4 comments/ 10007 views/ 3 favorites Replaying the Old Magic Ch. 01 By: Learningfast Josie knows she's been reborn. She's undergone the most total and authentic renaissance of any woman she'd ever heard about. Three months ago, Josephine Rickardson was a lonely 54-year old childless divorcee, living alone in Frankston, a southern district of Melbourne, Australia. Earlier in her career, when her ex-husband Peter had been a college teacher, she'd worked for the local government administration. In recent years, she's been the headquarters receptionist at a major advertising agency in Melbourne. She's been known as a pleasant lady, with a friendly personality, good at her job and better preserved than many women of her age. With a Size-12 figure [that's US size10], standing 5ft 5ins tall and with her flowing dark brown hair, courtesy of L'Oreal she admitted to herself. She looks striking and attractive. Just what the company always wanted for a receptionist. But Josie had given up all thought of attracting anyone. Certainly, she'd no plan to find another man and had resolved herself to a life alone, with little personal excitement. About 5 years after Peter left the house, she'd had a brief fling with a married man who knew exactly what she wanted and needed. He'd revelled in her sensuality and over one particular aspect of her outfit. He'd bought her firm and controlling underwear: girdles, corselettes, real corsets, long bras, compression stockings. Josie had come to revel in them also and come to associate excitement with those foundation underclothes. In that sense, she became a fetishist: no corsetry meant no orgasms. For a few months, she enjoyed her orgasms with this man and he taught her to use her underwear to excite him. The more firmly she dressed, the greater his excitement and the stronger were both of their orgasms. She let him do as he wished on and in her body. He plunged into her and used her corsetry to tug her around. He took her "bottom and top" as she called it to herself, meaning vaginal and throat. He bent her into impossible curves and contortions; shapes she had thought totally unattainable. But she took all he did and gave to her, and her orgasms became frequent, intense and long-lasting. Together, they wrecked her underwear time and again. In their time together, he bought replacement outfits many times because they ruined her girdles, corselettes, corsets and bras with their antics. And her stockings never lasted more than a few hours. They went to bed with her fully dressed and frequently she woke up hours later dressed in wreckage; with girdle-bones sticking out, broken suspenders, unusable zippers, and everything stained with his juices and hers. She loved the whole experience and every episode. But he was married, after all, and their friendship came to an end. Since then, she'd experienced no sexual excitement at all. To be honest, her husband had given her little excitement as such, so she had no experience of anything erotic before her affair. As she sat behind her reception desk, she'd given up all thought of sexual adventure, but still longed to use her corsetry-skills again before it was "too late." Retirement was looming, and she'd begun to take things easy. Accordingly, Josie has dressed to relax and to be comfortable at all times. And why not? No one seemed to notice her any more; so she covered herself in flowing dresses, loose trousers, big sweaters in the winter. She'd become an invisible woman and regarded herself in that way. Until 14 weeks ago, that is. It was then that David Lambert was appointed as Chief Operating Officer; second in command of the company. In effect, he ran and made decisions for the business because the CEO was 2,200 miles away in Perth. She saw David on his first day, as he arrived for an all-staff meeting. Walking across to her reception desk, he introduced himself and they shook hands. Josie noticed that he spent a few extra seconds holding hers, and his eyes wandered up and down her figure. She noticed, also, his strong hands, tall forehead, full lips and the way he walked with deliberation and a slight sway. He was, without doubt, the kind of man her mother would have called "dangerous"; meaning good-looking and probably well-experienced in all matters sensual. Over the next few days, David established himself as COO and came to her desk every morning and evening. Always, he spoke to her in his soft voice and looked straight into her eyes all the time; except that he always roamed his view over her figure as he left. As each day went by, Josie found herself looking forward to his next short visit to her desk and, of course, this had two effects on her. First, she decided to dress a little more carefully each morning; to choose clothes that complemented her hair-colour and fitted her figure a little more closely. She bought rather shorter skirts and more frilly blouses; and took out her slinky underwear from its long-forgotten drawer in her spare room. For the first time in over a decade, she started to wear a nice bra; longline, underwired and lacy, designed to hold her ribs gently while pushing her breasts upwards a little. And stocking-tights [pantyhose in US]; and smooth-fitting tight briefs made with nylon and Lycra. For the first time in a decade, she wanted to wear clothes that shaped her figure and "held her in place" as she thought to herself. She chose shoes with heels a little