I had been going around with my girlfriend for about three years and we had an understanding that someday we would get married. To please me and hold my interest, Alicia wore a stiff leather corset boned with steel stays because I derived much gratification from looking at a girl with a very narrow pulled-in waistline. Alicia had suffered untold misery during the years we were going around together from her laced-tight corset.
The tight sensation pleased me so much that Alicia was forced to wear the stiff corset laced as tightly as it could be pulled all day, much to her discomfort, in order to please me. It sure must have been a wonderful relief for her when I went home and she could remove the constricting garment from her nippedin waistline.
Every time the subject of marriage came up after we had been going together several years, I adroitly changed the subject or mentioned the lack of money, work or some other reason why we could not get married at that particular time. I might have gotten away with my many and varied excuses about not getting married to Alicia for many more years if her mother had not come to visit her for a month’s vacation.
Alicias mother was a tall husky woman, who I learned later had been a very domineering wife and had made life extremely miserable for Alicia’s father. Her mother had henpecked and browbeaten Alicia’s father, subjecting him to much scorn by forcing him to do the household chores around the house t which usually were considered as being woman’s work.
When Alicia’s mother inquired the reasons why Alicia was still not married, my girlfriend poured out her heart’s woeful tale of my many and varied excuses. Alicia’s sorrowful story made her mother very angry at me and she told her that she had suffered long enough at my hands and to take no further excuses from me. She ordered Alicia to break off an engagement and to tell me that either I married Alicia or stop seeing her so that she could have a chance with some other eligible bachelor.
The mother gave Alicia instructions on what to do to me in retaliation for demanding her to wear the tight corset so long a time. The next time we met after her mother had gone home, Alicia once more brought up the subject of marriage and once again I made some lame and poorly thought up excuse to her.
She became infuriated immediately and told me what her mother had said. This led to a heated argument when I called her mother a meddling old fool. This statement vexed Alicia all the more for she had a mother idol worship for her mother and she told me that she was breaking our engagement but first she was going to make me suffer as I had done to her.
Pulling open a bureau, Alicia took out some pieces of rope and almost before I realized what she was up to, she had neatly bound my wrists together in front of me and knotted the ends to a closet hook. I tried to pull free but the ropes did not give and I was now helpless and at the mercy of my soon-to-be ex-fiance.
Then Alicia took out the stiff black leather corset which till now I had not noticed that she was not wearing. This was a pleasant shock to me for her narrow waistline was pleasingly pulled in and seemed to be pulled in even tighter than usual by a wide leather belt she was wearing around her waist.
“I’m going to make you wear your own uncomfortable corset and make you suffer the same way for all those years that I put up with it just to give you some pleasure,” angrily shouted Alicia. “I’m going to make you dress up in a tight sheath dress, leather highheeled laced boots and corset, just as you ordered me to do to please you. I’ve now grown so accustomed to wearing this type of apparel that I can no longer go about without having to wear some or even all of these items all the time.”
“You will now know how it feels to wear a tight corset,” she continued, as she ordered me to put on a wrap-around dress of hers, after I had discarded my trousers behind a screen, as she had ordered. Alicia’s domineering mother had trained her daughter well on how to dominate a man. A chill of apprehension sent shivers up and down my spine as Alicia put her booted foot in the small of my back and pulled as tightly as she could on the leather corset laced around the waist of the dress she had compelled me to wear.
A rubber gag made from an old bathing cap was put over my mouth by Alicia to stifle any protests I might make and a rubber strap buttoned on the side of my face made the gag cling snugly against my mouth. After letting me stay bound up in the corset until I was gasping for breath, for the steel stays jabbing into my ribs caused me great discomfort, Alicia removed the gag and corset and once again questioned me in regard to my marital retentions.
Alicia took the precaution, however, of leaving my ankles still tied in her calf leather boots and kept my hands bound behind my back. I muttered that I needed more time to think things over, so Alicia said, “I’ll give you plenty of time to think, but I am sure that you will come around to my way of thinking. I will put on you this discipline helmet, which my mother formerly used on my father before he passed away. A few hours in this mask while bound with leather straps should be sufficient time for you to change your mind.”
In a way, I liked the pleasing tight sensation of the straps which bound me but a look at the stern and angry expression on Alicia’s face convinced me that Alicia’s intentions were quite serious. I was beginning to be greatly attracted to Alicia for her stern countenance, the thigh-length laced boots and her dominating attitude, that I deliberately shook my head as a negative answer when she asked me again if I would marry her. I wanted to see just how far she would go in order to subjugate me into capitulation.
However, I was not long in finding out.
Alicia replaced the leather discipline mask with a wide rubber sheet which acted as a blindfold as well
as a gag. Alicia bound a cord around the rubber blindfold gag, making it impossible for me to see or talk. She tied numerous pieces of cord around my wrists and forearms after she had me don one of her tight-fitting rubber sheath reducing slips.
The rubber sheath compressed my body like a vise and I knew now why she had been so angry at me for suggesting that she lose a few pounds after I told her that she was getting a little overweight. The straps at my thighs prevented me from moving my legs to ease the tension and strain and Alicm forced me to stand still on the highheeled boots.
My instep began to ache from standing so long almost on my toes, with the unyielding leather pressing tightly against my flesh adding all the more to my misery. I was now beginning to regret my hasty decision in refusing this hateful yet lovable creature who was acting so domineeringly. However, a streak of stubbornness in my makeup made me decline once again when she popped the question of marriage at me after removing the rubber gag.
“Well,” she said, “if that’s the way you want it, that’s the way it’s going to be, but if you can take it, then I’ll be only too happy to dish it out. I’m going to put on your legs a set of thigh-length punishment boots which should cramp your style as well as your legs.” She placed on my legs the longest pair of leather boots that I had ever seen. They came all the way up my thighs, leaving only a few inches of white space between the rubber sheath and the boots.
She made me put my hands between my thighs and tied them securely. Then she bound long lengths of cord completely around my body, making me look like a birthday package ready for shipment. Although by this time I was very much ashamed of myself for allowing a woman to dominate me, I was now very much in love with Alicia. When she unbuttoned the flap of the rubber gag to ask if I had enough, I blurted out my answer, “Yes! A thousand times yes! I’ll marry you.”
“You were so magnificent, dear, that I’m sorry your mother waited so long before urging you to take such drastic measures.” We were soon married but whenever we quarrel, my wife binds and gags me as a reminder of her dominance over me.