make sure that the waist reinforcement
tape is well-stitched, as that provides much of the strength of the
garment in this highly-stressed area. The satin stitch also has
worthwhile property of flattening and smoothing the edges of the tuck-
if done properly, it will be very flat indeed, and provide little
irritation.
A perfectionist would use a seam-ripper to gently free the edge
binding at the top and bottom edges right at the tucks, and sew it
back down, trimmed to size after the tucks are taken, to dress the
edges and prevent building up bulk there.
And when all the fitting is done, and the time comes for the first
real trial run, take your time. This may be the hardest advice of all
to follow- and is the most crucial. The problem comes with attempting
to squash many inches off the normal waistline _all at once_, and with
an imperfectly fitted garment to boot. That is why many women who
decide to try lacing abandon it after one attempt, when their burly
husband/boyfriend/SO lovingly crushes them all at once, with
improperly placed boning biting into their skin and muscle without
it having a chance to become acclimated and move aside. This, I can
attest, results in a _singular_ agony- women are gloriously moldable
creatures, but there are limits! The first lacing should just be
snug, followed by 15 or 20 minutes' rest. Then go in another bit,
perhaps half-an-inch- and another rest. Go until it is _tight_, in
easy stages, and then stop there. Wear at the level of _tight_ for two
or three hours, and then be treated to the pleasant discovery that
_tight_ isn't anymore, as the soft tissues have molded to the garment.
The limits of comfort occur when the corset tries to compress
hipbones, or overcompress ribs. Ribs will give quite a bit- that's
part of the fun! But squeezing these bony bits too much obviously is
doomed to failure, so room must to be added in to accommodate them as
the soft tissues nearby are compressed further. Or, when the corset
can be worn laced fully closed- at which point it's time for a new
(smaller) corset!
As Mr. Blanton pointed out, the real way to do this is to have a
garment custom made, and there are several sources that have been
discussed in this group in the past. I agree- if the goal is to have a
corseted waist more than 3-4" smaller than the uncorsetted waist, a
custom fit garment is nearly a requirement. Similarly, if the goal is
real figure training, or all-day wear, then the niggling little
annoyances of pressure points and folds and whatnot need to be dealt
with.
I hope that this helps all the would-be lacers who have acquired stock
garments on speculation, and have discovered that they just don't fit
quite well enough to give that _oomph_ that was desired. Go gently,
and enjoy your newfound pursuits- and by all means, let us know how it
goes!
The very best to you and yours!
- Mrs. Bottier
Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1993 15:51:08 UTC
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#16), was Re: Bondaged from behind
In article <51...@wizvax.methuen.ma.us> wi....@wizvax.methuen.ma.us
(Dan) writes:
> Is there a comfortable position for her to be in while on her knees,
> but bent forward with her hands handcuffed behin dher back? Thus,
> her hips are raised in the air, but her shoulders and head are touching the
> bed.
Ahh, yes, the joys of bottoms-up bondage! There are more variations
available here than you can imagine, as Rob and Beverly (and others I
haven't read yet, no doubt) have pointed out. So I'll just take this
opportunity to embellish this topic with some of our own favorites.
On her knees, certainly- we purchased a sofa many years ago
specifically because its cushions were exactly the right height for
this position. This prevents the strain in her neck and shoulders from
becoming too annoying, as her torso is supported equally well along
its length. An extra dimension is added if breast bondage is
incorporated as well, as her weight will be concentrated on her
breasts, and motion of her torso (voluntary or involuntary) will have
the effect of intensifying the sensations of "boundness" as they move
against the upholstery. Wrists bound behind, or to her ankles, as you
will- Beverly's post suggested a favorite of ours for bedtop bondage.
Also, the kneeling-in-front-of-the-sofa position and a loose loop of
rope at the elbows can turn this simple kneeling position, with ankles
bound to wrists, into a study in intensity. This will put a bit of an
arch in her back, and pull her heels up right to her rear, leaving her
draped helplessly over the edge of the sofa- which we both find to be
a most pleasant image. Add a spreader bar at the knees, and they'll no
longer _quite_ reach the floor- removing her last ability to get
leverage to move. Oh, if that sofa could talk, what stories it could
tell! So, come to think of it, could the kitchen table...