higher than usual. Not skyscrapers, but two or three inch so that she had to learn how to balance and walk elegantly again after so many years in flatties, as she called them. Second, she started to imagine his hands on her face, or on her shoulders, or touching her breasts, or pressing on her stomach, or holding her waist, or searching between her thighs. These were very unfamiliar thoughts for Josie and she was disturbed at the same time as excited. For the first time in many years, she began to want physical contact with a man. Well; with David Lambert, anyway. If you told her she was lusting for him, she would have denied it, but deep down she knew it was true. After all, he must have been 20 years younger than she was. How could he possibly think of her in any sexual context? And then it happened on a Friday morning: David came to the desk when no one else was there and spoke to her. "Josie; would you meet me this weekend, please? We could have a drink and talk about things that interest you. I'd like to see you out of the office, if you'd like to." Taken aback, and lost for words for a moment, she stumbled over a reply, "Yes – er – yes. That would be nice. Yes. When do you think?" He didn't stumble at all because he obviously had it all planned out, "Let's say tomorrow evening. Is 7 o'clock good for you? I'll come round to your place if that's OK. Yes?" She agreed and he backed away from the desk with a big grin; then he walked away but gave her a look back as he entered the lift; and smiled and gave her a wave. Before she could wave back, he disappeared behind the sliding doors. Now she faced a quandary, and she sat there at her desk for some minutes, staring into the distance and wondered what had just happened to her. Then her mind began to see the near future, and the full force of her predicament hit her. She began to perspire and tremble a little. What would she wear? How should she behave towards him? What will people think? Would he be expecting any intimacy? This last question lingered in her mind and took over all Josie's thinking from that moment onwards, for the rest of Friday and overnight, and into Saturday. She half feared that David would expect intimacy and half hoped that he would. Even if he only held her hand. But what if he wanted more? It was many years, 10 years since anyone had kissed her; and longer since she'd made love with a man. With that thought, sitting at her desk, her left hand moved unconsciously to her abdomen; held as it was in her smooth tight briefs and the nylon tights. She placed her hand on her tummy and then became aware of where it was going – downwards towards her pubic mound. She stopped herself immediately and looked around. Throughout Saturday, Josie looked through her cupboards and drawers; deciding what to wear and how to appear to David. Gradually, during the day, her fear of intimacy grew and her desire for it diminished. She came to an important conclusion. "I'm not ready for real intimacy yet, so I won't entice him by wearing a provocative outfit. I'll be sensible and wear things that make me feel good but won't tempt him to get too friendly today." Her selection of clothes was businesslike. A straight skirt with pleats, a white blouse more like a shirt, a fitted jacket to match the skirt. Three inch heels that she'd not worn for centuries, it seemed to her. For underwear, apart from the longline bra, she erred on the side of security and anti-sex as she remembered from her married days. Peter used to say, "Take off that armour and let me get at you. I hate those clothes." He was referring to her girdle and stockings. She still had a collection of panelled and zippered open-bottom girdles as well as firm panty-girdles. On this occasion she chose a very firm high-waisted classical open girdle that she'd bought in the 1990s. It contained four flexible bones over the front of her abdomen, from the top edge of the girdle all the way to the bottom edge. Another bone smoothed out her figure at either side, over each hip; and two more bones ran over the waist into the small of her back, to prevent it from rolling over. She struggled into the girdle through lack of practice, pulling it up gradually into place, and fastening the hooks over her thighs and hips. And finally, gliding the zip over the hooks to give her a smooth outline, before sitting on the edge of her bed to slide the stockings over her legs. Fastening the eight suspenders to the stockings was as unfamiliar to her as any part of this dressing ritual. She could not remember the last time she had done this. Certainly, Peter had never wanted her to do it and never took part in the little "ceremony." So she was absolutely convinced that David would be deterred by her underwear and would not "try anything" on this first occasion. If he wanted more, then she would consider for the future and dress more to his liking. Well, more to the liking that she assumed men would prefer, based on her memory of Peter's responses in that earlier life. For herself, she felt wonderful: contained and controlled and shaped to show off her younger-than-54 years figure. She was a little breathless with the exertion of her dressing, and with the unfamiliar pressure of her foundation wear. And with anticipation of spending time with Mr Lambert, of course. More than anything, she felt "safe." As 7 o'clock approached her excitement and breathlessness increased. She