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Hard Laced Ch. 01

By: Learningfast



Krystian arrived in England as a baby with his family in 1946, from Uzghorod, Ukraine, and his parents changed his name to Christian within a month. 

Christian and Jeanette first met in 1963 when she was about 19 and he was a year younger. She was an art student and he a trainee laboratory technician. She joked with him about his central European accent and his old-fashioned name. At first he thought she was weirdly artistic and she thought him boringly scientific. Then they had their "moment" with its five-second glance and some months of romance and passion. They parted, she to teacher training and he to an unexpected place at one of Britain's new universities. They met again ten years later, both on the verge of their respective divorces. It was so easy for the "moment" to return and it did. Within three months they were living together.

Jeanette had always been quite short; about 5ft 3in but cuddly. The negative feature was her waist which measured about 32 inches when they met again. Christian soon learned that Jeanette's bra size was British 34B, so that she was almost parallel in the top half of her body and her hips measured only 35 inches. Unusually for the times, she wore a girdle and stockings most of the time or else a panty girdle with tights, as the British called them. Pantyhose elsewhere in the world. Her foundation clothes always provided firm control and had zips and bones. Partly, Jeanette's liking for firm control came from her consciousness of her thick waist but also she seemed to get pleasure from the effect it had on her movements and shape. When they got to know each other for the second time, she was worried that her underwear would frighten him off. After all, the 1970s were much more liberated that had been the 1960s. It was a different era altogether from the 1950s, when they were both growing up. In fact, Christian loved the feel of Jeanette's figure in its tight skin of elastic, satin, bones and zips. They would sit or lie together for hours whilst he moved his hand over her body, feeling at the tightness and the suspenders if she had on a pair of stockings. She would writhe and murmur as he touched her where it gave her special pleasure. He knew from an early time that Jeanette would try out with him every possible pleasure, which they would share.

After they had been together for about six months, she came home with a copy of Forum, a new contacts and advice magazine on sexual matters. She bought it from curiosity rather than for a specific article. It contained advertisements, including one for Vollers corsets and they sent off for the catalogue. In the meantime, while they were waiting for it to arrive, he had noticed another advert about corsetry and sent off for a booklet. Christian recalls that it cost £1.  This booklet arrived first and it proved to be a collection of photocopied pages from London Life magazine in the 1920s. It included stories and letters about tight lacing in the early 20th Century. Christian found it stimulating and sexually exciting even though he knew nothing about bondage and restraint at that time. Jeanette also read it through avidly and compared its words with the pictures in the Vollers catalogue when it arrived. She decided, not him, that she wanted to try the feeling of tight corseting and they sent off a cheque and order form. It cost £25, which was about a week's living expenses for them in those days.

When the corset arrived, Jeanette looked at it for a few days, running her hands over the white satin and the metal parts. It was medium length, about 4 inches above and below her waist. It had been ordered to 24 inches waist size and she was nervous about fitting it on herself. One evening, she undressed and Christian fitted the corset round Jeanette's waist and fastened the studs on the front busk. Then he laced her slowly from top to waist and then bottom to waist until she said it was tight. When she looked in the long mirror, the effect was amazing. Instead of her straight up-an-down figure, she had a pronounced waist. She asked him to measure it and the tape showed 28 inches over the corset; they thought a full four inches less than her natural waist. Christian was overwhelmed with excitement and wanted to make love with her there and then. She was excited and breathless, running her hands over her body, especially the new waist and hips. He could tell from her eyes and lips that she also was sexually roused. He touched and felt her and gripped her waist in his hands. He felt around the tops of her legs and she was wet. Without almost any words being spoken, they moved to the bed and she lay enjoying whatever happened. She could not and did not move very much but all their lovemaking technique came into play and she arrived a big orgasm. Needless to say, so did he. They talked afterwards about the effect of the corset and decided that they would explore it a lot more. That was the beginning of a five year discovery for both of them. 

The Vollers corset lasted about three months. Gradually she asked for it to be laced tighter each time she wore it, which was most evenings and weekends. Sometimes, she would wear it from Friday evening until early Monday morning and they would enjoy themselves with the sensations and restrictions. In addition, she was continuing to wear firm girdles and panty girdles, sometimes more than one at a time. So much did she like the constriction and control that she would wear three girdles and two pairs of stockings at once. She was sometimes unable to bend to fix her own suspenders or put on her shoes, so Christian did them for her. She loved that degree of restriction.

After the three months had gone by, the corset was fully tightened at the waist but it had stretched and was beginning to come apart at the seams. At its tightest, Jeanette's waist measured 26 inches and some of the bones were visible through the stitching at the seams. They knew that another Vollers corset would not satisfy her wish to be held much more firmly. It had been a good buy for their initiation but she started to search for a custom maker of corsets. She found Gardners of Islington, London and sent off for a catalogue. When it came, it was just a pink sheet with black and white photographs or drawings of perhaps six different styles. The prices were higher that Vollers but the words used on the sheet seemed to describe something altogether more robust and controlling. They ordered a style called Petite Taille. It took about a month to be delivered and it was delightful. It was made in white satin again, back lacing, waist 23 inches, six suspenders. It fitted about four inches above the waist and eight inches below so that it was obviously going to curve out over her hips. For the first time, they saw fluted panels over the hips because the size difference was so great. At 23 inches, her waist would be about 12 inches less than her hips. They looked at the new corset together for hours before trying it on her. They looked at the bones and the busk and the lacing holes. They saw the strength of the fabric with its lining of stiff cotton, and strong binding of the top and bottom edges. The first wearing was a revelation to them both.

First, Jeanette rubbed talc all over herself and put on one of her usual silk chemise, which came down to just about hip height and held her bosom in a shaped top. Then he undid the laces as far as they would go and fitted it around her until the busk studs were at about the right position. It was very stiff and that seemed to add to the smallness of the size. Christian managed to fit the top stud into its clasp and then tried to fasten the others. The stiffness and smallness made it really difficult to pull into place. It didn't want to curve over her hips because it was new and stiff. Jeanette helped him with the busk and eventually they had it fastened on all six studs and a bottom hook. Even fully open it looked small and constricting. Then he started to lace her in. Jeanette always wanted to be laced first from the top to her waist. She said it settled the corset into her waist and hips better than starting from the bottom. So he laced her slowly and the top edge closed completely, fitting her chest perfectly under her breasts. The waist was open by what seemed like a mile. Then he laced from the bottom until that edge was closed and the eyelets made a great oval opening along her spine. He said, "Shall we rest for a bit?" But she said, "No; keep lacing until I tell you." So he did.

For nearly half an hour he slowly tightened the laces until her waist was well held and still the corset was open at the back by some inches. She asked him to stop for a minute and he could tell that she was adjusting inside to the new shape. She massaged her waist and abdomen whilst he moved her a little to put on her stockings and fasten the suspenders. Soon she was moving around the room and bending about to show that she had far more freedom, and she asked him to start again with the laces. Christian found that they tightened even more easily at this second attempt and within a few minutes had closed the corset to within about one inch. Jeanette looked amazing and knew it, and paraded herself in front of the long mirror. She kept running her hands up and down her torso and especially over her hips. They formed a sort of stage either side of her constricted waist. She placed her palms on the "stages" and pushed down. Her face suddenly relaxed. She had discovered a movement, which would become one of her and their standard actions during the waist reduction programme. They called it "staging" - pushing her upper body upwards from her waist and so getting some relaxation of the pressure at her waist. Later, it was to be a major aspect of the lacing regime, with regular staging sessions and eventually a tensioning device to produce an even stronger effect.

After two hours of lacing and relaxing, Jeanette said, "That's it for now" and Christian tied off the laces and measured her waist. It was 25½ inches over the corset, which he took to mean about 24½ inches on her skin. She looked wonderful and kept feeling at herself: up and down her torso and over her hips. There was a reduction of 7 inches or more from her normal waist and the effect was really stimulating. She stepped into some high heel mules and walked about the room and then out into the rest of the house. Even the way she moved was new and exciting for him to watch. They went to lie down and for the first time Christian made love to a really tight-laced woman. She was hardly able to move and all the pressure of the corset resisted his movement in and out of her. She was wet and flushed and her breathing was laboured. There was so little room inside her. Jeanette shuddered at his ejaculation and began to play with herself. She came in about 30 seconds and almost passed out with the tension and the breathing difficulty. She lay there panting and flushed all over the upper part of her body, her eyes wide open and her hands clutching at her waist and ribs. It was far and away the most exciting experience of his life – and hers.

After that, they agreed that they would start at a serious programme of waist reduction with a view to producing two effects. First, a permanent reduction in Jeanette's relaxed waist size and secondly a corseted waist as small as her frame would allow. Within a month, the 22 inch corset was closed and she wore it every evening and through the night, and all through the weekends. When it was being washed, she would wear three girdles to keep the pressure upon her waist and ribs. Jeanette was a true enthusiast. Their sex was fabulous and she learned to come with many different stimulations. They drew up a sort of agreement so that she put herself into his hands for the training and he committed himself to her absolutely, come what may, during the time it took to achieve her objectives. Christian was not to go with other women or leave her ever alone and lonely, and certainly not to let her be uncomfortable or in pain. They celebrated the agreement with a weekend holiday in Edinburgh and made up orders for new corsets from Gardners.

A few weeks later, the new corsets started to arrive through the post. The first was black brocade, quite long and waist size 20 inches. It reached up to Jeanette's bra-line and down to the widest part of her hips; total length about 14 inches. By the time it arrived, the old 22 inch corset was getting quite worn and soiled even though she washed it every week or so. And it had stretched a little beyond the 22 inches it which it had started. The new black one they named Number One and put her into it the very first day it came. She was already comfortable at about 22 inches by then and the extra reduction seemed would be easy but they were wrong. It is not only the waist that needs reducing: the ribs and the hip flesh needs to adjust as well. The stiffness of a new corset also adds to its feeling of tightness and on the first day she could bear it fastened only to about the same 22 inches as before. It took about a month for Jeanette to feel comfortable with any reduction below 22 inches and by then Number Two and Number Three had been delivered. Number Two was a short waist corset, only 4 inches above and below her waist and 18 inches in the waist, with no suspenders. It caused her tummy to bulge out across the top of her legs and she thought it ugly. Christian thought it was wonderful, especially when she wore a flared skirt. He would lie next to Jeanette for hours with Number Two, kissing and playing with her tummy. Eventually she got to like the feel of the rounded flesh and it shrank away in time, as she dieted and exercises and her body grew accustomed to the corsetry. Number Three was like the first corset they had ordered, the Petite Taille. It was also 18 inches in the waist but this time had eight suspenders. It became her favourite style and over the next few years they ordered a number of them. Because of their sizes and the rigidity of the feeling they gave to Jeanette, they stopped talking about waist reduction or figure training; they talked about hard lacing, being hard laced, going for harder lacing and so on. When she was laced up tight, Jeanette's torso was hard and her waist was as solid as a piece of wood. The words "hard laced" described her situation very well and she liked to use them. Sometimes during their lovemaking, she would say to herself, "Hard laced, hard laced, hard laced" as a sort of mantra. It excited her. And him of course.

Those three corsets kept Jeanette going in the training for over a year and by Christmas 1975 she was wearing the 18 inch corsets every evening and all the time from Friday evening to Monday morning. The rest of the time she wore firm control girdles or else the short Number Two laced out to about 20 inches under her ordinary clothes. When she did wear a corset during a normal day, she would wear a firm corselette over the top; she liked the Triumph Style K which she altered herself to make it waist fit better to her corseted shape. Even so, the purpose of the corselette was to "hide" her waist and it was always slack about the waist, under her clothes. The entire exercise of dressing and planning her wardrobe became a serious part of their life together. They would buy more lingerie and the occasional corset off-the-peg (though they were never very good quality in strength or workmanship) to keep their interest in the training process.