We both happen to be very partial to a standing position involving
spreader bars- as a result some years ago I discovered an ideal,
inexpensive way to make them, assuming that you have access to a good
set of "D-ring and slot" style cuffs. I'll give descriptions of the
bars below, but the position is simple- her standing, facing the sofa,
ankles held spread about 3 feet with one of the spreader bars. As a
rabid foot fetishist, I will always have her on her 6-inch heels for
this, and position her with each foot on a thick book (or if I'm
feeling particularly mean, a section of four-by-four), so that she is
raised up about 8 inches overall- the utility of which will become
more clear in a moment. She is bent forward at the hips, and her
wrists are spread a bit less than 4 feet with the other bar, which is
fastened down in the center to an eyebolt at the center rear of the
sofa, down between the cushions where it is unnoticeable during normal
daily use.
Thus, she supports her torso with her arms, and the heels and books
hold her rear and all the adjoining good bits at exactly the right
height and angle to make them accessible to me for whatever purposes I
might have in mind. And her feet and legs are beautifully displayed
for our mutual enjoyment. As long as she doesn't bend her knees, she
is positioned perfectly- so I'll always arrange for an appropriate
deterrent to knee-bending. Or, for stepping off the books or blocks,
for that matter- she is always very quiet and careful on the blocks,
as they are a bit unstable under her as she stands up on her toes in
those very high heels.
And all manner of intensifiers can be added- from her corset (which is
almost always there in any case, and is rigidly boned enough to
prevent her from being able to use the muscles in her lower back for
leverage to stand up straight), to her scold's bridle, to plugs for
whichever of her portals might be unoccupied (with perhaps a smear of
toothpaste for her rear just for good measure), nipple clips, and so
on- I could go on for hours, boring you all quite to tears, but I'm
sure that you get the general drift. Intensity embodied- and a very
cozy way to spend an evening if there's a fire in the fireplace.
But on to the mechanical part, how to make spreader bars. I prefer
adjustablilty- which costs a fortune if bought ready made. Luckily,
hardware stores everywhere stock adjustable telescoping clothes bars-
which consist generally of two closely-fitted aluminium tubes, usually
with a spring in the middle. Obtain one of these, say a four-footer.
Discard the spring, slip the outer tube over the inner, and cut a two
foot six inch section of this doubled tube- this will allow
adjustability out to four feet or thereabouts, with sufficient overlap
remaining for strength. Then drill a series of 3/8" holes right
through the centerline of the two nested tubes every two inches or so-
make the intervals even. And finally, drill a 3/8" hole 1/4" in from
each end. Slip the inner tube out, deburr all the holes and the bar
ends (to protect the skin of the bindee from accidental injury from
the sharp edges left by the drilling and cutting), and there you are-
an adjustable spreader bar!
It may not look like much by itself- but combined with the D-ring/slot
cuffs, and 3 padlocks with long enough shackles to slip through the
drilled holes, you are well set up. The tubes are slipped out to the
length desired, the set of holes nearest the center are lined up, and
then the first padlock is slipped through to lock in the adjustment.
The first cuff is applied, its D-ring is slipped up inside one end of
the telescoped tubes, and the second padlock is slipped through the
end holes- locking the D-ring on the cuff up inside the end of the
bar. The same is repeated at the other end- and viola! A spreader bar
for the masses, and certainly cheap enough that everyone should have
several for their toyboxes. The D-ring closure provides a double
thickness of leather to adequately pad the end of the bar to prevent
it bruising the wearer, and there is little question about
escapability. For our standing sofa scene above, I'll usually lock the
center lock on the wrist spreader to the eyebolt on the sofa- and that
is most assuredly _that_ for the duration.
Speaking of which, I feel a need to close this just now, and perhaps
conduct a bit of research into another variation which just occurred
to me! If you'll excuse me...
The very best to you and yours!
-Bottier
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Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#17)- was Corseted Ladies, I think.