began to wonder how David would find her place, since he hadn't asked for the address. Of course, as COO, he had access to all staff records so he had no such difficulty and on the dot of 7 pm he rang her doorbell. Josie opened the door and he took one step inside her apartment, leaving the door open. She held out her hand as if to shake his. "May I?" he asked softly as he held her hand and pulled her towards himself; wrapping his left hand around her waist. He kissed her gently on her left cheek, at the same time letting go of her right hand and pressing his own on her waist just above her left hip. She let him do all this, believing that he would be discouraged by whatever he felt. "Come on," he said, "let me take you out." She closed her apartment, locking the door, and they went down to his car. She walked along with him all the way, with her arm through his, as if they were long-time friends. Her sense of complete safety made her a little adventurous. At the car, he opened the door and helped her sit into the passenger seat. Sit down, since it was a low sedan, and she was glad she'd worn a skirt of "decent" length. David got into his seat and leaned across to kiss her cheek again. At the same time, he wrapped his left arm around her waist and tugged on her just a little. His fingers spread out and he quite clearly felt at her waist and her underwear. "I like your outfit very much," he whispered as his lips left her cheek, "will you show me more of it later?" As he said it, he squeezed her waist and she could feel the bones of her underwear moving and yielding under his grasp. "You like it?" she was genuinely surprised. "Josie," he kissed her cheek again, "this is exactly how I wanted you to dress but didn't dare to expect it. You're just my kind of girl." "Girl?" she giggled, "do you know how old I am?" She thought to herself, "...old enough to be your mother..." He giggled back at her, "Of course I know and I think you're wonderful." After that, the evening went along with increasing sensuality. They held hands, kissed, and felt at each other. Josie realised this man could make her feel good again; feminine and desirable; all the things she's forgotten. After they'd had a little to eat and a drink or two, they went to his place; a nice little row-house down by the ocean. By then, Josie was wishing she'd spent more time preparing her body for "company" and not just choosing boring clothes. She needn't have worried too much because David seemed to sense that she wasn't yet ready for more sensual exploration. He limited himself to feeling at her figure, running his hands over her shape as he kissed her and played with her hair. Actually, running his hands over her hidden underwear; feeling and judging how it was made, where the edges were and the bones, how her stockings attached, how the zipper lay on her figure. Of course, as they kissed sitting on his long sofa, he explored some way up her legs under the prim skirt, until she could feel his fingers on her stocking tops and the inside of her thighs. She murmured and mewed like a kitten for the first time in her life, thrust her hips forward as if to encourage him, and parted her knees a little. And so he was encouraged: he slipped his middle finger under the edge of her knickers, held away from her skin by the bottom edge of her girdle. She stayed still with eyes shut, and mewed some more, as he slowly pushed his finger into her hairy labia, and further into the beginning of her vaginal opening. He didn't go all the way in although she would have been happy if he had. She knew she ought to feel outraged by this stranger probing into her private parts, but in fact she felt disappointed that he didn't go any further. As he pulled away, he stroked her pubic area under her skirt, and so on down her inner thighs. "So beautiful," he whispered and she knew he was referring to her underwear; or maybe a little also about her body and her willingness. She felt at his flat tight stomach and the growing bulge at the front of his trousers. She even played with his zipper, but didn't dare slide it down at that moment. Josie could feel her vaginal juices running for the first time in many years. She murmured again to him, "Mmmm. Nice. That's nice" After more kissing and cuddling, he drove her home and they planned another evening together, later in the week. And his plans were clear from his farewell, "I love the way you dress underneath, so nothing less than this evening. Is that OK? And I'll do everything I can to please you as well." "I need to get myself sorted out for this," thought Josie to herself later, as she lay in her bed, "I'm no girl but I'm not ready to be an old biddy yet." Her imagination was now in overdrive. In her decade of abstinence, she's read and heard of all manner of erotic weirdness, of perversions and some things that were utterly disgraceful. For the first time in her life, she began preparing herself mentally for everything that may happen. Everything. And her corsetry would be at the centre of that everything. To be continued.... Replaying the Old Magic Ch. 02 The next few days and evenings were a whirl of feminine preparation for Josie. A new pair of shiny black shoes with 5-inch stiletto heels and new fully-fashioned stockings with beautiful seams. Trimming her pubic hair; waxing her legs and underarms at the salon; doing her hair differently; practice in applying new make-up; lacquering