They learned a number of special lessons during that year. First that sex can become more and more wonderful for a couple who work on pleasing each other with "toys," positions, stories, plans, sensations. Secondly, that corseting below 20 inches suddenly becomes easier once her torso adjusted to the new shapes for her ribs and hips. Jeanette's natural waist settled to about 25 inches when uncorseted and did not change very much regardless of how she ate or exercised. But corseted, her waist became very much more pliable once she was perfectly comfortable in the 20-inch corset tightly laced. The 18-inch corsets came together more comfortably than the 20 inch had done even though it took just as long. Christian measured her body from time to time and she kept a diary of measurements. Her ribs had changed shape so that the bottom two on either side pushed further into her waist as the months went by. At the end of two years training both ribs curved inwards out of sight, so to speak; certainly beyond the feel of his fingers. Similarly, Jeanette's hips became more prominent and had less flesh or fat covering the hip bones themselves. When uncorseted, he could feel her pelvic bones more clearly than previously. Jeanette liked it, especially since she seemed not to accumulate flesh or fat elsewhere.

During the end of the two years, Christian made a stretching device to help Jeanette in the "staging" exercise. She had always pressed down on her hips during the lacing of the corset. He plugged the main joist in the ceiling of their bedroom and installed a screw socket. Into it they could screw a pulley-block from which he arranged a set of padded webbing loops which fitted comfortably under Jeanette's armpits. The cords were decorative fabric ropes and the whole arrangement looked attractive.  She could pull on the outer cord and exert a three-times upward force through the block. In fact, when just standing under it, she could raise herself off the floor. When being laced, she could lengthen her torso by an inch or two as her waist got smaller and smaller. They used the "staging machine" for making love by swinging Jeanette off her feet with him holding her waist from behind as well as the front. From behind, Christian would hold her ankles and pull her backwards, with her knees bent. She liked that as one of her favourite positions because she could touch herself. From the front, he would hold under her knees and part her legs so that she sat on him in mid-air.

During 1976, they ordered two 16-inch versions of the Petite Taille and started seriously to fit her into it. She exercised and swam a lot, and dieted to reduce the volume of fat on her body. Her breasts were still British size 34 and had developed to C cup. Her hips were 36 inches at the widest part. Her waist was usually half the measurement of her hips. She looked terrific and Christian was so proud to walk out with her, even if her figure was not on display, because he knew what she had undergone to achieve her shape. By summer 1977, Jeanette was wearing the 18-inch corsets for 23 hours each day and the 16-inch ones gradually laced down over weekends and for special occasions. She had left work by then because he had obtained a number of promotions and their life was quite comfortable. Their sex life was still amazing and she was even more enthusiastic than him about new sensations and "games." She was talking about an even smaller waist and regularly wore latex pants with "inserts" and when they went out shopping sometimes. Christian remembers one particular occasion when she wore "inserts" back and front and came to orgasm in the supermarket whilst clutching onto the trolley. Jeanette just stood there with her eyes wide open and her jaw clenched while she shuddered all over her body. He still don't know if anyone else realised what was happening but a few people gave her long glances, rather as they would if someone were having a slight seizure or "fit". When they got into the car, a few minutes later, she had to reach under her clothes and take out both "inserts." Christian was excited by the whole episode but grateful that it was winter time and dark enough not to be easily visible through the car windows.

The corseting had a major effect upon Jeanette's body and its functions. She ate small meals very frequently, perhaps every two hours, just a mouthful at a time. She liked tasty morsels rather than big platefuls. It was necessary for her to take in a fair amount of fibre every day so she started and finished the day with muesli or a potato or wholemeal bread. Her intestine function was greatly affected by the degree of tight lacing. Sometimes her transit time was very short, only an hour or two, if she had been hard laced for a whole day. Her intestine was so stretched out through her waist that her muscle function cleared food as quickly as possible to reduce the bulk under the corset. She said that she could feel food moving through her bowel: actually feel the waves in her intestine and the resistance of the food as it passed through the narrowest part of her waist. Occasionally, Jeanette became constipated and those were the worst times in her hard lacing regime. She had real discomfort and they would sometimes release her completely from the corset. On the worst occasions she had colonic irrigation at a local health clinic, and enjoyed that experience very much. She talked about it for days afterwards and they experimented with an enema kit. She liked the feeling of being full one minute and then emptied the next. She loved the sensation of having the fluid forced out of her by the pressure on her waist. Christian was worried that the internal pressure may be damaging but she showed no after-effects except to be very excited!


Hard Laced Ch. 01



Christian discovered that sex with a tight lacer was exceptional. The relative immobility and the internal pressure add to the excitement. There is a clear bondage element in the three-way relationship between the man, the woman and the corset. Jeanette's cervix was pressed down in her body so that he could feel himself forcing against it. Christian treated her gently at all times except when she asked for more vigour. Then he would just let himself go and pump hard and long. Sometimes she loved that. He could reach round her tightest waist with his hands and she liked to feel held, especially from behind. It was not normally possible for him to lie on her and they evolved positions, which gave closeness and pleasure without restricting her breathing or her movement any more than was imposed by the corset. Jeanette would spend much of their lovemaking time holding and touching herself, and she liked particularly to feel her tummy when Christian was deep inside. She said she could feel him inside with her hands, through the corset and maybe she could. They had a few accidents when her bladder or bowel could not hold out during the hard lacing or his thrusting but they learned not to be embarrassed by such happenings. They even made jokes about them and built them into their fantasies. Food and bowels and waists and tightness and loving all merged into one big experience for them both. They never thought of it as odd or perverted and they still don't. That was all part of the liberation they gained from the tight lacing and it has stood them both in good stead ever since in their relationships and in their own sexuality.

In August 1977, Jeanette met another man who was also a tight lacer. It was clear from the first moment that she was attracted to him. They actually met at the colonic clinic and they spoke as confidantes immediately. After about three months, she said that there was a plan to emigrate to Canada and she had been asked to go. Christian pleaded and did all those things a man should in the circumstance. He reminded her about their agreement from five years earlier. He spoke of their lovemaking. He mentioned the job she had given up and the promotions he had sought to enable her to pursue her goal of a tiny waist. She would not be moved. She left their house on 12 December and left England in January 1978. The suddenness of the collapse of their relationship shook him. It was as if he had never really known her and it took many months before he felt confident again and able to meet other people, especially women.

This was Christian's initiation into tight lacing and figure modification. Looking back, in later life he is still grateful to Jeanette for teaching him so much so early. He had other opportunities to be with other women as they trained themselves to tiny waists.



Hard Laced Ch. 02



Jeanette left Christian in 1977 and he lost contact with her completely. For two years, he languished in a self-made maze of desire for the lost Jeanette, the yearning to hold onto any well-corseted woman, and the emergence of an even greater interest in tight lacing in an abstract as well as erotic sense. 

Then he met Clare, a scientific officer with the civil service. She was 30 when they met and he was nearly 34. Clare was medium height, about 5ft 5in, and medium build. She weighed about 122 lb. The belt she wore over her dress first attracted Christian to her. It was about three inches broad and pulled very tight through the buckle. He didn't think she was wearing anything controlling underneath but her figure looked really shapely anyway. They met at a civil service training weekend and it turned out that they lived only a few miles apart: less than half an hour's driving. They started seeing each other and within a month they were lovers. Clare was very passionate and, to be honest, she had more sexual stamina than he had. 

Quite soon after they started making love, Christian mentioned figure modification to her and Clare told that she had worn a tight belt ever since she was schoolgirl because she liked the pressure on her lower body. He learned very soon that she orgasmed most easily when the belt was at its tightest. Her tummy stuck out below it, and her skin became marked but she liked it and Christian encouraged her.  He devised a way of tightening the belt even more than she could by hand, so that her natural waist could be reduced by eight inches. When fully tightened in this way, her waist measured just 20 inches over the belt. Clare was gasping for breath on many occasions, especially after orgasm, but she asked for it repeatedly and more frequently.  He found it easy to suggest to her his desire for "hard lacing" and she agreed.

He sent off to Gardners of London for a corset to reduce her waist by 6 inches initially, which was more than anyone recommended but she did seem to like the tightness very much indeed.  He got her a style called "Jean." It was long, onto her thighs, and about three inches above her waist. It was made in a black cotton fabric with white edging and a white lace. When it was eventually fully laced, Clare's waist was 20 inches round. But they did not achieve that straight away.

By the time the corset arrived, Clare and Christian had got to know each other very well physically. They met every evening and three or four times each week and one of them would stay overnight in the other's flat. The corset came one day when they were both out at work and it was waiting for them. 

Clare got home first and opened it since it was addressed to her. Then she laid it out on the bed and got undressed. When Christian got home, she was drying herself after a shower.  He saw the corset on the bed and had such a surge of forgotten longings for the tight-laced lovemaking.  He also undressed and jumped in the shower so that, when he returned to the bedroom, she was dry and trying on the corset.  He made her take it off and put on a thin silk blouse. Clare didn't know then why he was suggesting that, but later she realised. Then he wrapped the corset about her and started to fasten the laces as Jeanette had liked – from the top to the waist and then from the bottom upwards. It worked as well as Christian remembered and gradually she changed shape. 

They stopped at about 23 inches and she stood there in front of the mirror, feeling herself and running her hands up and down her waist and hips. She was in a daze with excitement and anticipation. A few minutes later, they were making love and he sucked on her and played with her using his tongue and teeth. Clare came with a huge orgasm and Christian noticed that she held her waist firmly in her own hands as her excitement built up. She exploded into a climax and gripped his head with her thighs. Then she reached down and pulled Christian up to lie on her and to enter her. She was wet and hot and yielding.  He gave her more loving that evening than he had ever done. She knew the reason and so did he, but neither of them mentioned it at the time.

After they had calmed down and become romantic with fatigue, Clare asked Christian to lace her tighter and he did so.  He took in another two inches or so and she began to breathe differently and her excitement seemed to be mounting again. She lay down and asked Christian to play gently with her, which he did, and all his old feelings of excitement returned from earlier that evening and from two years before.  He just wanted to be her man and to have her train her waist.  He decided that he would do anything for her if she would train towards hard lacing for him. After about 30 minutes, she stood off the bed and asked Christian to dress her and take her for a walk outside. They did so and she leant on his arm as they walked out into the night air. Every time he reached round her his excitement grew and she nuzzled closer to him. He thought then that they had made a discovery, which would make them happy together.

Over the next weeks, Clare concentrated on making the corset fit fully closed each evening and at weekends. By the end, she had a 20-inch waist under the corset; about 21 inches measured over the top. Their lovemaking became more exciting and her orgasms easier as the corset grew tighter. Quite often, at orgasm, when laced really tightly, she would leak a little water and apologise. Christian loved the sensation. One Saturday, he laced her fully in the morning and she spent the whole weekend in her corset and they did everything with her dressed over it. By Sunday night she was insatiable for his hands and mouth and for Christian to be filling her.  He had never known a woman like her and believed he was the luckiest man alive. She wanted more than he could give her and he loved her for it. Clare was having eight or ten orgasms every time they made love. And she would exhaust them both.

There came a time when that corset itself was not firm enough and they agreed to send off for another. It would take about three weeks. While they were waiting for it to come, Clare made Christian bind her waist with increasingly tight belts and ropes, sometimes on top of the corset and other times just over her blouse or camisole. On one special occasion, she hung in a loop of thick rope while he leaned on her so that both of their weights worked to tighten it about her waist.  He was scared by the effect but she kept saying, "More, more." So he just kept leaning. 

