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When the punishment is for more than a day, I remove the helmet but not the corset for 30 minutes each evening so that he can eat and drink.

However he is not allowed to speak during that time and also is not told until the last minute whether he has completed his punishment or whether the helmet will be put on again.

The psychology of this sort of discipline is as important as the treatment itself and several times I have been successful in reducing him to tears.

Needless to say, they did not help him. I did this with his chastity belt and will do it also with his new punishment corset.

Some women do not permit their subs to have sex. I allow it but strictly at my wish. If he is in his CB, he is required to satisfy me orally, manually or mechanically which must be very frustrating for him while he is locked up.

It is very important to be firm and strict. This should never be done. So he stayed rigidly laced and when he sulked about that, I put him in his punishment corset for 24 hours despite the fact he groveled and apologized.

I should mention the punishment corset at that time was not as severe as the one I am having made. It was adapted from a surgical support with a severe back brace.

I also added handcuffs and a neck brace to it. I have given the old one to my sister who likes what I have done and plans to impose a corset on her husband shortly.

Another advantage of keeping a man corseted is the fact that it discourages any sexual wandering. It would be very difficult to seduce a woman and then, at the moment of truth, explain why you are wearing a corset.

Removing it is not an option because it would be very evident to me that my knot had been undone. I have told him he can leave if he wishes but that if he stays, he follows my rules.

He stays because despite his situation, he is well cared for. I told him I would consider it but of course I never had any intention of doing so.

But while he thought I really was considering it, he was very attentive to me. He was put in his chastity belt and given a libido enhancing drug.

Many corseted men feel self conscious outside the home. It is our experience that nobody really cares or even notices.

We usually inform the security people of the situation ahead of time. I agreed to loosen his laces slightly while he was ill however not remove the corset.

Now you know how we women feel, I told him. But I rarely wore high heels these days, except to formals. He gradually managed to move about in them, but he was on the verge of tears.

But I wasn't finished with him yet "Karl, be a dear and cook us a meal". I've just done a full day at work and you've been off! You cook the meal!

In the early days of our relationship, Karl had established that I was the one who cooked and cleaned because I wore dresses and skirts in those days.

Now it had been neatly reversed on him, for he was now the one in a frock and I wore jeans and a simple blouse.

Get into the kitchen where you belong! I spent a lot of money on it and I don't want it ruined! He spent almost no time in the kitchen normally and expected me to cook for him even though I had been at work all day too.

Now he was getting a taste of what it was to be a woman. Working all day and then having to cook and clean for a man in the evening! Karl eventually cooked up a meal.

Beans on toast. And the toast was burnt. He was a pretty hopeless cook, and I told him so, but if he thought this meant that he would be getting out of cooking he had another think coming as I told him he obviously needed more practice.

That should do it, I thought. Wearing dresses and dainty lingerie was bad enough for a man, but having to cook as well?

He had to break soon. But he didn't. I made him wash up and then set him a load of chores to do. I watched TV whilst my beskirted husband hoovered and dusted and put the laundry on.

It was a heavenly experience to have some time to myself and not have to do the chores that normally fell to me.

Karl was shattered by the time he had finished and went to bed. He was snoring soundly as I slid into bed next to him.

You stupid, stubborn fool, I thought. All you have to do is admit you've been playing around and apologise and everything can go back to the way it was!

But Karl held out. I made him dress in his women's things as soon as he got home each day and made him do all of the housework. There were some tears and pitiful looks but he did as he was told.

I should have been pleased to have the burden of housework lifted from me but I was frustrated by my husband's stubborness. I decided to take things to the next level.

I told Karl one day that he was to call in sick. In fact, I did it for him. I spoke to his boss, Mr Kemp, who asked me if Karl was alright.

Everyone had noticed that he seemed to come to work so exhausted these days so they were not surprised to learn that he was ill. Karl was mystified as to why he should take the day off.

Why would I want to go there? I booked you in for a full body wax. You're going to come home with a lovely soft, hairless body, just as a woman's body should be!

I drove him to Eve's. It positively reeked of femininity. No real man would be seen anywhere near the place, let alone become a customer. Karl looked panicked and as if he was about to make a run for it, but I took his hand and led him inside.

The salon was filled with women getting manicures, pedicures, facials and new hairstyles. Karl was the only male present, in male attire except for his knickers.

He drew many amused glances and there was some tittering. Usually, Karl was the centre of attention amongst ladies for his handsome good looks, but here he was an object of amusement.

He was trembling and all nervous. I walked up to the reception area, where a young girl who must have been in her late teens gave me a welcoming smile "May I help you, Madam?

I returned her smile "Yes, young lady, you can. My husband has an appointment for 10 am sharp. In the name of Preston".

The girl raised a plucked eyebrow but said nothing and checked the appointments book "That's right, Mrs Preston. Mr Preston, booked in for a full body wax!

