foundations

Post Christmas training

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Girdles: a lady’s firm foundation

“You are a naughty man aren’t you.” said Hannah as I undressed for bed. “Between the ham, the turkey and the good red wine I fear you have undone all the good work you did before Christmas.”

“Well I might have gained a couple of pounds, dear.” I said as I slipped my nighty on as quickly as I could.

“Try eight, maybe ten. Well, it is a good idea for you to pick up your exercise in any account and I wanted Mady to put her personal training experience to use. But, even better, I was just looking on Amazon for a few items and I discovered they have the Rago girdles I like you in on sale. Long line panty girdles with a zipper are such an incentive for an obedient husband. And for sixteen dollars off I can get you two new ones. Plus, I want to get myself two open bottom girdles. I was noticing in Church that there are a fair number of women in this little place who could use some firm foundations and in my position I may be able to lead.”

“Does the question of foundations come up often when you go for coffee after Church.” I asked gtting into bed.

“Don’t be cheeky my darling. I am often complimented on my figure, and on Mady’s, and there is certainly no reason not to tell the good ladies and, more importantly, their lumpy daughters, that a bit of exercise and good foundations will make their dresses fit properly.

“Yes dear.” I said turning out the overhead lights.

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Update: Hannah just reminded me that we did a book on girdles, well really about wonderful old girdle advertising from the 1940’s and 1950’s. If you ever wondered why ladies wore girdles this book makes the beauty of restraint all too apparent.

Here’s the Amazon link to our girdle book.

Shopping expedition

dominant wife, submissive husband“So Darling, I’ve decided to take Mady shopping. I have a few things to pick up and I think it will do us all good to have a day out.”

I was, as I usually am when Hannah gives her instructions, standing in my corner, naked, my cock in its cage and my nose pressed in the gusset of Hannah’s gorgeous high waisted black lace panties.

“Mady has your outfit laid out and after your shower you can get dressed and give the car a quick wash.”

I did as I was told and, to my relief, my shopping outfit was not too embarrassing. I am used to wearing a high waisted panty-girdle – I actually rather like how it smooths everything out. Stockings under trousers are a bit warm but nothing to worry about. Again, I am used to having to wear a bra even though I know it shows a little under some clothes. Mady had put out a pretty lace, front closure bra in a small cup size with little breast forms. A nice pair of grey trousers with a side zip and front pleats along with a loose fitting cable knit sweater and a pair of low heeled black loafers. As ever, Hannah likes me to look androgynous in public. And, I saw, to add to the effect, a little black clutch bag which, I realized, I was going to be expected to carry. Oh well. I dressed and went downstairs to wash Hannah’s car.

Hannah likes to drive and drives very well. I have my licence but am not allowed to drive except when Hannah is tired or on errands for which I use my own old truck which is limited to 50 miles per hour. Hannah has a gorgeous older V8 BMW in a soft silver with a hint of lilac. I keep it very clean and well vacuumed. It was a gorgeous day and it was fun to take a break from the computer screens of work and actually do a bit of manual labour. I simply rinsed the body and then micro fibered the car dry. A little detailing on the wheels and Back to Black on the tires and the car sparkled.

Just in time. Hannah and Mady came out looking brilliant. Hannah had on a lovely, vintage look, ladies two piece suit in a grey Chanel tweed. Mady was wearing a black, full cut, pleated skirt with a vintage pale pink cashmere sweater set. Both ladies were in nude stocking and where Hannah wore a small heel, Mady wore an optimistic three inch patent leather pump. If I had to hazard a guess, Mady was corseted with her breasts supported but uncovered under her thin cashmere sweater, my darling Hannah was not likely wearing a corset as she finds they interfere with her driving. A puff of cool wind confirmed my suspicions as to Mady: her nipples popped up beautifully. I opened Hannah’s door and after she slipped in, went around to open Mady’s. I then opened my own door to the back seat. As she always does, Hannah handed me her bag and Mady did the same. When we were out, I carried Hannah’s bag as well as my own if any. Apparently I’d be carrying Mady’s as well.

Off we went for the half hour drive from our house to the outskirts of the city. Hannah has a few shops she likes to visit all of which are in a pretty little village-like suburb. Hannah and Mady chatted in the front of the car about a few things which Hannah needed and where they would have lunch. The ignored me until we reached our destination. Hannah parked and I pooped out holding their bags and my own to open first Hannah’s and then Mady’s door.