By the time they could not tighten it any further, her waist was minute and her tummy was pushed out like a football. Her bladder had emptied during the tightening and her bottom began to push open as well.  He let her down and helped her to the bathroom where she leaned on Christian across the toilet and emptied her bowel. It seemed to go on forever. Clare could not sit down because of the pressure on her waist. When she had finished, her excitement was greater than ever. After cleaning her, they went to the bedroom and she was literally dripping with excitement. Her juices were running down her thighs and onto the carpet. By the time she lay down, she was almost at orgasm already and it took only a few seconds of licking for her to go completely wild.  He thought she would crush his head. Then he could get into her and she felt different. So hard and tight but very very wet.  Christian rocked on her bulging tummy and filled her up with his own juice. They were overwhelmed with passion and exhaustion.

Christian began to think that this would be the woman for him, to spend his life with. Only one thing prevented him getting too committed to the relationship – her unwillingness to talk about the future. Later, he realised that Clare viewed him as a means to an end, a good friend who would help her to satisfy some of her longings. Always there was a barrier between them and the future; between her and him in their view of the relationship. But at that time he was happy to be with her and to explore their excitement. Clare never suggested that they should live together in a single house and so they kept both of their apartments, although they moved freely between the two and would spend weeks together at one or the other.

When the second corset came, it was made to a waist of only 17 inches. It reached four inches above her waist and seven inches below, so that it was shorter than the style called "Jean." It was called style "1900." Clare engaged on a program of exercising (mostly swimming and walking) and dieting to be able to close it. It took over three months and all that time she wore the corset every night and weekend. During the last month, she wore it all the time and had to wear loose fitting clothes to hide the extremeness of her figure. 

Every evening when he returned from work, Clare had already laced herself into the corset as closed as she could make it. She had Christian tighten it even further for the rest of the night. They kept a diary of her progress and some of their exploits. She ate carefully and went to the sports centre twice each week. It became their life-style; it was the way they organised their lives together. They got a third corset made to the same style and size, so that wear and tear could be spread over the two garments.

As her waist diminished, her sexual appetite grew and they seemed to spend most evenings in bed or engaged in other erotic activity. They would walk out with her fully laced, or go to the theatre or films, or sometimes to a restaurant where Clare could "trust" herself to eat properly. But always they made love in the evening and often right through the night. Her intestinal workings were always a source of excitement for them, also. She loved the pressure in her tummy and the urges which developed in her bottom.  He loved the feeling of her moving under him and could sometimes hear her gurgles and swooshing insides. When Clare was fully laced, she could not press her legs together properly because of the pressure from inside, pushing out her bottom and vagina. And yet, she had to keep them together somehow to walk and so she had constant stimulation from the rubbing and the squeezing caused by the hard-laced corset. Sometimes she just came to orgasm as she walked up steps. She was amazing.

One of their most memorable (although as you will see for Christian least happy) escapades was when they went to the 30th birthday party of a friend of Clare's, named Bob, in April 1982.  He didn't know beforehand that they had been lovers previously, and he helped her get ready to "give Bob a big surprise." She dressed really tightly in her 17-inch corset and a complete rubber suit over the top, from her ankles to her neck: leggings, camisole and gloves in black latex. Clare looked magnificent and she made Christian polish the rubber with a special spray. She looked as if she were carved out of ebony in the most erotic shape any man could imagine. She wore black high heels and a big long loose dress over the top of everything. 

During the drive to the party, she could not sit in the car and Christian laid out the passenger seat for her to recline into the back seats.  He could tell that she was excited all the way there, by the way she kept rubbing herself and by the sense of anticipation in her voice.  He wondered all the way if she were pouring her juice into the leggings!

When they got there, Bob was the perfect host and gave no indication of any earlier intimacy between the two of them. But after about half an hour, as he was talking to some people he knew, he looked around and could not see Bob or Clare. With a sense of apprehension, he began wandering about the house to see if he could find them. The only places he hadn't seen were upstairs so he went, as if to visit the toilet. Coming from one of the bedrooms were clear sounds of Clare's voice and he lingered near the doorway. She wasn't alone but he couldn't tell what was going on.  Christian decided simply to walk in and got the shock of his life. Bob was stretched out on the bed, tied by every joint to the bed-head or bottom posts. He was tied by his ankles, wrists, knees, elbows, waist, throat, and by a band around his forehead, pulling his head sharply back. Clare had really stretched him out and was standing over his in her shiny black rubber outfit over the amazing figure. 

As Christian walked in she was on the point of lowering herself to sit across his face. She looked up at him and smiled but he must have looked shocked because she said, "Don't worry; it's only a birthday present for Bob."  He left quickly and stayed downstairs for the rest of the evening. On the way home, Clare was fully dressed again and was high with excitement. She simply said that nothing had "happened" and that he shouldn't be possessive. When they eventually got into the apartment, Christian was still resentful but she was ravenous with sexual desire and practically dragged him to bed. She reached down and for the first time he realised that the rubber leggings had a small opening, which could be expanded to let him in. She lay there encased in her corsetry and rubber whilst he gave her as much sexual pleasure as he could, in the circumstances.  Christian was subdued but she seemed pleased with all that was happening. She was so wet with her own juice and so excited; it was obvious that Bob had not been in her. 

By the end of the night, he was completely empty and she was full. Clare was very excited all night and in the morning they took hours undressing her and cleaning her up. All the corsetry and the rubber had to be washed and she just lay in bed with a very tight belt around her waist while he did the cleaning. Her waist was minute for an hour after the corset came off. For the first time, Christian saw the gradual expansion of a woman's waist when not confined by fierce hard lacing.  He was fascinated. 

He forgave her in his mind but the memory did not go away and he learned something about her desires and Clare's attitude towards him – and other men. About a week after that time, Clare started a conversation with him, which Christian mistook at first.  He thought she was going to leave him but gradually it dawned on him that she was asking him to help another woman to train her waist as well.  He was shocked because he thought that waist training was part of their relationship and that no one else would become involved. She was quite open with Christian and said, "I'm not yours; if you're not interested in training someone else, just say so.  I think you'll find it just as interesting as we've been."  He said he would think about it overnight.

The next morning, Christian agreed to her idea but asked about their relationship. Clare was honest and said that they could be friends, intimate and sexual friends, but not a "couple."  He felt more used at that moment than ever before or since. Over the next weeks, he got to meet the new woman "trainee", named Christine, and they all three agreed the way to train her waist. Christine was quite petite to start with and wore clothes UK size 8 so Christian felt that she would achieve a really tiny waist.

His history seemed to move forward in sad strides and this was another, but the prospect of working with Christine was exciting, especially since there was to be no emotional involvement. It would be just a management and encouragement job. There is more to come, to describe how they all got on. As a clue, Clare ended up married to Bob and Christian himself is still single, but Christine was the first of five women who came to Christian especially for hard lace training. She ended being able to fix the collar of his shirt around her waist, so that will give an idea of her success – their success.



Hard Laced Ch. 03



Early in May 1982, Christian met Christine for the first time and Clare was there also, hovering around their conversation about waist sizes and other anatomical details. Deliberately, she was intending to take no part in Christine's figure training, but to act as encouragement and advisor when necessary.

The arrival of a new corset trainee marked a development in Christian's own understanding of his corset fetish. He was disturbed by his own responses to the prospect of Christine's corseting. Although he felt no particular erotic attraction to her, the very process of reducing her waist excited him and produced a distinct but secret erection at each of their subsequent meetings. He knew that it was not the woman who excited him but the fact that she was to be tightly confined and shaped by almost brutal corsetry. That was his erotic drive; his focus for sensuality; and the source of his pleasure. He would never explain that to anyone, especially not a woman undergoing corset training, because it sounded too mechanical and bondage-related. As if he enjoyed just the equipment, the forces, the fabrics, the gradual reshaping of the female form. And, of course, that was precisely where his pleasure lay and he was part ashamed of it, but also part proud to be an artist in "woman-sculpture." He wondered if he were unique in this level of abstract interest in the attenuated waist -- but not the woman herself. His erections were caused by straining fabric, rigid bones, tied laces and the staring, gasping, trembling body that was held within them.

For her part, Christine was open and uncomplicated in her approach.

"I just want to reduce my waist to the minimum for my body," she told them, "I know that I can pull a belt to about 20 inches but I really would like to be tiny. I've read all the books and articles so I know it's dangerous. But I'm ready for anything it takes. You tell me about diet, exercise, painkillers, breathing, toilet -- everything and I'll do it."

Christian felt a need to be cautious. 

"You must know it's up to you. Tell me why you want to do this. I'm not going to be a policeman on your waist. I'm not going to punish you or anything like that if you give up. You decide when we start and I'll tell you the method and the pace. But it's for you to decide to go on to each stage. Yes? Agreed?"

"Yes. I agree. I just want to do it for my pleasure -- my satisfaction. Don't ask me too much, please. I have a yearning and I don't care if my life is affected. I want to be really tiny at my waist. No one's talked me into it. I just want it for myself and I'll do anything you tell me so long as it's about my waist."

Clare asked if Christine wanted to start soon or after more thought and talking.

"I want to start now; today; and to be very small within a few weeks or months. If it takes me years and years, I don't care. I just want it to happen. Do you want to help me or just talk about it?" She was getting impatient.

Christian responded, "Let's measure you now and I'll order your first corset immediately." He stood up and went to get the tape measure and the callipers her used for measuring Clare's body all those years earlier and Jeanette before her. 

While he was out of the room, Clare thought she's better check again the resolve of this young woman who was more of a girl.

"You do know, don't you, that you'll not be in control of your eating or drinking, or of the toilet or anything private at all? He'll want to know all about your periods. Are you ready for all that?"

Christine was becoming suspicious and tense.

"Why are you trying to talk me out of this? You've made your waist small so why stop me? I'm determined - and you said he'd help me; so just let him and me sort it out. OK?"

Christian came back and carefully measured Christine in over twenty different parts of her body. She undressed to her panties and bra and he felt all over her skin. He squeezed on her ribs, especially the bottom floating ribs, until she thought she'd be bruised. He wrapped a rope around her waist and pulled harder than ever she could for herself, until she seemed to be cutting in two. He pressed on her hipbones and actually did bruise her skin. The flesh and fat over her torso, and especially her waist, were both measured to the nearest millimetre. After nearly an hour, Christian had the full measure of her body and he filled out the order form for a wasp-waist corset with waist 20 inches, bottom ribs 29 inches and top hips 35 inches. It was to be 12 inches long, covered in white brocade and with a hard front busk. This would give Christine a reduction of 6 inches if and when it could be closed onto her.

For two weeks, Christine had to wait but she visited Clare and Christian every few days, and they all talked about her training. She dieted a little and reduced her weight by about 4 lbs. and wore a 22-inch tight broad leather belt about her waist all the time during every day and a softer fabric version during nights. She wanted to know about her intestines and the effect the pressure would have on her digestion and her toilet routine. Would she be able to drive or cycle or swim or go for long walks? Clare passed on her experiences and was totally frank and open. She spoke about small meals and the importance of preventing feelings of fullness, and so avoiding indigestion and heartburn. She was very forthright indeed about intestinal health and the advisability of regular purging, enemas and colonic irrigation. They exchanged ideas on fashion and agreed that high heels and a stiff collar added to the sense of control and propriety, which the corseting itself was designed to produce. 

Christine acquired two pairs of 4-inch heeled court shoes and two others with 4½-inch block heels and platform soles. She got some shirts with proper stiffened collars and some silk scarves to wrap around her throat under the fastened collars. For skirts, she had some already which would suffice until her waist had attenuated a little. They were pencil skirts, fitting below her knee or else mid calf, with cuff waists and gores to shape her hips. Christine thought that she'd be able to alter her skirts for the first couple of reductions. For wearing under her corsets, she got a selection of silk, nylon and lawn camisoles. In her mind, she had started already on the pathway to a tiny waist and total control of her life and anatomy.

