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

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I've never understood that whole dripping chocolate on someone. I can see how if you're with someone you're not particularly interested in, then using food as a prop might help. But food with sex just doesn't do it for me."

I wore my corsets at night under my pyjamas and all went very well for a week or two. It was a Thursday afternoon when I got home from school that I found my mother waiting for me with my corsets in her hand. “Where did you get these from?” was her greeting.

She claimed: "I have friends whose husbands tut and complain if they've put on a bit of weight. I could never put up with that. It's got to be total adoration or it's never going to work for me. Now, Georgie, do hurry up. Mrs A will be here any moment so let’s go down and start making some tea”. Actually she is wearing a pair of cuff-leg pantees. They look to me like silky-rayon pantees, but it’s hard to tell for sure. Cuff-leg pantees are certainly nice and cool and airy to wear for the summer, so it makes sense that she would choose to wear her pantees.

I was not sure what to say but red-faced and feeling rather embarrassed, I answered, “They are very stiff but rather nice I think.” I found that dressing with the corsets on was not quite at all easy, as they were stiff and stopped me bending freely. However, I eventually managed, and went slowly down to the kitchen. Mum was making tea and she said nothing for a while. Then she looked me up and down, apparently assessing my appearance. I lifted the lid and lying inside the box I saw a brand new pair of corsets wrapped in tissue paper. I saw the name “Court Royal” on the end of the box, and my mouth fell open. I was trembling, partly with excitement and partly with fear and trepidation.On Sundays mornings, when I had my cup of tea and biscuits sat in bed between my grandparents, I enjoyed watching Granny carefully getting dressed, and watched, intrigued, as she drew in the laces of her corsets. There was something menacing in her tone as she continued, “I will lace you in until you get the hang of doing it yourself. I expect you will be surprised how tight they need to be to give you a nice shapely figure.” I looked at the corsets as she spoke. They were tearose in colour, and the material was a heavy figured broche. The flower pattern was lighter and sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight. I spent the rest of that day wearing my corsets and went to bed feeling extremely excited. I wondered what my Mother intended to do, but dared not ask. The following morning I did not return my corsets to their hiding place, but instead put them under my pillow. I put my pyjamas on top so they could not be seen.

I went downstairs very, very carefully for fear of falling, and at each step my corsets reminded me of their powerful presence. There was the most wonderful hugging sensation that seemed to be enhanced by each step I took on my unaccustomed high heels. I followed Mum slowly into the kitchen, filled the kettle and switched it on. “Don’t forget to warm the pot,” said mum, looking me up and down with great interest. Soon Mrs A put down her cup and said, “I really must dash, Ted will be home soon, and we are going out this evening. See you both tomorrow.” We said good bye and she was gone.

However, she does not act like a dominatrix in the bedroom, confessing: "I'd be hopeless, continually asking, 'Oh dear, does that hurt? I'm so sorry'. Maybe I'm just too innocent. But I know men like the whole strappy thing of suspenders, so I'll wear them. In fact, thinking about it, I've actually worn them with nothing but a pair of shoes in bed before." My goodness, there’s an amazing transformation!” she said as she looked at me. “Now how do you like your corsets Georgie?”