In <54...@wizvax.methuen.ma.us>, wi.1835 (Shadow Grey) writes:
> Several women have recently posted about receiving additional
> attention from men while wearing corsets. I was wondering if some of
> that attention might be in the attitudes and mind set of the women
> while they were wearing the corsets. First off, perhaps they were
> thinking of themselves as being more sexy while wearing the corset and
> carried/projected themselves differently, sending out subconscious
> signals so to speak.
Oh, without a doubt the attentions of others are affected as much by
the persona projected by the wearer as the wearers' appearance itself-
and this is hardly a silly question at all, as it touches upon the
very core of the tightlacers' psyche.
I am a tightlacer, and have been for many years. I have gone out in
public laced down anywhere from "imperceptibly" to "unbelieveably"
for fully half my adult life, and I have found that the attentions of
onlookers _are_ altered, to greater or lesser degrees- regardless of
how small my waist appears outwardly.
I tightlace because I _enjoy it_- for the undeniably sensual
sensations themselves, as the corset slowly tightens on me under my
husband's (or my own) strong pull, and for the fact that I am then
totally in control of my own form- I can mold myself, as surely as a
sculptor might mold the clay. This has two effects- it has the
wonderful effect of rendering it unnecessary to worry about major
aspects of one's posture, bearing, and appearance, and the pressure of
the busk and stays sends up reinforcing reminder messages to the
effect that "all is well- those concerns are _handled_, think nothing
of them". This control, and the inward and outward effects that
result, have always provided an inordinate boost to my self-esteem.
And of course, if I'm laced down _tightly_, the inward effects are
intense enough that my wabblies can't help but take notice (Thanks for
that turn of phrase, STella!)- but that's a story that we've beaten up
enough already, and not what we're discussing here.
The sensations I feel from the support of the corset gives me a
feeling of confidence that I achieve no other way. It controls me,
shapes me, molds me into precisely what I want to be at that moment,
and keeps me that way- it enforces a proud and upright bearing, and a
the sum total of all these sensations and rearrangements makes it
essentially impossible for me to feel any way _other_ than confident
and in control, in most reasonable social situations. And this I know
others can perceive- even if I were to be laced down under a muu-muu
(don't laugh, I've done it), or one of those shapeless, baggy
sweater-things popular more recently. I am not a tall woman- but a
woman of _any_ stature who carries herself proudly, with erect posture
and not the hint of a slouch about her, will get _noticed_.
And then, of course, if the waist thus created is visible (or
accentuated, with an A-line skirt, padded shoulders, a sweater belted
in with one of those marvelous elastic hook-clasp belts, or two dozen
other ways), the corset wearer can stop traffic. Quite literally- I've
done that, too, and not always intentionally! In this day and age of
cookie-cutter proportions, and a sort of asexual blandness in fashion
in general, a woman who presents what is essentially an ultrafeminine
appearance is a rare item indeed!
I suspect that, at a distance, it may be the tiny waist that gets
noticed first, but it's the proud bearing that holds the attention up
close. And the corset certainly helps enforce this, by its very
definite control over the wearer's body language. It's as if there is
something primordially interesting about a woman who will not wilt
demurely under the glare of attention focussed upon her- I suspect
that most men are very intrigued when their glances are returned,
without the slightest hint of a shy slouch towards the exits, or the
polite aversion of the returned glance.
Which brings us to an interesting point- of course, corset wear is not
a necessary adjunct to this proud bearing. Pride only is required-
thus I should be able to recreate it at will without the aid of my
stays, should I not?
I'm sorry to say it, but I can't, quite. I have no idea why- but it's
certainly one of the major reasons I've been a committed corset
fetishist for lo these many years! Others may find that public display
of their own favorite kinks may inspire in them the same confidence-
as if they were saying "This is _me_, I am what I appear to you to be
_precisely_ because it pleases me!". I can easily imagine it being
that way for others with leather or latex, although they tend not to
affect me as deeply as lacing does. Come to think of it, I am to some
extent affected this way by my heels, as I feel rather like a
5-year-old in flats- but my foot fetish is well known, as well. Your
mileage will most assuredly vary.
> Secondly, perhaps if they were thinking of themselves as being more
> sexy they reinterpreted the signals they were always getting in the
> new light of considering themselves sexy.