On one occasion during the two weeks, Clare undressed and displayed her figure for Christine, to show how her body had changed. Two features were particularly interesting to Christine. First, that Clare's abdomen curved upward and inward from her pubic area, making her groin seem to stand out. In fact, the tightness of her corseting meant that all the soft, forward parts of her abdomen were pulled towards her spine. Inside, her intestine and bladder, ovaries and vagina, were pulled slightly out of place after years of training. They were now pointing and located towards her spine. 

Secondly, her lower ribs had become compressed so that the bottom floating pair actually disappeared into her thorax. The pair above was deformed inwards and downwards so that they almost touched within her corset, at least 2 inches lower at the front than they would be naturally. Her breastbone was no longer flat along the contour of her chest, but pointed inward at its bottom edge under the top of the corset. Christine was fascinated by everything she learned. She took "lessons" in toilet management and experimented for herself with purging, until she could predict her own evacuation within a few minutes. This would be important for the extra tight lacing later in her waist training programme.

She participated in Clare's lacing and learned how to judge the rate of tightening, as well as how to tie off the final knot. By the end of the wait, she was ready and full of ideas for her own training. She was excited and aroused by the entire experience. Christian noticed that she showed all the signs of real sexual arousal: flushed face and shoulders, shortness of breath, bright eyes, tension in her muscles and her voice. He and Clare discussed it, when they were alone at night.

"Did you see her throat and cheeks?" asked Clare, "She's excited as if she were with a man. I bet she's hot and wet. She'll be a really good tight lacer if that's what she's feeling."

"Her waist is really flexible you know. She'll lace in by six inches quite easily, I reckon," added Christian, "I haven't told her, but her spine and ribs are already lined up for compression and the gap from her ribs to pelvis is bigger than yours. She should be able to corset to her absolute minimum without much adjustment and no discomfort at all."

Then he expressed a worry. "You don't think it'll come between us, do you. Tight lacing is exciting for me, you know, and she's obviously turned on by the whole thing. I bet she'll orgasm just from the pressure. I don't want it to be problem for you and me. I really care about you, you know. I'm your fella. I don't want Christine to be a problem."

Clare was almost dismissive. "Don't be silly. What we have is our special thing. It'll only finish when we want it to. This little girl won't come between us." He knew that he should be reassured but still felt uneasy about the plan they'd made together. Even Clare's words didn't really give him confidence for some reason.

And so they got ready for the start of Christine's training. One morning, the corset arrived in its familiar long brown paper parcel. There were eight metres of lace through the back eyelets and Christian removed it all, to re-lace it in his special way. Then Christine would get better support at her waist than was usual in commercial methods of lacing. It was one of his secrets. The corset was very firm indeed. It had the firm front busk with six studs, six bones to each side, two fluted panels over each hip and a reinforcement tape around the inside of the waist. Christian measured it and, as he ordered, it measured exactly 20 inches inside the waist and about 21 inches around the outside. Clearly, it had been made to a very precise model and, once again, Christian whispered a little blessing upon the artist who was also the corset-maker.

The very next evening, Christine arrived for her first fitting. She was flushed with excitement and almost in a hurry to be fitted into her new corset. Christian and Clare helped her undress and put on one of her new camisoles. They got her to stand with her arms raised whilst the new stiff corset was fastened round her figure. For nearly an hour she sat with the corset loosely fitting her body, underneath a dressing gown. She sat in a warm place and the corset settled into her figure a little more as its temperature rose. Then she removed the dressing gowns and stood whilst Christian pulled the laces to give a definite pressure on her waist. Then she sat for a little longer in the warmth until the corset settled even further. Christian was careful to ensure that the corset's laced back opening was always parallel so that the bones did not bend more that they were designed to do; so that the forces lining up in the fabric did not put too great a strain on the stitching or the fibres of the layers of cloth.

This process was repeated for most of the evening and by 10:00 the corset was laced to within one inch of closure, all the way along the boned back. Christian was careful to keep the opening straight and even. Then at 10:15, Christine was undressed again to her corset and panties, and helped to lie on her front on their soft rug. She was told to stretch out her arms above her head along the rug and her legs straight out in the opposite direction, and her head on a small cushion. Christian knelt to one side.

"This'll be smooth but not really gentle," he explained, "stop me if it hurts but not otherwise."

Christine nodded her agreement and took a breath. Christian gradually forced the laced back towards closure. Fraction by fraction of an inch, the parallel boned opening became narrower until only about ½ inch remained. He stopped at that stage and almost spoke, to see if Christine was still comfortable, but he could see that she was wriggling inside the corset, flexing her buttocks and breathing in hot little bursts. He stood back quietly and Clare also kept her distance. They watched as Christine came to a quiet but distinct orgasm before their eyes. She writhed as much as the corset would allow and gave a huge sigh, entirely within her shoulders and chest, since she could not breath in her thorax at all. 

Without saying anything, he returned to his lacing and smoothly but firmly laced Christine to the full extent of the corset. He helped her to stand and Clare led her to the long mirror. She looked at herself and ran her hands over her new shape. Her breathing was still short and a little ragged and her shoulders were still flushed, as were her breasts and her throat. She pressed with her palms against her flattened stomach and the firmness of her hips and bottom. She held her own breasts in the cups of her hands and the other two could see her nipples standing out hard and long.

"Please can I be alone for a minute?" she asked and they went to their kitchen, closing the door behind them. When she was sure no one would see or hear her, Christine reached down and held her lips between her legs and pressed hard up against the urgency in her vagina. She pressed and relaxed, pressed and relaxed, all the while staring at herself in the mirror. Her breathing became sharp again and her eyes stared. The flush returned and slowly but deliberately she collected the sensations towards another great orgasm. When it came, she let out all the breath she had in her constricted lungs and forced her hand against her warm quivering lips and vagina. She almost staggered with the sudden release of sexual tension before resuming breathing as normally as she could. She knew then, at that moment, that she wanted to be that shape, that controlled and that excited for the rest of her life. She returned her hands to her waist and pressed and pressed again against the hard bones and the taut fabric. She was not completely comfortable but that did not matter: she had the sensations and the posture that she had been seeking. She knew that she wanted more pressure, control, shape and, if she was honest with herself, more discomfort and more submission to the life of the corset.

That night, Christian gave her tips on loosening and refitting the corset and then drove her back to her apartment. She agreed not to take off the corset for a full two days. Then she would visit Christian and Clare for further fitting and to take a bath under supervision. During the two days, Christine received a phone call every few hours, both at home and at work, to encourage her and to check on her well-being. At each call, she told them how she felt and how her body was reacting. She recounted her eating and drinking during the two days, and her visits to the bathroom. Although she did not mention it, it was obvious from her heightened excited tone that she was also receiving very considerable erotic pleasure from her training and constriction. At the end of the two days, Christian collected her and brought her to his apartment. He watched her throughout the drive and noticed a number of things about her behaviour and her manner. She was quiet but flushed, still but vibrating and fidgeting, calm and self assured but her voice was raised a little and she talked all the time. Clearly, she was excited about her situation and at the prospect of the next few hours.

During the evening, Christine's corset was removed slowly, over 15 minutes or so. Her camisole was lifted over her head and she stood there in bra and pants. She felt down at her waist and the skin on the rest of her torso. She felt and played with the slight ripples and creases left by the corset and the camisole. But more than anything else, she placed her hands on her waist and pushed inward to see the effect of 48 hours of firm lacing. She was delighted and gave a little squeak of pleasure.

"How does it feel to be free of your corset?" asked Clare, "Do you feel better or not?"

"I feel loose and weak but not in my body -- more in my head and feelings. Do you know what I mean?"

"I certainly do," replied Clare. "In a few weeks you'll never want to be without your corset and after some months you'll not able to be without it."

"I already don't want to be without it," said Christine as she continued to hold and touch her body where the corset had shaped her. "I can feel myself expanding -- is that possible?"

Christian had been sitting to one side, to let the women talk but now he spoke, "Within an hour, your body will have relaxed and all the work of the week will be lost. That's why you must shower and be corseted again as quickly as possible."

And that is what they did. She spent just a few minutes in the shower and came out with her hair in towels. Clare helped her dry, and oiled her skin, particularly around her waist, and then applied talc. She spent a few moments inspecting Christine's skin for chafe marks and was pleased to see none worthy of comment. They dressed Christine in fresh bra and pants, and a clean camisole, and then placed the second corset around her -- but loosely for the time being. As they came into the sitting room, Christian rose and came across to commence the re-tightening. 

He told Christine what to expect. "We must fasten you in as quickly as possible to regain the shape. Is that alright?"

"Yes. Do it quickly," said Christine. "I really want to be tight again."

Within ten minutes, Christian had almost closed the corset onto her body and she stood in front of the long mirror pressing her hands over her shape, feeling at the bones and the tautness of the fabric. Whilst she was almost tightened, but not quite, Clare helped her to dry and brush her hair. When she was ready, Christian laced the final inch or so and she was reshaped as before. That was the first of many such evening over the next three months, until Christine was able to unlace and re-lace herself with speed and comfort.

Christine's progress was rapid to start with and then slowed until she became despondent about ever reaching her goal of a truly tiny waist. Christian and Clare explained the process, and how her body would need to adjust in stages. After six months, her waist was 18 inches for 24 hours every day, except when showering. For the next 10 weeks or so, she could not lace any tighter, even with a new corset of 17-inch waist. The laces broke on two occasions and on a third she found herself very uncomfortable at even a fraction of an inch below the 18 inches she had attained. Christian and Clare encouraged her to relax into the 18-inch shape for a short time and, sure enough, in the eleventh week she found that the laces pulled a little closer without extra effort. She was off again on her quest. Within a month, she was able to lace to 17 inches for most of the time although she could not sleep with that degree of pressure. She wore an 18-inch or even a 19-inch corset at night.

During the twelfth month of Christine's training, Christian measured Christine again and ordered three fresh corsets, two at waists of 16 inches and one at 15 inches. He explained to her that she would not be able to wear these corsets for some time, but they were there, in existence, as further encouragement to train seriously.

"I don't need encouragement," remarked Christine to Clare one day, "All I ever want is to be smaller and smaller. I'll do whatever it takes." 

She was as good as her word and over the next 18 months gradually trained her body to take the 16-inch waisted corsets during the day and 17 inches at night. On one unforgettable evening, Clare commented that Christine's waist had the same measurement as Christian's shirt necks.




Hard Laced Ch. 03



"Oh, that would be fun," Christine said, "Please may I try fastening your collar around my waist?"

The effect was ridiculous to see but startling and erotic for all of them. She stood there with her waist in a stiff collar and the shoulders of the shirt hanging out over her hips. Christian knelt in from of her and fastened the buttons so that she seemed to be wearing a skirt with arms. She felt at herself through the fabric and at the tightness over her waist and hips. Later that night, back at their home, Clare made Christian put on the shirt and make love to her. For them both, the memory of Christine's excitement fuelled their own and they took leisurely pleasure with Clare's corseted waist and Christian's shirt.

Everyone noticed the many changes taking place in her body: the smallness of her waist certainly but also an increase in the size of her breasts and a slight filling-out of her hips and bottom to produce a very voluptuous figure indeed. She was soon surrounded by young (and older) men who wished to take her places, show her fashionable and expensive restaurants, visit exhibitions and shows, be seen with her in formal situations as well as at parties and friendly get-togethers. She became famous, perhaps notorious, for being excited and coming to quiet orgasm in semi-public places, from the rubbing and stimulation of her clothes and corsetry. 

Eventually she selected one of the younger men, about four years older than herself, named Peter and it was clear that they were in love. It was also obvious that they enjoyed a shared lust and fascination with Christine's waist. At 16 inches, her waist could be grasped by Peter's hands with his thumbs and fingers meeting. The fact that they enjoyed each other's bodies was obvious even though they were discreet, and all their friends wondered how they made love and how Christine's waist came into their passion. At an evening party, Christian brought one of his shirts and fastened the neck about Christine's waist, so that it fitted over her hips as he fastened the buttons all the way down the front. It was greatly admired as an exhibition of Christine's figure and Peter was clearly fired by an idea for when they returned home.