There was much laughter and cackling amongst the women. You'd look even prettier with with manicured nails and shaped eyebrows!

Karl seemed to be shrinking in stature, red faced, with his head down. The humiliation must have been unbearable. The girl receptionist handed Karl a robe and asked him to get changed in a cubicle.

Karl, clutching the pink, fluffy robe, disappeared. There were many screams as the girl depilated my husband, causing more amusement amongst the women.

Karl emerged, fully clothed, anxious to get out of the place as quickly as possible. He moaned all the way home about the pain he was in and why it was that women had such things done to them.

It was like undergoing torture! When I climbed into bed that night, it was to find a hairless soft body. It was almost like sleeping beside another woman.

But still Karl refused to buckle, so I took things a little further. I made him wear perfume, jewellery and make up.

He looked quite pretty in full make up. Karl hated having to wear make up. He squirmed and whimpered as I applied the cosmetics to his face.

I made him learn how to "put on his face". Karl resented having to use lipsticks, eyeliners and make up brushes, especially as I rarely wore cosmetics nowadays, and he was aware that I was making him even more feminine than I was!

Finally, I purchased a wig for him. A long blonde one. In spite of his height and build, dressed up in women's clothes, his face made up and framed by a woman's glory, Karl looked like a very convincing woman indeed.

He looked far more feminine than I did and he knew this and deeply resented it. He still did all of the housework, as he wore the skirts and I wore the trousers.

I went back to work with a lighter heart as I now had the chores taken care of. Karl still refused to admit his affair. It was a source of great frustration to me, in spite of the benefits and amusement in feminising him.

I did not know what else I could do. I couldn't get his ears pierced or his hands maincured as he had to maintain a male persona in the wider world and those were dead giveaways.

Then I hit on an idea. When Karl got home, I ordered him to change into his evening gown. My husband now owned a full length pink silk evening gown that showed off his shoulders, back and decolletage' to best advantage.

He also had to wear jewellery with it, including clip on earrings, with it and a pair of matching stilettos. Karl gave me a black look but went upstairs to change.

This time, I cooked the meal and set the places on the table to have the meal. Karl appeared, a vision of pink silk and long blonde hair, blushing and moaning about having to wear the gown and heels.

Then he noticed that I had set three places at the table. He blanched "Don't tell me you've invited someone else! Please tell me you haven't!

I felt a small degree of pity for him but remembered that he had brought all of this upon himself with his unbelievable stubborness.

As he opened it, the doorbell rang. She's here" I told him "You'll just have to brazen it out". You look very nice. Now, go and sit down whilst I answer the door".

Miserably, Karl took his place at the table. He was shaking with fright. Poor macho husband, I thought, the thought of someone seeing you dressed as a woman has you scared out of your wits.

Are you not man enough to be a woman? I answered the door and escorted our guest inside. Due to the nature of our relationship, our greetings were terse.

Stacey strode confidently into the dining room. She was dressed in a blouse, jacket and skirt combination and wore stockings and high heels.

She was heavily made up and perfumed. Her perfume was overpowering. Stacey looked around and took in the sight of a rather large woman dressed in an elaborate evening gown.

She spun around to face me "Who's this? I heard a lock before she proceeded to draw the blinds. She said nothing and told me to turn around and close my eyes for a surprise.

Out of nowhere she pounced on me, pinning me down on my stomach on the bed. She yanked my hands behind my back and secured them together with handcuffs.

Before i could curse at her, she pulled a bandanna between my lips and proceeded to cleave gag me. This was not good. She proceeded to cuff my arms to the bed with a second set of cuffs before furiously pulling off my trousers.

Out of the bag she pulled a pair of black panties and opaque tan tights. I murmured into the gag, acting as if this was a nightmare when in actual fact this was a dream come true.

She un-cuffed me and handed me some clothes. A pair of opaque tan tights, black panties and matching black padded bra. Fake breasts, a vintage 50s white dress and black boot heels.

I walked into the bathroom and rolled down my boxers. I pulled the panties up and proceeded to begin putting on the tights. I'm not going to lie, i know exactly how to put on tights.

I do it all the time when i'm home alone, but i've never been forced to do it and tied up. I rolled the tights up one leg, then the other and stood.

I took off my t-shirt and let it drop to the floor. I then secured the fake breasts in place with the bra and put on the dress.

I then slipped my feet into the heels and zipped them up. I looked really, really good. This was weird. I opened the door and stepped back into her bedroom, i was good with heels, walked plenty of times in them.

She giggled as she saw me and instructed me to sit back down. She kissed me. On the lips. We made out for around 20 minutes before she pushed me back down onto my back.

Then, again, out of nowhere she cuffed my hands. This time my feet too, but higher up than before. Next came the gag once again but this time it was a ball gag.