her finger and toe nails in a bright red. She had jitters in her stomach and felt like a teenager going on her first date; although she could not remember feeling this way ever before. Josie's store-search for classic and firm foundation-wear failed completely. No store in Melbourne, or even in Victoria State, seemed to sell that kind of firm-control underwear any more. She delved further into her undies-drawers, searching for a particular set of corsetry but couldn't find it. Then she remembered: 15 years before, she'd put her latest purchases into a suitcase which was now on top of the wardrobe in her spare room. After a tricky moment standing on a kitchen stool, she got down the suitcase and found what she wanted. A black high-waist zip-side girdle with many bones and five suspenders for each stocking. And a matching black longline bra, also boned down the front and sides, with panelled and underwired cups. And a pair of shiny black nylon-Lycra panties that would press firmly between her legs, holding the bottom edge of the girdle and reaching up into her waist, exaggerated as it was by her corsetry. She'd bought these clothes in a final attempt to interest Peter, the week before he left, and he had mocked her. "More armour to protect yourself from me and turn me off? Is that it?" He'd missed the point totally and that demonstrated to perfection the failure of their marriage. Now she thought she'd found a man who would understand and appreciate her efforts. Or had he found her? She didn't care and was prepared mentally, emotionally and physically for anything this man wanted. This man had made her feel like a woman again after just one evening of kissing and cuddling. Josie felt just one twinge of worry: despite her age, she was inexperienced in matters sexual. The 6-month fling ten years earlier had shown her a few new things but, really and truly, she was a beginner at "this sex business" as she described it to herself. "I must be weird," she thought, "getting myself ready for anything this man wants to do with me, dressing to excite myself more than ever before; but thinking and feeling and worrying like a virgin. What am I doing?" She had no answer for herself, but she knew that she was going to go through with this assignation. Whatever it led to or required her to do. "Other women know more than me and they're OK; so here goes before it's too late for me." It was arranged that David would arrive at her apartment and Josie would cook a supper for them at 7.30pm. She left work an hour early and spent the extra time dressing for the evening. The corsetry was new and firm; and she struggled again to get it into place and fastened. She remembered again the trick of getting her stockings attached to so many suspenders, and with straight seams. The tighter panties pressed onto her pubic area and she was aware of warmth and moisture between her legs: in anticipation, of course. Hooking up the long bra, at the back, was another skill she had to re-learn quickly. She did, but it took a long time and she longed for a man to help her dress like that. When she was fully enclosed in her clothing, she paraded herself in front of the long mirror on her wardrobe. She looked at her contained and shaped figure and ran her hands over her curves; from her shoulders all the way to her thighs and stocking tops. Starting at her breasts, she appreciated herself and moved down over her ribs and her now-flattened abdomen. She lingered with her fingers tracing down the bones over the front of the girdle and at the sides, and those at the back. She had always liked bones in her underwear, and had toyed with the idea many times of dressing in a hard-laced boned corset; to reduce her waist to Victorian proportions. She felt sure that she could wear such a corset and would enjoy the control and the shaping. But had never had the opportunity -- nor the corset, for that matter. Her hands moved round the sides, to feel her hip-bones and the smooth transition from front to back. The super smoothness of the girdle panel over her bottom and the feeling down to her thighs excited her. She felt especially at her stocking tops and the tautness of the ten suspenders. She was becoming excited and realised that her old fetish was as strong as ever. "Why haven't I pleased myself with these things, after all these years?" she actually asked herself out loud ,while looking at her image in the mirror. Twisting this way and that, to appreciate again her figure and the black tightness of the underwear. She became aware of the moisture between her legs. She resisted the temptation to feel and press on her vaginal area; not wishing to disturb the knickers, or cause a wet patch to show. "Let him do that," she giggled silently to herself, "I hope he likes these clothes. I want him to get to me like this -- and enjoy me. I wonder if he likes tight-laced corsets?" Still dressed only in her underwear, she put on an apron and spent an hour making a light supper for them both. Fresh cold fish salad, new potatoes, green leaves. All covered and placed in the cooler at the bottom of the fridge. For dessert, she planned simple vanilla ice-cream with a shot of Maraschino over it; a culinary trick she'd learned on a visit to UK many years before. "Nice and easy for me, being all trussed up like this," she giggled to herself, "and not so much to put him to sleep." As the clock moved towards 7.15pm, she