Her career also blossomed at the same time. She worked in an architectural office as an administrator but was soon sponsored by the partnership to receive special training and qualifications in aspects of planning and design as they affected trees and the natural environment. These aspects of the work were very much in Christine's area of personal interest and she embarked on that training with as much eagerness as she had with her waist.

Towards the end of her second year of waist training, Christine agreed with Christian and Clare that her goals were being achieved and that she should no longer think of herself as their trainee. She had achieved the distinction of being not just tight laced but truly hard-laced in the way that Christian and Clare had sought for her. From then on, she visited them as friends and they spent days together in relaxing and visiting places of interest, by way of occasional vacations and trips. As a foursome, they had a special secret and it bonded them together.

However, relations between Clare and Christian were not developing so well. Periodically over the two year time of Christine's training, Clare had visited Bob's house and, on one memorable occasion, had been "unable to drive home because of trouble with the car." Next morning at 11:00 she arrived home and said it had not been anything particular and that Bob had sorted it out. Christian knew the signs and they had spoken seriously about her activities. 

She was as honest as ever and told him, "Bob and I have started again. We don't know what to do but I want to be with him sometimes. Not every day or even every week but sometimes. I'm sorry. It's not very good for you, is it?"

Christian was too experienced in life and love to be devastated but he was hurt. "What do you expect me to do? Shall I leave? I don't want to get in the way but I still have a big love for you and we've done so much together." 

She did not answer but it was evident to them both that their time together was coming to an end. Within three months, Christian again became a man who had no one to share his life and passions, although he had so recently known two women who had relied upon his expertise and wealth to help them train their waists and bodies. It was not in his nature to be despondent but he felt very much alone for the first time in many years. He decided at this time to advertise his expertise and willingness to help train figures by tight lacing. The wording of his advert was explicit and he had to redraft it many times for it to be accepted in newspapers. In August 1984, this notice appeared in local and national papers.

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Want a tiny waist?

Film-star figure?

No special diets or exercise.

You can train your figure to be the perfect classical hourglass from the Victorian and Edwardian era, with my special designs of clothing and a little self-discipline.

Purely a business relationship with you in charge, but with no fees to pay. Bring a friend if you like. I do it out of interest and lifetime fascination with the perfect female figure. I will advise and you will buy whatever clothes or other items you need for the programme. I am located in London but we can arrange to meet at any venue convenient for you.

Contact Christian on...

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Christian received only four replies but one, in particular, caught his attention and his enthusiasm. She was Sophie and he knew from the first call that he had found another potentially dedicated hard lacer.



Hard Laced Ch. 04



Their first telephone conversation could not have foretold better the honesty and simplicity of the relationship which was to develop. Sophie knew what she wanted. He knew immediately that he could provide what she wanted and that he would enjoy making his contribution. Hers was the fourth of the calls arising from his advertisement

"Is that Christian who advertised about waist training?" 

"Yes. Is that what you'd like to do?" He thought to himself; why delay the real questions?

"Well; yes. I want to start as soon as possible and make my waist small -- tiny even. Can you tell me about it? I don't have any money but may be able to pay you back one day."

"I don't want money from you. I want to be the person who helps you to train. Shall we meet soon and see what we think?"

Sophie was cautious for the first time. "I'm not looking for a man, you know. No sex. Do you know that? Your advert says business relationship. That's all I want. You've got to understand that." 

"That's fine. It's all I want. I've an interest in waist training and I'll want some pictures and maybe a video but nothing porno. You can believe me." He sounded honest and convincing because that's what he truly believed about himself and about their situation.

They met at a garden centre coffee shop, of all places. There was bustle in the garden centre, children playing on the swings and frames, the chink of cups and saucers, and they sat talking over tea and cake. It was the beginning of September 1984. She was surprised at his appearance. His voice had sounded younger but he was obviously about 40. He was quiet but not threatening. He reminded her of a schoolteacher she had once known: quiet, knowledgeable, confident, and inspiring. Without realising it, she was leaning towards him over the table and listening to every word he was speaking.

He liked her straight away. Sophie said that she was 24 years old and she seemed fit and healthy. His practised eye assessed her figure and he could see that she was dressed to hide a thick waist. Not that Sophie was heavy: he thought that she would be size 12 but with a waist of 30 or 32 inches. She was about 5 foot 4 inches tall. He spoke quietly and straightforwardly about waists and corsets. She seemed to want him to keep his voice down and he was happy to oblige because that was his inclination also.

"Have you an idea of the waist size you want?" he asked.

"Well, I've worn a theatre costume corset that was supposed to be 26 inches - that's maybe 4 inches less than my normal figure. Depending on my weight at any time, you know. Is that good, do you think?"

He could not tell if she had answered his question so he tried again. 

"Is 26 inches your target then? I've known some women who've looked for a 15-inch difference to their hips, let's say. Do you have an idea of what you'd like to be?"

She was still cautious. "I'm not sure. I just want to be very small. Don't ask why, please. I just do and I'll do anything to get there. I'm risking a lot talking to you like this so please just go along with me until I've learned some more. Is that OK?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. I don't mean to push or pry. We'll go at your speed. You use my knowledge and I'll enjoy your success. How's that sound?"

And so the bargain was reached. Within a few days, Sophie had visited Christian's apartment and been measured. Her waist turned out to be the odd value of 31 inches; so he assumed it could be taken as 30 inches. There was quite some slackness in her torso muscles and fat around her waist, and he assessed that Sophie could take significant compression if the corset design was correct.

He ordered two corsets with the same reduction of six inches on her waist and another one at eight inches. All would be covered with white satin brocade, with a figured floral design. One was short, almost a waspie, for work and casual wear; another was the proper training corset, long and high for regular wear whenever possible and certainly through the night. The third tighter corset was styled with a distinct waspiness at the waist and to be worn for special occasions and as an "inducement." Throughout the measurement and ordering process, Sophie was excited. She found herself going back to her house each day and reading into her interest, playing to excite herself and wearing her belts tighter than ever. The time spent waiting for the corsets to be delivered was the most tense of her life. She wanted to be on the way to her tiny waist, progressing towards her goal each day and week.

The corsets were delivered together, to Christian's apartment. He laid them out on the table and looked at them carefully to see that they conformed to his order. He measured them and checked the bones and the stitching. That evening he called Sophie. He took the corsets to Sophie's apartment and found her ready showered, talced, and dressed in a camisole under her housecoat. Sophie was excited by the prospect of her first real lacing, and Christian could see the excitement in her eyes and her agitation.

He did not wish to spend too much time merely talking about their evening and was relieved at her haste. She threw off the housecoat and stood before him in panties and camisole. She was surprised at herself that she showed no embarrassment in front of this man who was practically a stranger. He had measured her and probably knew more about her body and its shape than even she ever did. He had advertised and Sophie had replied. He had touched, held and felt at her body without making advances. Here he was, standing fully clothed next to her, and in his hands the instrument of her excitement; the device which she had invited him to obtain for her and now he would encase her in it. From her earlier experiments with tight belts, she knew that her skin would be pressed, her breathing shortened, her movements restricted. In her imagination, she was already the enclosed tiny-waisted woman of her dreams. The palms of her hands could feel in prospect the hardness of her body within the corset, at some day in the future. Not long in the future, she hoped and planned.

Christian opened the parcel and lifted out the first corset; the one in which he wanted to enclose her at this beginning; the long training model with waist of about 24 inches. He pulled at the two halves of the corset and opened the laces as much as he could. Sophie raised her arms as he wrapped the corset around her torso and fastened it on the eight studs at the front. It seemed loose and big on her. She tugged the front busk into position, straight down from her breasts to her groin. The top seemed very open; floppy almost. The waist imposed no pressure whatever on her body. A sense of disappointment began to dawn over Sophie and her eyes turned to look at Christian, as if to say, "Why can't I feel anything? Why is it so loose? Did you order it too big?"

Christian saw the look and spoke reassuringly.

"We haven't started lacing you yet, so you'll feel loose. The waist on this corset will reduce you by 6 inches and it's my hope we'll to do that this evening. Shall we start?"

She nodded but did not speak. Christian moved around to the back of the corset and took up the slack in the two loops of lacing. From experience, he believed that it was important to start the lacing from the top edge downwards toward the waist. He started and pulled the laces until the top edge was open by about two inches. It had been ordered to fit her measurements with an extra half-inch to accommodate any displaced flesh or fat. Then he moved down her back and fastened the bottom to the same degree, at the same time as he ensured that the entire length of the lace eyelets gradually came together as nearly parallel as possible. Christian tied off the laces in a simple knot. The process took 10 minutes or so and Sophie either held her hands crossed over her head or else, from time to time, held her waist and patted her abdomen.

At the end of this first stage, Sophie was covered by the corset but not really encased in it. The top and bottom edges were each open by two inches or maybe a fraction more, and the waist by about four inches. Although neither of them commented on it, her waist was already compressed by about two inches. Christian stood back and Sophie moved about, taking a step or two and bending a little at her waist. She walked slowly towards the long mirror in her room and surveyed herself. Two aspects impressed her immediately. First, that she was covered and already shaped in a new way. Secondly, that she felt no discomfort or even restriction. For a moment, her disappointment began to return until she felt around her back with a hand, and felt the laces open by more than the breadth of her hand. For the first time that that moment, Sophie realised that her body was to be compressed and shaped more than she had thought. Much more. Her disappointment transformed into a slight apprehension as she reached round again and felt at the extent of the openness of the corset. All these thoughts and emotions had taken only a few seconds although she had come to a new lifetime's appreciation of the process she had started.

"We'll leave it there for a few minutes," said Christian, "so that the corset can warm up to your body heat. That's important so the fabric can swell and move a little. We'll lace you a little more later. Let's have a drink. What's in your fridge?"

Sophie thought he meant alcohol but instead he moved towards her fridge, visible in her kitchen, and lifted out the milk. Obviously her meant tea or coffee. She felt relieved that he was acting in this ordinary manner. If he was excited, she could not detect it. He was being so matter-of-fact. Little did she realise the degree and the stiffness of his erection inside his tight briefs, inside his trousers. Hidden from her and the world but very obvious and pleasurable to Christian. His fetish was in full swing as he planned the rest of the evening.

They drank some tea with Sophie sitting on a high dining chair and then spent a few minutes in the bathroom. In fact, she learned an early lesson in the management of her bladder and bowel. Even the slight pressure from her corset required her to empty her bladder for longer than she could remember. As she sat and then stood again, she realised that she would need help in the bathroom in her tight laced future. She spent a few moments looking at the walls and wondering where to have handles fitted.

When Sophie returned to the living room, Christian stood up and moved round her, to recommence the lacing without any preamble. He motioned his hands over her figure to feel the tension in the fabric and the temperature of her body transferred to the corset. First, he moved his hands over intimate parts of her body to smooth down the fabric, and murmured "Sorry" or " 'Scuse me." Then he undid the knot in the laces and repeated the earlier process. Bottom to waist; top to waist. He made the adjustments repeatedly at just a fraction of an inch each time. After twenty minutes, the top and bottom edges were almost closed but for half an inch. The waist was open by about 1½ inches. Sophie was panting a little but her eyes were bright, he noticed. Whilst he was behind her, where she thought he could not see her hands, she reached down and held her mound. She allowed her middle finger to explore a little before recovering her composure and controlling herself.

"Shall I stop now?" asked Christian, "Or do you want me to close you in?"

His words took her a little by surprise. Sophie had not understood that he would offer her the option of stopping short of full closure. Also, he had said "close you in," not "close the corset" or "close the laces." She realised that her body was to be subjected to this corset; not simply that the corset was to be closed upon her. She was excited and intrigued by the language, and apprehensive again.