She stuffed it into my mouth and secure it. I could not talk, nor move. Only struggle and murmur into the gag.

She loved this torture.

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There are two schools of thought on enforcing a corset on an unwilling wearer. They undoubtedly are quite effective and tamper proof and can reduce a man to helpless submission.

I prefer however to leave him unlocked. He knows he can undo his lacing, admittedly with difficulty. But he also knows that it would become immediately evident at his next daily inspection and that punishment would ensue.

That way it is not a padlock but your willpower that keeps the corset in place. I do not believe in caning. The one time he did tamper with his lacing, he was put in his chastity belt which is entirely foolproof!

He never tried it again. I then make him put it on himself, adjust it, lock it and hand me the key which I keep in my bra.

He has never succeeded. It is made of stainless steel. Of course if I discover him masturbating , which is difficult but still possible in his corset, the belt goes on immediately.

I am planning a punishment corset for him. I usually update his situation at Christmas. I remember he went quite pale when I told him and suggested he enjoy the week of free time he had left.

At that point he had been laced only 16 hours a day. Usually at Christmas I present him with a new and more restrictive corset and he has come to expect something like that each year.

The new one that year incorporated shoulder straps, something else for him to ponder during the week. When we started in the new year, they were tightened one notch a day until they were at their maximum.

Of course corsets have to be laundered. His new punishment corset extends from neck to knees. It is made of heavy rubber and Kevlar with wide one inch steel boning molded into it at half inch intervals.

It is not laced but secured with a series of clamps, something like hose clamps, which are tightened with a power screwdriver. The whole apparatus weighs about 50 pounds.

Despite the complexity it can be applied in about twenty minutes. The helmet has an optional ball gag.

The eyes can be either covered with zippered flaps or not. Although the genital area is covered by the corset, a hose fits over the penis to allow urination.

That should be sufficient. Sometimes a man will be so fearful of such punishment that he actually manages to avoid offending.

If that is the case, you must find or invent some excuse on occasion. Of course he never is told how long his punishment will last.

When he pulls the helmet over his head I usually but not always make him do that himself as well he does not know whether it will be there for an hour, a day or a week.

When the punishment is for more than a day, I remove the helmet but not the corset for 30 minutes each evening so that he can eat and drink.

However he is not allowed to speak during that time and also is not told until the last minute whether he has completed his punishment or whether the helmet will be put on again.

The psychology of this sort of discipline is as important as the treatment itself and several times I have been successful in reducing him to tears.

Needless to say, they did not help him. I did this with his chastity belt and will do it also with his new punishment corset. Some women do not permit their subs to have sex.

I allow it but strictly at my wish. My low-cut tops and dresses were very humiliating as well. I didn't tell my mom about this until way later.

My aunt has since passed away, but I'll never forget what she did. I'm so sorry that happened to you. That was not right of your aunt.

You should have told your mother sooner but you just gotta know it's in the past and you don't have to wear girl clothes anymore. I know that and thank you, but when you're put through an ordeal like that, a part of you can never forget that.

It isn't just wearing girl's clothes. So I didn't look out of place and weird, because all I had was girl's clothes, I had to make myself look like a girl as well.

Otherwise, I'd look like a circus freak Therefore, it was much larger than wearing clothes. Having said that, with all the other stuff that went along with it to hide that I was a boy so I didn't get picked on worse, I had to put on makeup and style my hair and with mini skirts and stuff to wear, I even shaved my legs!

Sorry to blush. It was embarrassing. To deal with the bullying, I just ignored it, or made it out like it didn't bother me. I hated every minute of it, but a part of me can't hide Kayla.

I just need to let myself grow from this experience. O'Killian Well-known member. Last edited: Feb 22, I'm sort of hoping you're just trolling because I don't want to believe someone could actually be that F-ed up and cruel.

Your aunt sounds like she was absolutely messed in the head. That is abusive. Didn't your mom wonder what happened to your old clothes? And did you just go to a different school for 2 months where people didn't know you, or what?

Last edited: Oct 22, Awkwardamanda, remember when I said ny aunt disposed of my boy clothes? She locked them in a chest in her room where I couldn't have access to them.

Knowing I wouldn't say anything to my mother, she repacked my suitcase with the boy clothes after I moved out of her house. As far as school goes, I lived in more rural areas growing up.

Unlike big cities where the school district was assigned based on where you are in the big city, in farm communities, you can be miles away from the neighboring town, and still go to the same school, so therefore The kids continued to pick on me the rest of that year.

Remember how I said I was 13? The incident happened in 7th grade By the time I reached high school, I was in a place with a whole bunch of new kids, by which time, the majority of them didn't know what happened to me.

Thanks OKillian, that's not an awkward offer. If I ever need to bend your ear, I definitely will.

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