Girdle Stories

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Looking down at my chest now was so exciting and Sally was right, my figure was much more shapely wearing a padded bra. Does Sissy like all her new foundations? I think Sissy would like to wear her pretty foundations all the time now, right John?” Cathy asked. He waited for a couple of moments, and then said “Grey pants.” He grabbed them and then hesitated. My aunt brought my cousin Shannon into the room to change her out of her diapers, and get her dressed for the day. Shannon looked at me when they entered. "Baby!" she said excitedly.

I could hardly pull on my pants over this padded girdle. I really had to pull them on, was hard to button them closed. Anyway this is the first part of a new story. Just a warning that this story will involve some extreme humiliation and it may not be for everyone. And like most of my stories involving male characters this story will also include forced feminization/cross dressing so if that's not your thing you may want to stop reading now.Slip off your ugly pants and slip on your new girdle, John. I think you should wear your girdle every day now, so sweet”, Cathy said to me. Addie turned to me and said what I thought was “muffin top.” I looked at her quizzically. “Muffin top,” she repeated, pointing the roll of flab that poked over the waistband. She was right; it did look just like the top of a muffin. I was now blind and deaf and was surprised to feel something touching my lips. Something was pushing against my lips and when I opened my mouth slightly her fingers forced it opened further and something soft and rubbery was pushed into my mouth. It felt like a heavy deflated balloon. It was pushed deeply into my mouth until I felt more padded leather pressing against my lips and her fastening another strap at the side my face alongside my mouth. I explored with my tongue trying to push this invader out but it was obviously strapped firmly in place. Writer, blogger, photographer, business owner & supermum to 5 beautiful children. I believe we all have a responsibility to be a light in the dark places and to share our stories with others, so they may find hope, inspiration, and motivation, to keep on going, to keep chasing their dreams, and to keep doing good, no matter how much this world tries to break them.

She encourages me to wear a bra in our apartment (and outside if I dare) and rewards me for that. I think all my neighbors know I wear a bra at home. Many times she encourages me to “show it off” under a see-through t-shirt. I am a little nervous about see-through tops around the apartment complex, but no one seems to care. In fact our neighbors, two guys, I think, wear bras too. RE; Wearing A Vintage Girdle Daily Is Essential To Your Health -- Tom Sleifer, 06:32:02 04/19/22 Tue [3] We’d like to thank Ann Hultburg of the USA for her Micro Fiction submission ‘Mum’s Girdle’. Based on true events ‘Mom’s Girdle’ is a story written by a mum about her mum. Now,” she said, “if you’re a dyke you probably aren’t all that used to makeup so you’re probably going to want to go a little further than straight girl would. Is that OK?” I felt myself getting weaker and weaker as the days passed. I was growing into the role of the slave and I granted every request they made. I even found myself thanking them for making me do their chores or massaging their feet.There’s lots of different kinds,” the salesgirl smiled. “I’ll give you some options to think about.” She scurried about behind the counter and pulled out four different panty girdles in different designs and colors and laid them across the counter. “Something like this?” she asked me. Stars shone from their usual places. Constellations don’t really exist. Constellation stars are millions of light-years apart and can’t see each other. My Aunt Doris is one of them. Mum outlined her plans, including care of my new clothes and the need to wash underwear each night ready for the new day. I would wear my new underwear daily under my normal clothes, but when alone I would be fully dressed and made up, so that she could assess my progress. Daily training included deportment, manners, use of voice etc., as I assisted her in practical tasks around the house, including cooking, cleaning and babysitting. Overnight I would abandon pyjamas for a nightdress, matching briefs and padded bra, ensuring my female role developed as I gained my rounded education! But one night I was closing up and Michelle was in the office. She took off her heels and stretched out.

Okay Adam if you're going to live here you will do everything for us. You will take care of the house and do all our chores. You will cook and clean and you will do everything I tell you without arguing or asking. And you will do anything my daughters tell you as well. Think of yourself as a servent with no rights or freedom. Actually just think of yourself as a slave because that's exactly what you're going to be Adam." filed attemptto get rid of girdle addiction -- marcie (girdle addiction is forever), 14:14:52 09/28/22 Wed [2]Take your old bra off John and lets slip your new life on, dear. This bra will make you feel like a real princess”, Sally said. They always called Dad Junior, since he was named after his Daddy. I wondered since I was named after my Daddy, should I be called "Third"? Re: My vintage Panty Girdle has Arrived -- Robert (Movie girdle clip....), 17:38:20 05/15/23 Mon [1] I didn't understand everything I heard but it was obvious to me that I wasn't going to be allowed to slip into my new life gradually. Maybe the doctor was right and it would be easier this way. I vowed to myself that I would co- Re: Girdle Fetishism Not Off Topic -- Alex A (Thinking nice girdled thoughts), 17:33:48 10/30/21 Sat [1]

Marriage, Aunt Doris told me over Baked Alaska, was a bum deal. To be avoided at all costs. Enjoy youth and freedom while you’ve still got them. Keep on enjoying them even when they’re gone, that’s the secret. Aunt Doris was briefly married to a Hollywood millionaire. She thought both things, Hollywood and millionaire, would make her happy. She said she thought her dreams had suddenly come true. Two years later, she got a Mexican divorce and half the rich man’s loot. Maybe happiness was only a dream. Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ My eyes grew large as she unfolded the pink diaper. "Oh no, Mom! Don't make me do that. PLEASE don't make me wear a diaper!"Aunt Doris looked slightly haggard in the morning. Not hung-over. I knew what hangovers look like. Aunt Doris asked me to drive her to the nearest airport, about two hours away from College Town. There was a 7:30 flight for Los Angeles. She said she had to be on it. She had appointments in Tinseltown. Important appointments she couldn’t afford to miss. He seemed to be in the ladies room for a while, which made me smile. If all he was doing was changing his pants, that wouldn’t have taken very long. Pulling down the padded panty, the girdle, and the panties, and then arranging the maxipad would have taken a bit of time. When he finally emerged, he was a even a little more flushed than when he went in. He sat down and then fidgeted for a bit, which made me believe that he used my pad. Hey everybody. If you've read some of my stories you know I don't waste any time getting right into it. I set things up and explain the situation briefly and then I get right to the stuff everyone here wants to read. I do enjoy the stories on here and there's nothing wrong if the setups are longer or people use more detail. But this is how I prefer to do it.