"Don't stop," she replied. "Close the laces, please."

"I will. Are you quite sure? It might not be easy, you know."

"I want to know what it's like. Don't stop, even if I ask you. Will you do that?"

"If you're sure. Arms up. Take a deep breath and try to relax into the corset as it tightens. OK now?"

Sophie nodded and took the deep breath. As she breathed out, she learned something about relaxing and repeated the exercise throughout the process which was to come.

As the top and bottom edges of the corset closed, Christian noticed that her eyes stared a little, unblinking and open. She had moved her hands to hold her ribs and her stomach, rubbing and patting herself as the pressure built up inside the corset. From his position, he could see that the lacing was moving to the serious stage. Quite soon now, he knew, Sophie would feel the full pressure of confinement within the corset; her body would react with internal adjustments; she would ask him to stop, he expected. He carried on the lacing at the same unhurried but deliberate pace. He knew he must warn her about the final stage.

"Are you ready now?" he asked quietly. "This won't be easy, you know, but I'm ready to give you the full shape."

"Yes," Sophie gasped, "finish it now. Don't stop."

Christian crossed the laces over from simply pulling through the eyelets, and got himself in position to exert heavy leverage on the corset edges. There was about 1½ inches, making an oval opening. Sophie's camisole was gathered inside the opening and he could sense the creasing of her skin as the flesh and fat were pushed into place. He took one of the crossed-over laces in each hand and flexed his shoulders. With a steady, strong pull he forced the laces out of the eyelets and the edges of the corset moved towards closure. He was concentrating on his efforts and to make sure that the corset closed uniformly without pinching Sophie's skin. He did not realise the reaction from the woman inside the corset.

Sophie was panting quite distinctly now. Her mouth was wide open, as were her eyes. Her hands were pressed against her abdomen and groin. She breathed out with the words; "It's very tight. I can't take any more. Will you stop?"

"No. It's not closed yet. We said we'd close you in."

With continued force, Christian closed the corset. One inch became three-quarters and so on until there was only a small fraction of an inch between the edges. With one extra levering pull, he closed Sophie into her personal prison. Quickly he tied the laces into a knot behind her back and then he stood away. She was 24 inches in her waist: a reduction of 6 inches.

She stood gasping, with her hands on her waist and massaging her constrained body. She lifted one foot and made as if to make a step but she staggered and Christian had to support her. 

"I must go to the bathroom again," she said and put out her hand for him to lead her there. This was no place or time for modesty and she let him take her into the room and help her sit. Never in her adult life had anyone taken her panties off in the bathroom but she let it happen today. He had to let her down slowly into her sitting position and she realised that he would have to help her stand up again. And so that is what happened. Two almost-strangers involved in the intimate bodily function because of the new control to which she had agreed to be subjected. She gave it almost no thought because this was what she wanted. She emptied her body of liquids and solids, and he helped her in every way to be comfortable and in cleaning her.

After a few minutes, and with the relief in the bathroom, she felt more relaxed. She replaced the housecoat and Christian began to make moves to leave. They talked over her arrangements for sleeping and dressing. Sophie showed him that she could get into bed and to dress in clothes from her wardrobe. She had decided to wear loose clothes for the next few days and pointed to a sensible pair of shoes. Christian disagreed with her choice.

"It'll be better if you wear heels - as high as you can manage. You'll find walking easier with the tension in your calves," he told her.

Christian took some photographs of her in the corset and left after spending over four hours lacing and working with her figure. He left behind with her the other two corsets and they arranged for him to return over the following days and weeks. They both knew that she wanted to be alone with her new compression and the excitement she got from it. After he left, she went immediately to lie in the dark and spent the rest of the night feeling and touching her newly shaped body. Now, she knew she had arrived at an important stage in her journey towards fulfilment and excitement.

That evening was the first of over fifty sessions of sharing and learning for Sophie. Of course, to the surprise of neither of them, their friendship grew into one long erotic encounter. It started at one of the early lacing sessions.

He had laced her in the longer corset almost to its 24 inch closure and she was panting a little. He saw her face in the mirror, on the wall of the room. Her eyes were not staring wide open as he expected; they were half closed and she was either about to faint or else reach an orgasm. That's how it seemed to him. Her hands were on her lower abdomen, pressing on her groin and the tight front of the corset. He tied off the laces and walked round to her right side. His erection was hard inside his cream trousers but held close to him by his tight briefs.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

In reply, Sophie moved slightly towards him and her thigh brushed against his erection. He did not back away and she turned her head to look into his face through her half-lowered eyelids, as her thigh continued to press against him. She took his right hand and placed it on her abdomen. Then she pushed it gently downwards until he could feel the bottom edge of the corset and the taut pubic mound. Not a word was spoken; not even a sound apart from their breathing. He let his hand slip further without her urging, and felt the dampness of her sexual juices as they seeped through her panties. His hand was then flat on her mound with just his middle finger probing between her legs and pressing upwards on her labia. He pressed a little firmer and she made the first sound of the encounter.

"Aaah," he heard, and moved his finger a little. "Aaah," she repeated.

Then, taking him by surprise, she reached out her right hand and pressed on his erection, through the trousers. They were both ready and the next few minutes became a flurry of clothing and limbs. In a few seconds, he threw off his shirt, stepped out of his shoes, and unbuckled his belt to let his trousers fall to his ankles. He kicked them to one side and then reached out to remove her panties. But there was a problem; she was wearing them underneath the corset and that was rigid tight from her waist to her groin. He hooked his fingers under the elastic band and tugged but there was no movement. He had an idea and urged her to kneel on the carpet, facing away from him.

Taking the panties in both hands, with one on either side, he forced his arms apart and the gusset of the panties shredded in his hands. As she knelt, panting and waiting, he pushed his briefs down an inch or two so that the waist band settled under his scrotum. Slowly and deliberately, he entered her and she shuddered with the pressure inside the corset, but also with the pleasure of the sensation of being filled while shaped and contained. It was her initiation into corset-sex and she knew that she was hooked for life.

He made love to her gently and steadily, holding her waist from behind. She placed a hand on her clitoris and pressed herself in rhythm with his thrusting. Her orgasm came quickly and Sophie spread out both hands on the carpet and raised her bottom as far as she could, within the limitation of the corset. He came to his climax a few seconds later, and filled her with his hot juices and sperms. For a few moments they stayed there, neither moving, with his hands still on her compressed waist and she drooping her head as the pleasure-waves subsided.




Hard Laced Ch. 04



As he left her body, and his erection abated, Sophie gave a little laugh and turned round; dribbling both their mingled juices as she did so.

"That was lovely," she said softly, looking straight into his eyes and smiling, "Please help me up."

He smiled back at her, with a big toothy grin, and they were lovers in their minds as well as their bodies. He helped her to the bathroom and sat her down. Then he cleaned her in the way they had developed and to which they had become accustomed. Afterwards, standing, they held each other in the comfortable and comforting embrace of friends who had learned something new from each other. And so they went to bed to rest, and to make love again many times that night. Sophie slept in the corset laced with a one-inch gap. To her own surprise, she slept well, and was ready for sex within a few seconds of waking whenever he touched her.

They made love from the front, with him on top. From behind, lying on their sides. From behind with him lying on her curvaceous bottom. Always with him holding her waist, and she relaxing into the corset's fierce embrace as he filled her body and spoke love to her in the darkness.

The following morning, they agreed to put Sophie into the smallest of the corsets. It had a waist measurement of 22 inches. As a preparation, the night corset was laced completely closed as soon as they were awake. She lay on her front on the bed as he urged the laces through the eyelets, and slowly brought her waist to the smallest that the corset could achieve. Then he massaged her waist and hips, and she was surprised to feel no discomfort; only a slight pressure against her anal sphincter as internal forces pressed downwards from her waist. She had discovered a fact known to all tightlacers: after a time, the body becomes accustomed to the skin pressure, and to the need for breathing without abdominal movement.

After an hour at the tightest of that corset, Christian helped Sophie off the bed and prepared the third corset. Then as quickly as he could, without causing her discomfort from too-sudden relaxation, he removed the night's corset. He noticed how stained it was all around the bottom edge, right up to her waist in places, with their juices and perspiration. He picked up the new corset from the bed and wrapped it around her. He'd made sure already that it was open sufficiently to clip easily on her figure, and it was loose as usual on its first fitting. She held it into place around her ribs as he completed the clips down the front: six of them. She was smiling with anticipation and expectation of the pleasure to come.

"Tighten me slowly, please," Sophie said softly.

"I'll tighten you to the size of the other one, and then stop. OK?" he replied.

And that is what he did. He stood her on the platform that formed the base of the bed. It was about 6 inches higher than the rest of the room, where he was standing. Then quickly with his practiced technique, he laced the corset until it was almost closed at the top and bottom but open at her waist by about 3 inches. That meant it was still slightly more open than the corset they had taken of her a few minutes earlier.

"How does that feel?" he asked, "It's quite open yet."

"I can hardly feel it," she said and he felt a resurgence of his very first excitement, on that first occasion when he had laced her tightly. 

He would speak softly and treat her well, of course, but deep in his personality he was looking forward to binding her into the tightest corset yet. Lacing her until her eyes stared, her breath came in ragged pants, and she felt that her insides were about to fall out of her anus and vagina. Although he had come to like and love this woman, his desire to push her figure to the limit of her endurance was as strong as he had ever felt it with any woman. His erection was straining and painful inside his tight briefs, pressing against his trouser zip. He was looking forward in his imagination to plunging into her when she was compressed, shaped, immobilised and struggling to hold onto her consciousness.

"Right. Now I'll start. Tell me when you want me to stop." He offered her in a soft voice.

"No. let's do this like the first time. You tighten me until it's done -- even if I ask you to stop. Yeah?" 

She didn't realise what she was saying but he heard it distinctly, and would do exactly as she had said; to the letter; to please himself. He took up the laces again and started to lace the corset closed; first from the top edge and then from the bottom. They closed easily since they were measured to fit her figure precisely. But the waist was open by the same 3 inches, and the bones alongside the eyelets were bent in a highly dysfunctional way. Now he took it as his goal in life to close that great oval opening.

He attacked her waist with gradual but purposeful tension on the laces, and slowly the gap began to close. Soon, her waist was the same inside this corset as it had been in the previous one; but she felt it to be smaller because of the stiffness and the extra boning in this one. She could feel her midriff and her lower ribs being compressed more than ever before. She placed her hands on her ribs and massaged them, and then moved her hands down to her waist and felt the tension in the fabric of the corset. And she could feel the hardness of the bones as they gathered around her waist, with only a few millimetres between each bone. Already, her waist felt rigid, like a wooden carving inside the corset. She pressed on the fabric but could feel no elasticity under her hands. Her waist was as rigid as it could ever be, it seemed to her. 

And still Christian was heaving and levering the laces to make her smaller. The pressure between her legs returned as she had known it before, but now with greater urgency and she put one hand down to feel if anything was actually protruding from her vagina. Here labia were engorged and she could feel her own wetness. She felt the excitement alongside the terror of her imagined disembowelment. But the excitement was winning and she wished him to finish the lacing so that she could feel him on her and inside her again.

"Is it finished?" she enquired, through an open mouth and with panting breath.

"Nearly," Christian replied but he knew that they were only half way to the closure. There was still one entire inch to go and he knew that would push her to the limit of her ability and her endurance.

Christian continued his assault on her waist until the corset was within a half-inch of closing. He knew that her waist was now close to 22 inches; 8 inches less than her natural measurement. For a moment he tied off the laces and used the time to unbuckle his trousers, place them to one side on a chair and pull his briefs down again into his favourite sub-scrotal position. He was behind Sophie and got a perfect view of her figure but also he could see her face in the mirror. She was now approaching his favourite fantasy appearance; her eyes were staring and her mouth was wide open as she struggled to draw breath into her compressed torso.