“Ma’am,” said Mady reverting to her more deferential form of address as we were in public, “I have to say that I’ll always have my husband carry my bag. It’s so perfect.”

“It is dear. And he has money and my cards in his bag so he’ll take care of our purchases and carry those as well. Plus, and you need to remember this, he carries anything we want to try on and will hand us what we want in the changing room. All the stores we go to today have seen us shopping so there is no problem. But first, I think an espresso. Elliot, I will have a double. Mady?”

“A double as well.”

I held Hannah’s chair as she settled herself on the patio and then went in and got the coffees. Hannah had not told me to get anything myself which meant I didn’t. I took the coffees out to the ladies table.

“Thank you dear.” said Hannah, “Now there is a bench just over there by that tree. You go and wait there.”

I did as I was told.

Twenty minutes later, perked up by their coffees, Hannah and Mady walked by. “Come on dear. The shops await.”

Our first stop was a rather nice ladies shop where Hannah has been shopping for years. I followed the two women around the store and they picked out a couple of outfits each. I put the straps of their bags over my arm and carried the outfits to the changing rooms. I handed Hannah the two skirts she had selected and she disappeared behind the curtain. On the other side, Mady was going to try on a very nicely fitted woolen dress. I handed it to her and she disappeared behind her curtain. The sales girl had gone off to fold sweaters when I heard Hannah.

“Elliot, come here please.”

I went behind the curtain and saw my sweet Hannah in her new skirt having stepped out of her girdle which was neatly folded on the bench.

“Come her and kneel darling. Yes right there. Now, let’s see if this skirt will acomodate you when I want my pleasure. Get to work.” said Hannah smiling.

I slipped her panties to one side and began to lick her sweet pussy. Long, deep, ice cream kisses. I knew what my lovely, wet wife enjoyed on those rare occasions she took her pleasure semi-publically. I could feel her wetness letting down and I had to be careful not to make too much noise as I licked and sucked and even bit a little. When I am licking Hannah I keep going until she tells me to stop. I have no idea how long I was under her new skirt but, at last, reluctantly, she said.

“Lovely darling. We’ll continue at home. But now I think you better see how Mady is getting along.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said licking her sweet juice from my lips and wondering what to do with the glistening on my chin. I stood up and stepped outside Hannah’s changing room. I leaned into the curtain of Mady’s cubicle and asked quietly, “How are you making out Miss?”

“Fine, I think. Will Madame need me in the next few minutes?”

“I don’t think so Miss. She seems to have everything well in hand. She’ll likely want help with her stockings. She’ll call.”

“Good, step in here elliot.”

“Yes Miss.” Again I stepped through the curtain to a small changing room. Mady was standing with her dress half way on, her lovely pink nipples hard as pebbles in the slightly cool air of the changing room.

“This dress was not designed to take into account a corset. But it is such a bother to unlace and relace. So I want you to help me get it on.”

“Yes Miss.” It was not all that difficult to work the dress up and over the corset but it would have been nearly impossible for Mady to do it on your own. At last it was done and I zipped Mady into the stretchy knit.

“See, I knew it would fit. Now, I heard Madame across the way testing her skirt for accommodation. Very sensible. I’ll see if this dress will be suitable. Down you go.”

Once again I found myself pushing aside a pair of, in this case, white lace panties and repeated my oral attentions to Miss Mady’s delicious pussy. As with Hannah which I lick Mady I keep going until told to stop. Mady’s flavours are still very new to me and the combination of my wife’s lingering taste and Mady’s new moisture was delightful. I could feel my cock erecting in its little cage. I was just sucking on Mady’s pretty little bud when I heard Hannah call her.

“Duty calls.” she said. “Now help me out of this dress and I attend to Madame. We’ll be taking this dress. It’s admirably suited to my requirements.”

“Yes Miss.” I took the dress out of her cubicle and waited until Mady was finished helping Hannah with her girdle and stockings. They came out of the cubicle and Hannah handed me one of the skirts. “I think this one is perfect. Mady, how did yours suit you.”