There is some merit to this, as positive attention always is a great
shot in the confidence, and confidence can make up for a multitude of
leers. But I maintain that people react to the bearing as much as the
appearance. What do the other tightlacers (if any) here think?
- Mrs. Bottier
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From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.18 (Repost)
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers, #18 (was Re: high heels)
From wi....@wizvax.methuen.ma.us 14 Nov 91 22:29:26 GMT
Oh, dear- if I keep this up, I'll completely kill our reputations as
only being occasional posters, won't I? But this subject is far too
near to my heart to let it go by.
Phaedrus asked, in some article, the meaning of whose number escapes me:
> Does anybody out there _like_ wearing high heels? I'll admit that
> they can accent the visual appeal of a persons legs and posture, but
> I find it difficult to imagine that they can be at all enjoyable to
> wear.
Yes. I do- and I always have. I wear fairly high heels (4" or so) at
work almost everyday, and higher ones often enough. And as we've
written here in the past, I wear _really_ high heels whenever the
fancy strikes me- or whenever my husband requests it, if I haven't
preempted him!
Both of us are foot fetishists of the highest order, I think- I enjoy
the sensations that my heels induce in me, and truly do love the effects
on my posture and the look that they give my legs. And I'm grateful
for any help at all in the height department- after moving to the West
Coast, I have discovered that the average height the of women I work
with has suddenly increased by about 6 inches, compared to the average
height in New England. All the volleyball players would seem to have
stayed out here, and I have to do _something_ to compete! In any case,
it provides a wonderful excuse for me.
Roo said:
> i guess it kinda depends....once your legs start going to rubber,
> standing and
> balance becoome a challange anyway....heels just accentuate that...
Yes. And YES. And for play, or when combined with lacing or some of
our other pleasures, the feelings induced through my hips and legs are
just _electric_! As I wrote what seems like forever ago, on my
highest heels my body is utterly perched on tip-toe, with instep,
shin, and thigh in one straight line. But that's yet another subject
that I've written about here in the past, so I'll not beat it to death
again. After all, I _am_ a fetishist, and this is one of my hot
buttons, so it is quite reasonable for your mileage to vary!
In articles over the past few days, there have been quite a few
viewpoints expressed. There are some of us who like heels, and some of
us who simply can't abide them, and that is as it should be- there are
some women (probably many, in fact) who have structural difficulties
with their feet that would render them wheelchair-bound after a day in
my shoes, and there are many more for whom the aches incurred after a
day of standing on their toes aren't the least bit pleasureable. That
is just right and proper- we all differ in our needs and wants, not to
mention tolerances. However, I'd like to offer up a couple of
suggestions for discussion, and see what people think. And please
understand that this is coming from a dirty old heterosexual
monogamous lady- if you need to swap pronouns, please do them in your
heads.
There are very few men in the world who aren't turned on to some
extent or another by the sight of a woman in heels. Unfortunately,
the professional dress codes of the world, combined with bad
experiences over the years (too many hours spent in heels too high for
the situation), have conspired to totally ruin most women's ability to
_enjoy_ wearing heels- to the extent that many women won't even wear
them for play. And that I find to be very sad!
The dress code at work is non-consensual, as were whatever peer
pressures might have forced some of us into bad experiences. Whatever
structural problems nature gave some of us, that make weightbearing in
heels outright impossible, were also non-consensual. Those are givens.
But what passes between us and our partners for play is consensual,
and therefore negotiable- and futhermore, needs to be separated from
the pressures of the day, the discriminations of the outside world,
and the experiences of the past as much as practicable- our play is
_here_, and _now_, and involves who we are and who we are with. In
private, heels are _toys_, not obligatory articles of fashion. And
toys are to be used for the mutual pleasures of ourselves and our
partners. So- if seeing you in heels is a turn on for your partner,
and a turn-off for you, I claim that it is worthwhile to try to work
it out with your partner- and there are lots of ways to work these
toys into the play, without crippling yourself!
Lothie said:
> Ooooh. PLEASE don't ever do this to me. I've always liked wearing heels,
> but I have these LITTLE TEENSY WEENSY FEET that are 1) very sensitive to
> pain and 2) far too bloody small to be taking all my weight in the first
> place.