She gasped, whispering with tension and apprehension, "I'm tight now. It's done now. Is it done now?"

"Soon," he said, "first I am going to come into you."

He moved up behind her, using the extra height of the platform on which she was standing, and lined himself up with her vagina. Taking hold of her waist, he bent her forward until her hands were resting on the bed. Holding his erection in line, he entered her and felt his way to the far end of her vagina, until her was pressing against her cervix. She whimpered a little, like a frightened child; "Hmm, hmm, hmm."

When he was fully positioned inside her, Christian took the laces again and undid the knot he had made. Then with one final forceful leverage, he crossed over the laces and forced the two ends away from her waist. The gap closed in a sudden collapse of the resistance in her body. Sophie gave a great gasp as the air was squeezed from her lungs, and he could feel the extra pressure built inside her. Her arms began to lose their strength and she started to fall towards the bed. Christian took firm hold of her waist and tied off the laces at their minimum circumference, and let her slide downwards. As she did so, he stepped up on the platform and then lay on top of her, still impaling her inside the corset prison.

Sophie lay on the bed, face down, and gasping for breath with her arms spread out like a suppliant at a religious ceremony. Christian plunged into her and did so until he felt his climax rising in his groin. He did not fight the urge this time and let it come quickly, spraying inside her the full load of his fluids. She was still whimpering but his weight was nothing to her. The tightness and the rigidity of the corset supported her body and his; both of them. She was aware only of the all-containing tightness of the corset from her breasts down to her hips. He rolled over to one side, to take his weight off her, and she collapsed with her face on the bed and her vagina dripping; her legs still wide apart as he had left them.

After a minute or two, Christian knelt on the bed beside her and started to undo the knot in the laces. To his surprise, she stopped him.

"No; leave me like this for a moment. It's amazing. It's frightening. It's so exciting."

Later, he released her and they talked about the events of the evening. She wanted to be laced so tightly again as soon as they could. He promised to concentrate next time on her pleasure and her comfort. Relaxed, they slept in each other's arms.

Sophie and Christian became inseparable over the next year. As loving friends, they appeared together at parties and some of Christian's official functions. They held hands, linked arms, and were very comfortable in each other's company. He walked with her whenever he could, with one hand on her waist. For Christian, this was a renewed experience: an exciting woman who was happy to be with him and sought his loving whenever either of them wanted it. But he was aware also that her waist training was ending. The process he enjoyed and sought was over. He even recognised it as a peronality defect in himself: he needed continuing waist reduction activity to maintain his interest in a woman.

Inevitably in Christian's experience, there came the time when Sophie was sufficiently adept in her training that she no longer required his help. She enjoyed being with him and wearing the corsets he bought for her, but she knew that his interest was waning. He sought the reduction as a progression, not as a target. By December 1985, Sophie was wearing her corsets each day and night at 20 inches waist. Gradually, over seventeen months, she had reduced her waist by a further 4 inches from that first evening. She did not achieve this total reduction of 12 inches in a smooth transition in her body. For weeks, sometimes months, on end she achieved no reduction at all. Then, her body would adjust and she would recommence the decrease with ferocious tight lacing after weeks of being unable to gain anything from her figure.

On an evening in January 1986, Sophie and Christian met for their weekly relaxation with friends and a meal. She wore a new corset made to 18 inches and with double laces at the back and Christian had fastened it almost but not quite closed. For three weeks, she had been unable to make any further reduction at her waist and she had blamed it on the Christmas and New Year festivities. On this evening, Christian had put her into the new corset and tightened her laces to the normal tension but she had asked for more.

"Please; tighten me more. I think I'm ready to be smaller. I can tell, somehow," she asked.

"Well, I don't know," he hesitated, "the laces are really tense now."

"It's my waist and I'm ready. Just make me smaller. I can tell," she insisted.

He undid the knot and flexed his arms to use all his strength. To his surprise, the laces simply ran through their eyelets smoothly for some inches. Sophie was reducing even further. Again, he was excited and so was she. After 10 minutes of lacing and massage, the new corset was fully closed at 18 inches. She smiled and held her own body, gratified to know that she could take still more reduction. But that was the last time they laced her together. During the evening, she asked him to release her a little and, while they were together, Sophie voiced her thoughts about their friendship.

"We've done this a lot together, haven't we? I wonder now if we should be meeting other people. It's not as if we belong to each other. What do you think?"

Christian had not thought deeply about their situation but in those few moments he reassessed their friendship and his own expectations. It was a shock to realise that he no longer had the same strong erotic feelings for this attractive young woman with her encased and shaped body. They were friends but suddenly, in a second, he knew that he wanted more figure training and sexual activity than he had experienced for the past few months.

"You're right," he replied, "You tell me when you want me to go to your place again. I'll wait until you ask me. How's that? We'll learn to live our own lives a bit more. Yes?"

They agreed it there and then, as she relaxed into her loosened corset at about 18½ inches. In fact, she did not call him again to help her with her lacing. On two more occasions Sophie did invite him to her home, once to collect some items he had left and once to have a supper. It was a farewell meal. Before he left, he measured her and was pleased with their results. She was bust 36C, waist 18½, and hips 37 inches. She had almost the 20 inch difference between hips and waist which he had suggested to her when they first met. They laughed and they kissed, perhaps a little more seriously than usual.

Christian was alone again and no longer training a waist. He felt liberated although lonely. He was nearly 42 years old and had no companion, no lover, and not even a close friend. Only his work beckoned and he knew that he would, he must, find another figure to train and this time he would find himself another loving woman so that the excitement would be more than just that of encasing her. He set his targets on that for the next stage of his life.



Hard Laced Ch. 05



To say that Christian was lonely after Sophie's departure would be an overstatement. He felt alone but he had his work and memories. During the next few weeks, he spent many hours poring over his collection of corsetry, photographs and related objects. On dull winter weekends, he'd get out his collections and spread them around the bed and the dressing table, and read the letters from his former women friends. Of course, there came a time when his yearning for corsetry and tight laced women became so strong that it overwhelmed his rational scientific approach to life and work. In February 1987, Christian decided to re-advertise for a tight lacing companion. He changed the wording of the advertisement although he could not explain to himself why he had done that, since the earlier notice had been so successful.

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TINY WAIST AND REAL SHAPE FOR YOU. If you want more shape, call my number. I'll help you achieve the figure women dream about - and every man. Hourglass waist, curvy hips, firm breasts. All these can be yours without special diets or rigorous exercise. Call today and I'll accept the full cost of your call and your training. Purely a business relationship with respectable wealthy artist.

Enjoy your body in a new way. Be confident in your work and among friends. Start a modelling or entertainment career with an amazing waist and figure. Curious?

Call Christian on...

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The response took him by surprise although he realised, as soon as the calls began to come in, that many women were very overweight and were looking for a miracle. And he knew that miracles either don't work or else take a long time! Even so, eight calls were from women who had interpreted his message accurately. He arranged to meet each of them and his diary shows how those meetings went.

9th February Sharon, met pub, age 22, Sheffield, hairdresser, 5ft 6in, already tight belt 21 in and girdle, engaged, wedding in July, wants 18 in, not available for continuous lacing, weekends and evenings only. No.

12nd February Pauline, Worcester, met hotel, new qualified solicitor, 25 yr., 5ft 8in, wearing long corset 24 in waist, not good evening, seemed snooty with an "old man." No.

15th February Joan, 33 yr., Norwich, met in pub, very short about 5ft but tubby, about 36D, 32-in. wore corselette, teacher, wants to be 24 in., not tiny waist person. No.

16th February Carolyn, age 32, restaurant Manchester, professional photographer, 5ft 7in., not corseted yet, waist must be 30-32 in. but supple, bust about 36C hips 38, wore tight belt. Wants to be tiny. Talked about 16 ins. Will lace 24-hours. Recent widow. Yes.

20th February Janine, London, restaurant Victoria Station, 38 yr., ex-model, 5ft 11in, good figure 36B-28-36, wore girdle and long bra, will lace all time, seeks tiny -- said 18 or less, showed career pictures incl. underwear. Divorced. Yes.

26th February Nancy, age 40, York station hotel, wears 24" corset weekends and nights, about 5ft 4in, 34B, shop assistant, asked her what waist she wanted, conversation not easy, nervous and apologised, left after 20 min. No.

1st March Linda, 26 yr. 5ft 5in, Peterborough, pub, tight belt but not corset or girdle, housewife ex-model, talked about husband and child, would not talk about tight lacing, unhappy woman. No.

6th March Joanne, Gloucester restaurant, nursing home manager, age 36, separated, 5ft 2in, waist 26 in girdle, guess 36A, wants 18 ins or less, can lace all day, has two corsets at 21 and 19 ins. but not worn them, sexy woman, invited me to stay night, declined -- why? Yes.

Christian spent some days trying to solve a problem: could he take on more than one woman at once for waist training? He had three clear candidates in Carolyn, Janine and Joanne in Manchester, London and Gloucester respectively. He was pleased that they were located in such places that travel would be easy for him and them. He felt physically attracted to Joanne, especially, but all three women were pleasant and alluring in their own ways. The more he thought of Joanne, the more the erotic aspect of his mission stamped itself on his mind. He thought about her whilst at his work, and through the night. In his imagination, she was with him, they were lovers, and she had the tiny waist. He came to the conclusion that she'd be his choice if there were to be only one. He decided to meet her again and called her on 20 March 1987. He realised only as he picked up the telephone that two weeks had gone by since he had met Joanne and even longer since he had any contact with the others.

"It's Christian, remember?" he started, "I'd like to meet you again and we can talk over your plan for waist training. Is that OK?"

"Umm; well; things have changed since last week," she spoke in her soft Scottish accent.

"What do you mean?" he asked, "Have your ideas changed?"

"Well," she started, "An old boyfriend has proposed to me. I don't know if we will get married but I think I should spend a lot of time with him now. We have a few years to make up in our friendship. I'm sorry. I'll have to cancel my idea to meet you."

"That's all right, Joanne, your life is for you to work out. I hope you'll be happy."

With that, he was forced back onto his shortened list. The following day he called Janine and was disappointed further. In the weeks, months since they had met, she had obtained a new job in Brussels and was to leave in the following week. Suddenly Christian was facing the prospect of having no waist to train after months of organising his programme. 

The only woman left on his list was Carolyn and he had not seen her since mid-February. It seemed to him that he had little prospect of attracting her and yet she was his only opportunity. Within one hour, he called her and left a voicemail. His message was brief and he was not expectant. 

"This is Christian. Remember? I'm sorry it's been so long but I'd very much like to meet you again and discuss our training idea. If you're still interested, please call me back." 

The same evening, Carolyn phoned back and, to his pleasure and surprise, confirmed to Christian that she was still interested in the plan. In fact, she had been waiting for his call and thought that he had lost interest in her. They planned to meet the next week and did so on 2nd April 1987; a Thursday. It was a very satisfactory meeting for both of them, in an Italian restaurant near Manchester Town Hall.

"How is your figure now?" asked Christian.

"Let me show you," she said and took off her coat to display a tight broad belt at the waist of her long skirt. "I've been working on my waist just in case you came back. This is pulled in to 27 inches which is quite tight for me. What do you think?"

"You look wonderful," he told her. "I think that you've got a very supple waist and you'll be pleased with your progress, I'm sure. I've seen waists such as yours reduced to be very small - tiny if you wish." He was remembering her use of the word at their first meeting.

"That's what I want - a tiny waist," she said, confirming his hope and his memory, "When can we start?"

"If you come to my apartment in the next few days, we can measure you and I'll get the clothes you need." And so it was agreed, for a time and date when she would be close by his apartment.