“Ideal madame. Fits snugly in the waist but the flair let elliot pleasure me.”

“Good to know dear. Since he has been servicing us both I have to say his already excellent oral skills have improved. A lot.”

“Well I was glad you called…I was much too close to the edge for comfort.”

They left the store enjoying their discussion and oblivious to the salesgirls’ obvious interest in what they were saying. She turned to me. “Will these be all sir?”

“Yes thank you.”

The salesgirl rang up the purchases and I reached in my bag for Hannah’s credit card which the salesgirl put through.

“Thank you Sir. And if I may say so, I think you are very lucky to be serving two such attractive women. I know your wife of course, but to have a maid to serve as well. Lucky you.”

“I am lucky.”

“You certainly are. If I ever get married I am going to have a good long chat with your wife about how to train a husband to be just like you.

Back to School

tumblr_kppec9O8d21qz5x8qo1_500I could hear Hannah reaching her edge and then falling over as I stood in my corner, locked in my cock cage, my nose pressed against the gusset of a pair of her pretty panties. I heard her breathing return to normal, slowly, and, eventually I heard her say,

“You were very good this morning darling. I have to say that the practice you are getting on our little maid is making you all the better at your duties. Come here.”

I walked over to our bed from my corner holding Hannah’s panties.

“Now I know it has been some time since you have ejaculated and it will be a while longer. But don’t look so disappointed. You know I like you chaste and a month or two, especially if I have Mady milk you once in a while, is not unbearable. But, my dear man, I am afraid those summer beers have taken their toll. Time to get back to your exercise routine and, delightfully, now that the weather is cooler, a good firm girdle is going to be part of your daily wear. I’ll have Mady lay one out for you after your shower. Now off you go and make sure your shower is refreshing. You can have a little hot water this week but unless I see three pounds gone by next week, you’ll be enjoying a cold shower every morning. Now give me a kiss and have your shower.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

Three pounds isn’t much and the threat of a cold shower every morning, while unpleasant, was not that serious. I washed carefully making sure to soap and then rinse my little cock cage. I was quite used to showering in my cage. It was not difficult but I had to make sure to dry the area very carefully to prevent any chaffing. I emerged to my dressing room where I found Mady.

She is not in uniform in the mornings simply because she has all manner of cleaning and housework to do. But she likes to wear a long linen skirt and one of many cotton shirts Hannah has been buying her. Her hair is usually up. She is often waiting for me when I finish my shower and takes advantage of my lack of clothing.

“So, a girdle for sir this morning. What fun. But I expect it will be even more fun with a few stripes. You know the position.”

There is a couch in my dressing room with overstuffed high arms. I went to it and bent over.

“Now sir, you know the rules. Stretch your arms out and make sure your chin is right on the seat. In yoga this is the Dog position, here it is the Naughty Dog. Ready?”

Since Hannah told Mady to begin to whip me regularly to establish her authority she has become very skillful with the cane. She does not bother with warm ups, she simply draws the cane back and whistles it towards my bottom. A bottom which usually bears bruises or welts from the last session. Unlike Hannah, Mady likes to cane me regularly and hard. “No point otherwise.” she says.

Four strokes in I was vocalizing and dancing a little at the end of the couch. Mady never tells me how many strokes she will give me. On Hannah’s instructions, Mady whips me until she is certain she has mad an impression. Apparently, today, eight hard strokes with a medium weight cane were sufficient.

“There,” she said on what proved to be the last stroke. “Now there is something for your pretty girdle to bite. Step into this sir. I’ll zip you up.

The girdle pushed my caged cock back between my legs and I could feel my welted bottom being squeezed by its firm back panels.

“Well sir, now your pants will certainly fit nicely. And you look so smooth. Not like a man at all. Just as Madam prefers. And, I must admit, I prefer you this way myself. All so neat. Now all that’s needed is a good exercise program and you’ll look gorgeous for Christmas.”

With that she left me to dress and make my way downstairs to my office.

Back to school indeed.

One More Day in My Girdle… Or Not

414YmYJIhtL“So Darling, just one more day until the end of March and the end of your required daily girdle. You’ve done very well. Your tummy is smaller and all that walking has really trimmed those silly love handles.”

Hannah could see exactly my progress because I was standing naked except for my cock cage pressing her yesterday panties into the corner with my nose.