Here's an exercise for the reader, then- picture yourself languidly
reclining on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire, dressed in a
fine silk dress, pearls, and a pair of 6 inch heeled pumps, with a
couple of snifters of Courvoisier, waiting for the love of your life
to come and sit with you for a time. Would you feel sexy? I would
hope so! Would it _matter_ if it were impossible for you to walk in
the shoes, if the imagery pleased the both of you? Certainly it
wouldn't bother me- in that case I could always prevail upon my
long-suffering husband to _carry_ me anywhere I needed to go, or slip
them off. They go back on easily enough, after all.
The image of a woman thus presented is very sexy and powerful- it is
clear that she is not going anywhere, and that she is there, displayed
in that manner, vulnerable and just that tiny bit helpless,
_precisely_ because she wants to be. That is a very sexy scene, and
one that would drive most men quite mad!
Then picture those same shoes, padlocked in place. All right- when the
padlocks go on, the ability to walk (or bear weight, or whatever your
limits might be) goes away as well, and that is to be understood
between the two of you going in. If he wants you elsewhere, the price
for seeing you in those shoes, locked on, is that he transport you
there. These toys are no different than any other- undoubtedly we all
have toys that there are tacit limits imposed upon, whether they be
too-big ballgags, or too-big plugs, or too-hard paddle strokes.
Negotiate the limits, and be creative- for the fetish for heels is a
very powerful and prevalent one, and to deny it in oneself or one's
partner is as much a mistake as the denial of any other fetish.
Even I have my limits- on my six-inchers, about all I can manage is a
total of about 6 blocks of walking, and that is _it_ for the evening
as far as me even standing on them. For my toe-shoes, maybe 10 feet.
So we know these limits, and respect them, and work within them.
Rosie said:
> I absolutely HATE wearing heels. My husband insists on them
> sometimes, and of course I'll wear them for those times. When I do
> HAVE to get dressed up I wear flats or shoes with low heels (hi
> phaesweetie). Walking around in heels hurts my feet. Funny, I can
> take a lotta pain a lotta places but NOT MY FEET, please NOT MY FEET.
The thing that's easy to lose track of is that there is a huge
difference between dressing for "HAVE to" and dressing for "GROWL!".
A long time ago, I discovered a fact about the foot fetishists of the
world that has long stood me in good stead- and that is that a
fetishist thinks that heels are a turn-on whether the wearer is
bearing weight on them or not! They look sexy when you're sitting
down, they look sexy when you're horizontal, they look _marvelously_
sexy when you're tied to the coffee-table. They look sexy even if your
feet are not in contact with the ground- and even sexier if they are
_kept_ from contact with the ground by a few lovingly applied straps or
ropes. So how about negotiating with him to give him a dose of you in
heels, with the caveat that he make it unnecessary (or _impossible_)
for you to stand in them? I suspect that even the most intractable of
lovers might see the sense in this, and your feet will still love you
in the morning.
I've just reread this, and it's coming off altogether too much as a
religious tract, isn't it? I realize that heels aren't for everybody,
and that I probably sound undescribably shrill to those of you who
fall into that category. I suppose that the thing I want to convey
most strongly is that the play we enter into with our partners is a
consensual thing, and even the details we take for granted are
available to us to use to craft our scenes. Things that the world has
taken from us, we can take back, and share with our partners- if only
we think about it a bit.
- Mrs. Bottier
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From: an1...@anon.penet.fi (Ol Sarge)
Subject:bottier.19 (Repost)
Date: Thu, 11 Nov 1993 12:55:33 UTC
Message-ID:<130307Z...@anon.penet.fi>
Subject: Another note from the Bottiers (#19)- or, "Where do you get that stuff?"
Date: 20 Nov 91 19:33:38 GMT
In article <16NOV199...@rigel.tamu.edu>, Gator wrote:
> BTW Mrs. Bottier, where do you get most of your shoes and/or toys?
> I haven't seen much of the like near here in Texas... Heels
> above 3" just don't grow on trees ya know.