struggled with her panties and emptied her bladder. "Just to be sure," she thought and then her bowel opened as well and she gratefully dropped a good-sized turd also. "Probably a good idea as well," she continued her thought. She spent a few minutes cleaning up and perfuming herself. After donning a new shorter dress with a broad belt, she stood into her high heels and practiced walking around the apartment. That part wasn't easy but she persevered and felt more confident to meet David at her front door without toppling over! She surveyed herself once more in her long mirror and decided she had done all she could. More care and thought than she could recall from 10 years earlier, she felt utterly confined and contained in her underwear; shapely and smooth and ultra-feminine. David arrived punctually, which seemed to be his habit, and they kissed passionately on her doorstep. He held her waist and squeezed as he pressed his lips onto hers and played just briefly with his tongue between them. This time, his squeeze did not cause any further compression of her girdle and bra. She was packed in already pretty-much as far as her body would take; and he noticed it. "You look and feel wonderful," he said. "Specially for you," she replied with the coy sideways look she'd practiced beforehand. But thinking to herself, "....and for me, too...." She took his jacket; dark blue linen; and hung it over a hook on her hall-stand. Holding hands, they walked slowly though into her living-diner and sat on her sofa, looking into each other's eyes. Josie was aware of the restriction in her movement and her sitting, from her firm underwear and the high heels. She needed to sit on the edge of the sofa, not lounge back as she would have done a week earlier. David spoke first, "I'm not hungry yet, except to be with you and for us to discover each other. Can we eat later?" She knew what that meant. Sex first; food after. "Oh yes, it's cold anyway. It can wait." David leaned across and took her waist in his hands again, shifted his position to be closer, and kissed her. First on her lips and then allowing his mouth to wander over her cheek, throat and down onto her shoulders. She strained her head back and he kissed over the front of her throat and onto her chest; above her blouse and the little piece of bra that showed. "Please let me please you," he spoke into her cleavage as his kiss brushed by. "Yes, do what you want," she replied, rather to her own surprise. He stood up and helped her to her own stilettoed feet; and she moved them both towards her bedroom. Slowly and deliberately, David unbuttoned her blouse and lifted it off her shoulders, dropping onto a chair. He fondled her breasts through the firm bra and moved his hands down over her contained ribs and into her waist. Then he reached round and unzipped her skirt, before kneeling down in front of her and helping her to step out of it. Now she was dressed only in ferocious underwear and her shoes. He stood up and led her to the bed, where he laid her down with her head on a comfortable pillow. Quickly he took off all his clothing and sat on the edge of the bed with his hands on her abdomen. She looked across at his groin and was pleased to see him erect and glistening, ready for her penetration. He leaned across her and kissed the flesh showing over her stocking tops, and gradually moved himself up her figure, nuzzling his face into her underwear, until he was kissing and sucking on her skin at the top of her bra and around her throat. "How romantic and gentle he is," thought Josie to herself, and stroked her hands through his hair as she lay back to allow his tenderness to overcome her. In fact, after that quiet romantic start, the evening and the night became wild and daunting for Josie. But she didn't only let it happen to her: she wanted and encouraged David in all he did. First, with no warning, David pulled himself over her and sat astride her legs. He took hold of her knickers and gripped them firmly in both fists. Josie thought, "How can he get them off me sitting over my legs like that?" She didn't ponder this long. With no warning, he tore her panties off her. Not pull them down her legs and take them off; but he took hold of the pants between her legs with both hands. Then with a great breath and grunt, "Ugggh" he ripped them to shreds and pulled them off her body. In doing so, he lifted her off the bed and she flopped back wondering for a moment what he had done. He held the wreckage of her panties in the air for a second and smiled, before flinging them to one side. And still she had on her shoes. Then she felt the coolness on her labia and his hand playing on her. She was wet and he leant forward onto her as she spread her legs to allow him into her. She was ready and she wanted him inside now. Now. At that very moment. She reached down and guided his ready erection into her tunnel; and he thrust slowly but deliberately into her, to full length. Josie arched her back as far as she could inside her underwear. She remembered that feeling of fullness and stretch from all those years ago. "Oh, yes; mmm; yes," she murmured as he shagged back and forth in her. She could feel him stiffening even further and wondered if he would come inside her so soon. But no; he slowed his thrusting and gently pulled out of her. Then he kept moving downwards, until his head was on a level with her belly; and further until