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

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However, she does not act like a dominatrix in the bedroom, confessing: "I'd be hopeless, continually asking, 'Oh dear, does that hurt? I'm so sorry'. Maybe I'm just too innocent. I don’t suppose I shall be allowed to, but I think I could get used to them,” I replied hesitantly. As I took all of my clothes off I looked over the several other paper bags on the bed, and I wondered what they all contained. It was not very long before I found out!

I was handed a cup of tea and we all went into the dining room. The women sat down and looked at me as I stood uneasily by the chair. I knew that my corsets were going to make sitting down very difficult because of my experience of wearing them in bed, and I was well aware that the bones would dig into the tops of my legs. My father clearly did not approve of my appearance and apart from calling me ‘Gloria’ which I hated, dinner was eaten in silence. I noticed that Mum had given me a smaller meal than usual and I soon realised why! Soon afterwards, my father began complaining about my dress and Mum started arguing with him. Mrs A nudged my leg to gain my attention and said, “Well Georgie, how do you like wearing corsets?” At 28 I couldn't really imagine a 41-year-old woman having sex or being interested in lingerie, but alas I have arrived at 41 and don't feel that differently sexually than I did at 28.I wore my corsets at night under my pyjamas and all went very well for a week or two. It was a Thursday afternoon when I got home from school that I found my mother waiting for me with my corsets in her hand. “Where did you get these from?” was her greeting. Now, Georgie, do hurry up. Mrs A will be here any moment so let’s go down and start making some tea”. My Mum interjected, “But you might be wearing corsets more than you think! And certainly you can stay in them until you go school tomorrow morning.” Take them out and unwrap the tissue, darling. I think you’ll find those are a better fit, and then we’ll see if wearing corsets is to your liking.”

On Sundays mornings, when I had my cup of tea and biscuits sat in bed between my grandparents, I enjoyed watching Granny carefully getting dressed, and watched, intrigued, as she drew in the laces of her corsets. My first ‘touching’ experience came a couple of years later, when I was about 15. I joined the local youth club which met on a Thursday evening. There was a bit of dancing, daft games and general nonsense. My eye was caught by a girl named Pamela, whom I knew vaguely just from being around in the village. She went to the local Girls’ Secondary Modern. She was not exactly glamorous-looking, but she had a very nice body. She was quite tall, plumpish and with big tits. As I watched her it suddenly occurred to me that she also was wearing very tight corsets, and I asked, “Are you wearing corsets like mine?” She turned and smiled, her dark eyes flashing. “Yes, and I’ll let you into a secret. My husband wears corsets, too. You may not believe this right now, but you will soon be so used to wearing corsets that you will feel lost without them.” We sat and drank our tea and Mum said, “I wish that I had not stopped wearing corsets like those. When I was a Lady’s maid, my corsets were a part of my uniform and I had a lovely little waist.” I found that dressing with the corsets on was not quite at all easy, as they were stiff and stopped me bending freely. However, I eventually managed, and went slowly down to the kitchen. Mum was making tea and she said nothing for a while. Then she looked me up and down, apparently assessing my appearance. now you can see more of chiffon that is ruched...with tiny pleats..and trimmed. There is a solid slip attached to the under layer...it's the outer top, that drives the peekaboo man crazy.I went downstairs very, very carefully for fear of falling, and at each step my corsets reminded me of their powerful presence. There was the most wonderful hugging sensation that seemed to be enhanced by each step I took on my unaccustomed high heels. I followed Mum slowly into the kitchen, filled the kettle and switched it on. “Don’t forget to warm the pot,” said mum, looking me up and down with great interest.

I was not sure what to say but red-faced and feeling rather embarrassed, I answered, “They are very stiff but rather nice I think.” When I was twelve, my parents moved to a new house. It was out of town on a nice new estate, but that meant that I had to ride my bicycle to school and leave it in the old garden shed at Granny’s house. From there it was less than two minutes walk to school. Soon Mrs A put down her cup and said, “I really must dash, Ted will be home soon, and we are going out this evening. See you both tomorrow.” We said good bye and she was gone. Actually she is wearing a pair of cuff-leg pantees. They look to me like silky-rayon pantees, but it’s hard to tell for sure. Cuff-leg pantees are certainly nice and cool and airy to wear for the summer, so it makes sense that she would choose to wear her pantees. She claimed: "I have friends whose husbands tut and complain if they've put on a bit of weight. I could never put up with that. It's got to be total adoration or it's never going to work for me.

I spent the rest of that day wearing my corsets and went to bed feeling extremely excited. I wondered what my Mother intended to do, but dared not ask. The following morning I did not return my corsets to their hiding place, but instead put them under my pillow. I put my pyjamas on top so they could not be seen. I've never understood that whole dripping chocolate on someone. I can see how if you're with someone you're not particularly interested in, then using food as a prop might help. But food with sex just doesn't do it for me." There wasn’t any opportunity for stopping to sit on the ground for although it was high summer and warm it had rained earlier so everywhere outdoors was soaking wet, and in any case kids of our age didn’t shag. So very soon we found ourselves almost at her house. I walked her down the garden path to the huge, dark porch that covered the front door. As soon as we got there Pamela turned towards me and we immediately started kissing – for me, quite passionately. As we broke for air, Pamela whispered that although her parents seemed to have gone to bed she did not think she should invite me in as she had to go to work the next day – to a job she had only just started. They are not much of a fit are they?” she murmured. “I should think they are about four sizes too big for you, but you shall keep them on anyway. Now get dressed and come down when you are tidy.”