Our mailbox has been well filled with questions of this sort over the
last few days- and my fingers have worn down a bit from replying- so
perhaps I should simply _post_ a list of interesting vendors, so that
people who are interested in this sort of thing, or merely curious,
can explore a bit. It will be a bit like D!'s list of shops, but I'll
try and avoid those exact locations, as she's already covered them
very well. Perhaps in the long run she might add some of the more
interesting of these to her list.
I'll start out with a few mainstream vendors that seem to be often
overlooked- for heels, there is always the Wild Pair chain, who seem
to be very widespread. They routinely stock heels in heights over 4
inches, and the quality is usually very good- a requirement for real
(as opposed to short-term play) wear. I'm a regular at the one
hereabouts. Look for the one nearest you, for heels in womens' sizes
(up to 10), and heights up to 5". So interested men with feet up to
size 8 or so (and a bit on the narrow side) need look no further.
Certainly their offerings are enough to whet the appetite!
And there is Frederick's, of course, but I for one am more embarassed
to think of trading with them than I am our neighborhood sex shop (not
my favorite place at all, mind you)- but why I can't tell you. They do
list a variety of shoes in at least marginally interesting heights and
styles, and they even keep some platforms around. Of course, they are
also an excellent source for bras and other foundations in an extended
range of sizes that might interest a beginning crossdresser. At the
very least, there are ideas to be had there. However, I'd believe the
quality to be a bit dodgy- trade with care.
There are a couple of companies that stock 5" and 6" heels (some with
locking anklestraps). Dream Dresser, a mailorder house, is one (and
it's also an excellent source for latex ideas for the beginner). They
are _somewhat_ overpriced, but they do have a nice, glossy
mass-market-oriented catalog (suitable for luring the unsuspecting
layperson into trying something new, perhaps) with a smattering of
latex and leather, and a few bondagey items as well- and they stock BR
Creations corsetry. But her stock items are less worthwhile than her
custom made, by a long shot. If you are near them, they have a store
you can visit, and sample the wares. Certainly the catalog should find
itself welcome upon the coffee-tables of many of the readers here,
assuming that said table is not in use for more pleasant pursuits.
Dream Dresser
PO Box 3787
Washington, DC 20007
In the Boston area, D! has mentioned Hubba-Hubba in Cambridge. They
sporadically stock 5" heels (some, again, with with locking
anklestraps), although I can't recall having encountered any 6 inchers
there. They also always keep in a reasonable selection of reasonable
quality latex, and a wide variety of leathergoods of widely-variable
quality. In any case, it is a well-known and useful resource if one
is too impatient to wait for the mails, and the staff are wonderful
people.
There is also Vernon's, on Moody street in Waltham. I wish I'd known
of this place a few years ago when I was assembling my husband's
"there_I_told_you_so" outfit- they are the crossdressers' mecca for
the Boston area. They keep in stock a variety of heels in large sizes-
ask to see the interesting bits, as their showroom (apart from the
front window display) is a bit pedestrian. When I was there, I was a
bit disappointeed- I'd just mailordered his shoes, and they didn't
have anything _small enough_ to fit me! An interesting turnabout,
that. They may mailorder- I don't have their address handy, though.
And in the Bay Area, there are a great many interesting places- mostly
concentrated in San Franscisco, of course. One surprising (and
unlikely!) place down the Peninsula, however, is the Sunnyvale Shoe
Mart. We wandered in there, quite by chance, and lo and behold- there
was an entire display of 5" and 6" heels in all sizes, with locking
ankle straps in some cases- right out on the rack with the more
mundane designs! They also stock thigh-high boots, and a few pairs of
truly amazing platforms (they had one pair of platform sandals with
locking straps, with a 12" heel and a 6" platform- if they'd been in
the right size, we'd have bought them on the spot!). Their prices
range from painful to agonizing, however, and their quality is on a
par with the other fetishist vendors. They do business mailorder as
Pierre Silber Shoes
1014 West El Camino Real
Sunnyvale, Ca., 94086
There are also several California mail-order companies below (which
may actually be only a single company in reality) that stock heels,
and will custom order any desired design- for a fee, and an
interminable wait. They all stock 6 inch heels, and occasionally the
ballet height (7 inches, or higher in the larger sizes). All are
notable because they also stock corsetry- usually the stock products
from Axfords or Vollers in the UK. They cater equally to all sizes- my
husband's corset and heels came from Monique of Hollywood, and my
ballet shoes came from Renee Fashion Company, for example. However,
for custom corsetry (which is, after all, the only kind that _really_
fits and can be worn continuously) one has to go straight to the
maker. I'll list one or two below- it's a dying business, and they
need all the help that they can get!