On 10 April 1987, Carolyn drove to Christian's apartment from her friend's house a few miles away. He measured her for her first laced corset. She measured on that day 32 inches under the bust which matched her UK bra size of 36C, waist of 31 inches without her tight belt, and hips of 38 inches. She was 5ft 6in tall, a little less than his original guess. He decided that he'd order her first corset at waist 24 inches, which was an inch less than he'd normally have entered on the maker's form for a first corset. Carolyn obviously had spare flesh and fat on her waist, which could be moulded to a tighter shape with ease. Her first corset was to be an underbust hourglass style with straight front busk and back lacing. Christian ordered it to be made in figured white brocade and six hook-on suspenders. Without telling Carolyn, he ordered a second corset in black satin, with waist only 20 inches. He didn't know if she would ever wear it, but he wanted to make such a plan for himself and was excited at the prospect. After the measurement, they went for a drink and a little to eat, and Christian stopped the car to post the order on the way.

Their brief meal went well and, towards the end, she smiled and looked into his eyes a lot more than earlier; he noticed. As he said Goodbye to her, she leaned forward and they gave each other a continental kiss on both cheeks. But also she gripped his chest and he placed his hands on her waist and hips -- just for a moment. After that, he was excited and partly erect all the way driving to his apartment. Something was happening already, he knew.

The corset arrived in 8 days, on the Saturday, and he called Carolyn. 

"Are you free tomorrow?" he asked; hoping she would say Yes and he would have almost no time to wait before getting her into the corset.

"I'm sorry," she relied, "tomorrow I'm seeing my mum. She's expecting me and looking forward to it so much. How about next week sometime?"

In the end, they agreed to meet the following Saturday morning, although Christian was disappointed to have to wait so long. In the meantime he would look at the new corset, plan her lacing and imagine the feel of her body in his hands.

The Saturday came and he drove to her apartment this time, at 11 am, as they had agreed. A journey of over 100 miles. After meeting him at her door, she led him in. She was flushed and immediately started to remove her clothes in her second bedroom. She'd set up the room with closed blinds and a camera on its tripod in the corner. And a bottle of white wine in a bowl of ice, in the dresser He was excited by her arrangements. Clearly she meant to enjoy and experience as much as possible.

"Shall I show you the corset?" he enquired.

"Later," was her reply, "please put it on me soon. I want to see how it feels to be shaped."

In her bra and panties, she stood before him as he wrapped the beautiful corset around her and fastened the busk. It had a 5-inch wide separate under-lace panel at the back and he fed it through the network of laces so that it protected her skin.

"Ooh, it's heavier than I expected," she looked at herself in her long mirror. The suspenders hung down, dangling uselessly for now.

"Soon you'll not feel any weight," he said; knowing to himself that, before long, she would feel only the grip of the corset, the tightness on her waist and the rigidity over her entire torso. 

In his mind's eye, she was already totally encased, confined and tightened to the minimum of her tolerance. He was aching in his groin to see her laced to that point where her eyes were wide open, her lips were gasping or breath, her hands were holding her waist as if she expected to break in two, and she stood with legs apart because of the pressure between her thighs. But that would all come later.

"I'll lace you in a little and see how you feel," said Christian; and did so until the corset just touched her skin all over. It was open at the top and bottom by about 2 inches and at the waist by a full 5 inches. She was silent, watching the process in the mirror.

"Is that OK?" he asked her.

"I can hardly feel anything. Can we make it tighter?"

"Course we can. Tell me when to stop."

And so he began to lace her into the corset properly. From bottom to waist and from top to waist, taking in the waist a little each time also. He thought to himself, "She's amazing. She'll take all this today if I do things right. She'll let me crush her waist, I'm sure"

"Wait now," Carolyn spoke, holding her flattened abdomen with both palms; so he stopped the reduction. But he made a little extra tension on the waist with the two loops as he tied them off. She gasped as he did so, knowing what he'd done. She placed her hands on her waist and felt at the hardness of the corset, the bones and the tension in the fabric over her his.

"Ooh!" the little exclamation was forced from her as he tied off the laces.

"Shall we measure you now, to see how you're doing?" he asked with a hope.

"Mmm. Yes. The tape's over there, near the wine," she told him.

In front of the mirror he measure her waist and it was 27 inches.

"But that's the same as I can get with the belt. This corset isn't doing anything for me," she sounded most disappointed.

"It's not fastened properly yet. Shall I tighten it some more?"

"Yes," she was firm and decisive in her voice, "and don't stop until you think it's very tight. Will you do that? Don't listen to me."

He thought to himself again, "This is my kind of corset-woman. She's put me in charge already." And he re-commenced the lacing. At the same time, he took off his shirt, and his trousers and his socks. He was behind her as she watched in the mirror, and he could feel his erection rising with each passing moment; with each millimetre of reduction that he coaxed out of her waist.

Every few minutes he massaged her waist and her hips, partly to settle the new corset on her figure, but also to test the firmness for his pleasure. After 20 minutes, he stopped the lacing and the massage, and tied off the laces. She had been silent throughout the time. He looked over her shoulder, into the mirror, to see her face. The signs of real tightlacing were beginning to appear in her expression. The wide open eyes, the parted lips, the flaring nostrils as she made the effort to breathe.

"We'll leave it there for a time," said Christian, "then the corset can warm up to your body heat. That's important so the fabric can relax and move a little to your shape. We'll tighten you a little more in a while. Would you like a drink?"

She nodded but didn't speak so he moved over to the wine and poured two half-glasses. He was aware of his erection and wondered it she had seen it as well. As he turned to carry the drinks over, he caught her glance and saw that she was looking at his groin and his growing excitement. She looked up, into his face and said, "Thank you" as he passed her the glass. She sat, somewhat unsteadily, on a stool in front of the dressing table.

Silently, they drank their wine as she touched her body through the corset. Especially, she ran her left hand over her waist and hip; pressing into the narrower shape and feeling the swelling curves down to her thigh. Then she changed hands and felt the same on the right side. She smiled at him and he knew that she was just the right kind of woman for these pleasures. He went to her and stood behind her, with his hands on her shoulders; then he moved his hands down her arms and finally to touch her breasts in her bra, as they swelled over the top of the corset. She said nothing and did not try to stop him. He held her breasts with his arms over her shoulders and squeezed very gently and only slightly. She smiled and he could sense that smile, although he could not see her face.

After a few moments, he moved round to her side and took her hand to raise her to her feet again. She stood again in front of the long mirror, knowing that he was going to lace her much harder and that she was under his control. But instead of moving round the back of her body, he took a pair of stockings from his pile of clothes and knelt in front of her. Quickly he put the stockings on her legs and attached them to the six suspenders at the bottom edge of the corset.

Standing, he moved his hands again over her figure to feel the smoothness and the strain in the fabric; and the temperature of her body as it transferred to the corset. The corset was feeling warm now. He moved his hands over her breasts again and then down her abdomen to feel the busk and the stiff flatness of her figure under its control. He let one hand move further to the bottom edge and then curled his fingers over the skin of her pubis, as it protruded slightly from the pressure of the corset. Slowly he let his middle finger press further into the crack of her lips as he smiled softly into her eyes. Through the thin smooth fabric of her panties, he felt her clitoris. She was warm -- and wet. She smiled back at him.

Moving round her back again, he undid the knot in the laces and repeated the earlier procedure. Bottom to waist; top to waist. He made the adjustments gradually at just a few millimetres each time, pressing and massaging her figure after each reduction. After twenty minutes, the top and bottom edges were almost closed. He glanced and saw there were gaps of about half and inch. The waist was still open by about 1½ inches. Carolyn was panting a little but her eyes were bright, he noticed. While he was behind her, where she thought he could not see her hands, she reached down and held her mound. She allowed her middle finger to explore where he had been a few minutes ago. She was pleased at the sensation of her own responsive clitoris, and at her moistness. 

He spoke, "Almost closed. Now I'm going to close you down. Ready?"

She nodded and said just, "Mmm." She knew that he would do so anyway; that was her instruction to him. Too late now to say No.

Christian crossed over the laces and positioned himself to exert heavier leverage on the back gap. It was about 1½ inches, making an oval opening. He looked carefully at the lacing protector and adjusted it a little at top and bottom. The laces had been sliding over it very smoothly and there was no sign of puckering in Carolyn's skin; but he knew that under the panel her flesh was being compressed and bunched around her waist especially. He took one of the crossed-over laces in each hand and flexed his shoulders. With a steady, strong pull he urged the laces out of the eyelets and the edges of the corset moved towards closure. He concentrated on his efforts to make sure that the corset closed smoothly without pinching Carolyn's skin. The shiny lacing panel was doing its job perfectly. He was oblivious to Carolyn's face and the movements of her hands. She was holding her lower ribs and her waist as the compression increase. Her mouth and her eyes were now wide open, but Christian saw none of this as he intensified his effort to close the corset.

For maybe 15 minutes the final lacing continued until Christian saw the edges of the corset come together, all the way down the back. She was the perfect hourglass and rigid inside the corset. He tied off the laces and put his hands on her waist, to find hers already there. She moved hers out of the way and dropped them to her thighs, only to brush against his raging erection. She let her hand rest for a second against his stiffness -- just for a second -- but he noticed it.

"It's very tight," she gasped, "I can't take this for long. I'll need to take it of soon. Please."

"Soon," he replied, "but let me feel you. You look wonderful."

He moved his hands all over her body and then discovered he had missed before. Under the thin panties, he felt something hard at her anus. He pressed on it slightly and realised she had a butt plug inside her. She squirmed a little with that pressure.

"I didn't know about this," he said, pressing on it again gently.

"I was worried we might push something dirty out of me. I read it in a book. Hope you don't mind," she whispered.

"It's no problem but it's not necessary either, I don't think. You're amazing," was his response.

To his amazement, she turned and looked him full in the face, their eyes meeting.

"You want me, don't you?"

"More than anything in the world," he replied, "I can be very careful and will give you pleasures also, you know."

"How can we do it?" she asked.

"Come over to the dresser," and he led her to a position facing the wall, with her hands on the surface.




Hard Laced Ch. 05



He positioned himself behind her and leaned her forward slightly. Reaching to her panties, her urged them down from just under the bottom edge of the corset, and knelt to take them off her completely. Now he could see the butt plus; a black circular flange about 2 inches across. He wondered briefly how big would be the object inside her rectum, and then he removed his own briefs. 

Holding onto her waist, he moved his penis towards her lips and felt the moisture. She needed no foreplay to make her slippery, but he played his penis around her opening for a few seconds. Back and forth; gradually aligning himself for penetration. Still holding her tightened rigid waist, he moved forward into her and received an experience that he'd never had before. He could feel the butt plug through the membrane as he moved into position inside her vagina. She was beginning to drip with her own juices and a small pool formed on the carpet between her legs. He could feel her wetness running down his thighs.

The hardness of Carolyn's waist in his hands; the extra stimulation from the plug in her rectum; her own excitement; the rigid movements of her body encased in the bones and the stiff fabric; her ragged breathing with the air catching in her throat; all these brought him towards his climax quickly.

"Can I come?" he asked breathlessly, "In you? Please?"

"Mmm," and she nodded, unable to speak any more against the unyielding corset.

And so he did. Fully and copiously; emptying himself into the tightened vagina and feeling the butt plug every second.

He parted from her and held her from behind as his erection subsided. The he turned them both and they held each other as loves do; face to face with a lingering kiss and warmth of closeness. And now his fluids joined with hers, running down her legs and enlarging the pool on the carpet.

So they were lovers from that moment. The corset came off within a few minutes, to be replaced whenever they met and made love. She learned to relax sufficiently to reach her own orgasms. They experimented with position so that she could be laced onto him. And the butt plug was always there; there, until he removed it one night and they took their experiments further into her bowels.

Eventually, she was comfortable with the corset fully laced and sometimes would arrive at their meetings already half-laced; on the way for him to finish before plunging into her.

And then would come the other, much smaller corset, a little time later.