the edge of her girdle was pressing into his forehead. He opened his mouth wide and took her entire vulva region into his mouth. Filling his mouth with her labia and pubic mound. Sucking and playing with his tongue. With her legs parted and spread over his shoulders, Josie arched her back again and couldn't suppress another moan, "Aaah, oh yes." He concentrated on her clitoris, and started a rhythmic stroking with his tongue until her juices started running again, even more freely. Josie could feel every single movement of his tongue; and the pressure of his face against the insides of her thighs as her girdle tried to force her legs together. Also, she could feel the pull of her girdle across his forehead and reached down, trying to lift it away from him. But she couldn't concentrate on anything except her orgasm which was building; first in her belly, then spreading over her entire body. This was going to be one of those orgasms she remembered; her legs were quivering, her insides tingling, her breathing sharp and short, and her back muscles tensing. She was arching her back again without making any effort; it just happened as the orgasm mounted to its shattering climax. Suddenly she was there, in the middle of a long orgasm that she'd awaited for a decade. She couldn't possibly keep quiet. "Ooooh, mmmm, aarrrh," she breathed out finally in a great exhalation. And placed her hand on David's head to stop his ministrations. She didn't need to do that, because he was a man of some experience and knew she'd arrived at her high point. Now she was super-sensitive, as he eased himself away from her labia. He moved up the bed and lay partly next to her and partly on her as he cradled her head on his right shoulder. He began feeling and smoothing her body, starting with her left breast in one of his strong hands and then wandering over her girdled body. He felt at her bra seams, its bones and the shaping of the cups. Then straying downwards until she could feel him pressing and squeezing gently over the top edge of the girdle, down the bones, to the suspenders and to the bottom edge; to her stocking tops and as far as her could reach down her thighs over her smooth stockinged legs. And still she had on her shoes. His feeling and touching of her body and its coverings went on for many minutes, as Josie recovered from the overwhelming orgasm. Eventually, she took in deep breath and turned her face towards his. He leant over and they kissed again. His hand held her face momentarily, before gliding downward over her throat, her bra-contained breasts, her torso tight in its high boned girdle, and finishing between her legs. He pressed his middle finger inside her, exactly as she had wanted of him at their first meeting. He spoke, "Tell me again I can do what I want. Please." With only a moment hesitation, she replied, "You can do what you want." "Come now. Kneel up for me," he said softly. They manoeuvred so that Josie was kneeling with her head on the pillow and David knelt across her legs which were parted a little. He took her girdled waist in his hands and guided his erection between her cheeks. It needed that guidance because her buttocks ere pressed together by the firm and stretched bottom edge of her girdle. Holding her controlled and contained waist firmly, squeezing even more firmly on her figure, he pulled her towards his erection and he slipped up the alleyway of her cheeks and into her vagina. And still she had on her shoes. And then he went wild in her. Pulling and tugging her towards him; then thrusting her away from him; so that her body was doing the shagging, not his hips. Josie's eyes were wide open and her lips as well; gasping for breath and feeling her body dragged back and forth. Her organs were flopping around inside her torso; and her breasts under her chin. Even her corsetry and the long bra could not control the earthquake of movement that David was forcing on her body. She had never experienced such vigour and violence before; with the pounding of her cervix deep inside her tunnel and the severe hold he maintained on her waist. She thought, "My god, what is he doing to me? How can is take this?" But through her anxiety and discomfort came another collection of thoughts and sensations. "This is new. It's amazing. He's using me for his pleasure; whether I want it or not. I'm letting him do it. I want him to do it. I'm ENJOYING it," she admitted to herself. And her orgasm began growing again; this time focussed on her thighs and buttocks, and in her waist; each of these regions were the centre of his actions and they responded for her. Without proper warning, she exploded into another shattering orgasm with cries and grunts; with her mouth gaping and eyes staring out of her face. "Aaaargh. Ooooh. Aaaargh. Eeee-ee-ee," she was close to screaming and her arms gave way. She would have slumped forward onto the bed, except that David held her close to him and prevented her pelvic region from leaving him. And still she had on her shoes. Her face hit the bed, with her hips still pointing at the ceiling. The girdle and bra pressed even more ferociously onto her waist as she was bent and folded in this position. He continued his pounding and tugging for a minute longer, before slowing and letting her slide of him, to lie down on her belly. Still, he hadn't reached his own ejaculation. Josie knew then that he had more in his mind; more of his pleasure