Caprice actually offers a very comprehensive bondage supply catalog
for $10 or so, as I recall. We've seen it, but never bought it, as we
make most of our own toys. These companies send out flyers on a
quarterly basis listing a variety of items at special prices- the most
recent flyer from Renee lists a special shipment of 6" heeled black
patent pumps with locking anklestraps for $100 the pair, and their 13"
long white satin corset in even waists from 14" to 32" at $99. These
companies can really be a field day for the (would-be) fetishist.
Monique of Hollywood
PO Box 85151
Los Angeles, Ca. 90072
Wendy
PO Box 85111
Los Angeles, Ca. 90072
Renee Fashion Company
PO Box 2804
Hollywood, Ca. 90078
Fine Craft
PO Box 442
Hollywood, Ca. 90078
Caprice
PO Box 27665
Los Angeles, Ca. 90027
Lisa Day
PO Box 2424
Hollywood, Ca. 90078
The custom corsetiere I would recommend is Ruth Johnson at BR
Creations. In her catalog she lists everything from basic
cotton-backed satin ($135-160 depending on size) to lace, rhinestone,
or leather-covered ($270- $325). I have several of her corsets- in
fact, I'm wearing one at this moment- and I can attest that she does
very good work, and has more than enough experience- and patience- to
solve the fit problems that vex the tightlacer. The catalog is $5, and
a year's newsletter subscription is $15 (the newsletter covers how-to
tightlacing basics for the beginner) and is well worth while.
BR Creations
PO Box 4201
Mountain View, CA 94040
(415) 961-5354
We also have contacts with corsetieres in Europe, for the more
advanced lacer, and for the truly dedicated fetishist there are
companies in Denmark, Germany, and Holland that specialize in
magnificently crafted latex and leather creations- but those are
definitely not for the faint of heart (or wallet, for that matter). My
top-to-bottom corset/binder was based upon a design by Schwarze Mode
in Berlin, as an example.
None of the European companies that do custom work for the fetishist
are particularly inclined towards altruism, and the prices reflect
that- starting at astronomical, and going up from there to
Congressional and beyond. But nowhere else can it be said that you can
get exactly what your _wildest_ dreams desire- many of the Europeans
are much heavier players than most of us, it would seem.
I could list the ones we knew of, but thanks to a _marvelous_ pair of
European import magazines, I don't have to- simply find and acquire,
for _whatever_ price, a copy of either Skin Two, or <<O>> magazine. Or
both! The ads are a priceless resource- I had been searching
unsuccessfully for the address of Studio Kat, in Amsterdam, for years-
and I found it in the first issue of <<O>> I looked in. Acquire a few
of these magazines, and a few of the catalogs from the companies who
advertise there, and I guarantee that Texas- or anywhere- can be made
into a _much_ more interesting place. Your fantasies, toybox,
relationship with your SO, and bank account will never be quite the
same.
This last item is one that I almost left out, given that we haven't
yet done business with them- but there is a company in New York that
claims to have a database of over 500 fetish vendors worldwide, for
"latex, leather, PVC, restraints, corsets, footwear, personal and
social contacts etc." The problem I have with them is that they want
$30 for this list- but it is very tempting, and we may get around to
buying it just for good measure. Still, we haven't tried this, so you
are on your own.
Ataraxia International
PO Box 222-CA
Gorham, NY 14461
As usual, I've gone on too long. If any of you have favorite haunts
that aren't listed here, or on D!'s list, please post them- with
97,000 of us afoot, there are undoubtedly timid lurkers in your city
who would really appreciate the information.
The very best to you and yours- and have a happy, safe, and hopefully
a very _nontraditional_, holiday!
- Mrs. Bottier
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