“So tomorrow will be the last day you’ll be required to wear your girdle. But, you’ve been such a lamb about it. Never once complaining about how tight your girdle is or how humiliated you must feel wearing such a feminine garment every day. Your posture is really much better in your girdle and I haven’t heard you mention that lower back pain you were complaining about at Christmas. So I had a thought.

Maybe it’s time to make a girdle a part of your permanent lingerie wardrobe. We could order you a couple of new ones from Amazon. A little smaller of course.

Now you don’t have to tell me what you think right now. You know I don’t like you speaking during your corner time but we can discuss it at cocktails before I make up my mind. But I have to tell you that I like how you look and how you behave when you are all nice and tight in a pretty little side zip girdle. And I think I’ll also buy you a full body shaper for when I’d like a more feminine silhouette; nothing too extreme, just “B” cups.”

I was breathing a little faster in my corner and Hannah’s panty scent was intoxicating. The thought that I was finally going to be girdle free had been a huge incentive the last couple of weeks. Now Hannah had obviously decided that my girdle discipline, like my cock cage and morning corner time was to be a permanent part of our marriage. She would certainly listen to any real objections I might have at cocktails; but mild discomfort wouldn’t count and my humiliation would be a positive bonus.

And, in fact, my opinion didn’t matter a bit. My role is to be a submissive, obedient, husband. Hannah makes the decisions in our marriage and if she thinks I should wear a girdle the I should and do the best I can to make that discipline pleasing to her. It is just that simple.

Not happy about the reduction in size though.

Girdle Mania – Free Book

With all the chat about girdles on this site recently the Lady of the House has instructed me to make our girdle book – A Girdle Must Advertise – available for free on Amazon starting at midnight Pacific time tonight and running through to Friday. Enjoy!

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Overnight firmness

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Put on your girdle, I’m going to sleep

“Of course you’re hard darling. Your little cock gets excited when you watch me undress for bed and this cute little nighty just adds to your frustration. Which we both enjoy. I like to see my boi all excited and throbbing which is why I was stroking you while you rubbed my back. But that’s it for tonight. No you may not get your cup and it is pretty cheeky of you even to ask.”

Hannah rolled over and the hem of her whispy nighty rode up her thigh. I reached down and lightly touched her beautiful, cream white skin.

“Stop it. I told you I was tired… No I mean it. This is when I really wish we had one of those cock cages. I could lock your little cock up and only let you out once or twice a month. But we don’t so go and put one of your tighter girdles on. I want you to remember that you have sex when I want you to.”

I got out of our bed, erection pushing the thin cotton of my nighty out a bit in front. I went to my drawer and found a fresh panti girdle. “This one darling?”

“Just as long as it is good and tight and will keep your little cock in line I don’t care. Pull it on and get back to bed. This will be a good trial run for your having a sleeping girdle on under your nightie every night. See you in the morning.”

I write this at 7:12 in the morning. I’ve slept with my girdle for seven hours having worn a similar girdle yesterday for nearly ten. Hannah is asleep beside me and does not require tea before 8:30 normally so that is the earliest I might be able to have a break. I fear that my cock awoke hard and confined. I can’t imagine what being caged for weeks at a time would be like.

Maybe I should put one of the cheap cages on a wish list and some kind (or cruel) person might buy it for me. I could take pictures of my cock going in its cage and the pictures of it when it got hard in the cage. That might be interesting.

I don’t think there is anything sexy about my flesh coloured girdle. Hannah sees my foundations as “practical” which means white or flesh coloured. The are for control and, sometimes, punishment so she orders them in unflattering colours. I really envy the lucky husband who got two really pretty Rago side zip panti girdles. Sure, it will take a little while to get used to having a girdle on most of the time but having one of those on would let a man really know his place and how much his wife really did love him.

Friday Fun

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Why Ladies Sometimes Wear Corsets

I have had this lovely picture forever and, as I sit working on other things and counting down the minutes to when I hope the Lady of the House will let me take it off, I thought I would share this.

Hannah has been corseting for years but never in warm weather. She usually leave her corsets in her drawer until the Fall. But then, for special evenings, she has me lace her in and the effect is much as you see here…Womanly Plus!