to be taken from her body. David relaxed alongside of her and resumed his stroking and feeling at her corseted body; this time over her back, buttocks and the backs of her thighs. She just let it happen, knowing that he would do what he wanted, anyway. And wondering to herself what he would ask for next. "Don't go away," he whispered in her ear and moved off the bed. He returned within a few seconds from the direction of his jacket and she could tell he held things in his right hand. Whatever they were, he worked something in his left hand for a moment, and then he pushed it under the pillow on his side of the bed. Reaching down with his left hand, he reached under the girdle and pressed his fingers against her bottom. Right against her anal sphincter. She could tell he's spread something like a liquid on her and this sort of thing was new to Josie. "What you doing?" she asked. "Doing what I want, like you said," he replied. Reaching under his pillow again he brought out a little black rubber butt plug; about the size of two of his fingers; a pointed pear-shaped with a narrow neck next to the flange. He pressed it into his mouth to moisten it and gave it to Josie. "Push this in your bottom," he instructed, looking her straight in the eyes. "What? Why?" she queried, "I've never done this." "I want it now. I think you'll like it and you CAN do it," his gaze was steady as ever, into her eyes. Josie rolled onto her back and reached down between her legs, and into the space made by her taut girdle. Slowly, and with a little hesitation, she pressed the pointed end into her anus and found that it slipped in quite easily at first. There came a point when it stretched her a little more than her usual faeces, and she winced. She stopped pushing. "It's too big," she complained. David reached down and moved her hand off the plug; taking it into his own grasp. With no hesitation, he re-commenced pushing it into her. With a little force, and with Josie arching her back, he instructed her some more. "Take a deep breath and push against it." She did so and suddenly the plug popped in, with its flared base snuggling up against her butt-hole. Josie gave a little squeak as it passed into her entrails, but then realised that the sensation inside was very pleasant. David spread her legs and entered her again with his erection. He could feel the plug in her rectum and she could feel the extra movement and friction through the membrane. It felt good and she mewed again, shrugging her hips in time with his shagging. And still she had on her shoes. She felt another orgasm rising in her; this time starting in her intestines and her groin. But before she could reach her climax, David pulled out of her and she felt a moment's disappointment. "Oh, why?" she asked him. "You'll see. I'm going to undress you a little," he whispered again, "you'll help me." He moved himself to her stocking tops and the suspenders holding them; and began to unclip them. Josie rolled over to allow him to get to back as well as front, and soon they were loose. David slowly rolled her stockings down and laid them on the carpet at the side of the bed. Replaying the Old Magic Ch. 02 Reaching up to the left side cuff waist of her bra, he lifted if away from the high girdle and reached with his fingers up to the zipper. He took hold of the zip fastener on the girdle, and started to move it down to uncover the row of hooks underneath. At one point, the zipper stuck under the bra, and Josie reached over to help. She held the bra away from the girdle as much as she could. These clothes were so tight on her body. Together they made the girdle loose and she shimmied her body a little to allow him to pull the top of the girdle free from under the bra. Then he turned over the top of the girdle, preparing to peel it down her figure. "He knows about this," thought Josie, "he's done this before." Of course he had, and he peeled the girdle all the way to her feet, and removed it. He laid it on the carpet, with her stockings. Now she was dressed only in the long bra, and still had the little plug in her anus. And still she had on her shoes, of course. "Roll over again," he told her and she did, lying with her head on her crossed hands. And her breasts crushed inside the long bra and now underneath her again. David kneeled across her thighs and carried on his massage, squeezing, touching and feeling at her figure; now released from the firm underwear. He played on the skin-marks left by the bones and the zipper. And the marks of the suspender buttons on her thighs. Her shoulders and her back and her waist; moving his lips over all the points previously covered by her corsetry. He lingered over her waist with his kissing and moved down to her buttocks. He kissed each of her cheeks and into the crack at the bottom of her spine. Josie relaxed again, feeling that he was relaxing also and letting her recover some more from her almost-orgasm. But she was wrong. In the middle of kissing her spine, David lifted himself to a sitting position again, pushed her cheeks apart and took hold of the butt-plug flange. Slowly but also purposely, he withdrew it from her in one smooth movement. Josie was worried that there may be shit on it, but he said nothing and she didn't know if he even looked at it. From under the pillow, he brought the little device he used before and squeezed some gel into his left hand. This he spread around her anus and suddenly she knew what he was going to do. This also was new to her. She'd never been butt-fucked before. She didn't even know the words. As a member of the older generation, she knew only the word "buggery" and thought to herself, "He's going to bugger me." With deliberation but not hurriedly, David parted her cheeks again and pressed the tip of his erection into her sphincter. In her anxiety, and being unaccustomed, her hole closed up as he pressed. "Remember what we did? Take a breath and push against me," he instructed again, taking hold on her waist. She did as he said and slowly he pressed into her rectum. After 2 minutes of slow progress, he was full length into her and she could feel him pressing up against her sigmoid. She felt more stretched than she had with the little butt-plug, but it was not uncomfortable now that he was inside her. "Now it's my turn," he said into her ear, "I'm going to stay here until I empty myself. You understand? " She nodded her head and simply said,"Mm." She wondered how long it would take and if she would be able to take his treatment of her. Holding her waist firmly, David continued his shagging, this time into her bowels. Rhythmic and powerful, his thrusting clearly pleased him as his erection became stiffer with each passing second. Josie knew that he would arrive deep inside her, sometime soon. The thought of what he was doing got her imagination working in a new way. She imagined what it must look like inside, as he forced himself against her spine, and sending shivers into her vagina. She'd once seen a drawing by H.R. Giger, showing the anatomy cross-section of a biomechanical man shagging his massive penis into a woman's rectum; and she placed herself in that mental picture. "It's happening to me," she thought, "I'm getting shagged to buggery. He might shag the shit out of me. Then what will I do?" Her apprehension was growing but also the sensations of orgasm had restarted. He stopped and spoke quietly, "Hold on to something. I'm going to fuck you to hell and then back to heaven." "Yes - oh - yes," she whimpered as her imagination took over again, speaking between her gasps as he threw her around, "Yes - please - do it - fuck me - up - my - bowels." She'd never used such words before in her life, but this was a new life and she wanted everything David could do to her. She was surprised that her apprehension and even her fear of pain had gone away. She simply wanted every experience that this man could give her. Later, she would wonder at herself and the loss of her usual primness: but for now, she was overtaken by the passion, the sensations and excitement. He was going wild in her and pulling her body around, clutching onto her waist, digging his fingers unto her flesh under her ribs, as if they were a corset themselves. She felt herself compressed again and thrown around like a rag-doll, and filled inside. In her imagination, he was shagging her right up into her stomach, and into her throat. So intense was the sensation and the sensual violence of his movements. Her mouth was gaping open again and her eyes staring like a terrified animal. Her orgasm was now becoming urgent and she let it build, hoping that it didn't knock her out too long before he emptied himself into her. Moving her hips back and forth in time with his shagging, they both built their orgasms. At the same moment she felt him stiffen and take a deep breath, her own climax overcame her. She shuddered with tension and waves of pleasure swept over her from her feet to her throat. And she could feel his hot sperms flooding into her willing rectum at that moment. David clutched her close to his erection. Tugging even more on her waist until his spasm had passed. Josie could feel his groin and his testicles pressing onto her cheeks; into her crack as his dwindling erection still skewered her. Eventually, he relaxed his grasp on her body and she slipped off him, as he moved over to her side once more. David reached down and took off her shoes, finally. He lay next to her, turned her to look away from him, and held her in his arms from behind. "You are wonderful," he said softly again into her hair, "I want you all to myself." "You can have anything you want, I told you," she responded in her post-orgasmic daze. "Will you dress as I ask you? Can we make love like this every time we meet?" he asked. "Anything. I told you," she replied again, on the verge of sleeping. "And you'll tell me what you want from me. Yes?" he requested. "Mmm" was the only reply she could make and he knew it was affirmative. They both slept without eating the meal she'd prepared. Later in the night, she thought again over the events of the evening and a little anxiety returned for a moment. "Well, I've had Top and Bottom" before; and now I've had "Back and Front." Will he injure my rectum? Shall I lose control over my bowels?" she pondered, "and I must learn to be cleaned out every time we meet. And will he want me hard-corseted and laced-in to my limit? Do I want all that?" "Yes. I want all that," she replied silently to herself, "everything and anything he wants from me. And I'll get orgasms for the rest of my life. I wonder what will happen to me next?" Then she rolled over towards him and held his sleeping body, before drifting off again herself. For a very early breakfast, they ate the salmon salads Josie had made for supper. And so her renaissance had begun.