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First time in a girdle  

GirdlesKillingMe 59M
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1/14/2022 5:00 pm
First time in a girdle

When I was a schoolboy back in the 70s, I was bullied for several things - being a bit overweight, being a bit bookish and not one of the gang, having mild asthma that got me off gym/sports activities. When I was 14, I was on my was to school at the start of the new school year, I was caught by four of the “usual suspects”, who hustled me off down the path and well into the trees. I was naturally in a panic, wondering what it was going to be about this time. I was told that I was missing part of my uniform, and they handed me a box. I nearly fainted when I saw what was on it - a picture of the lower half of a woman modelling a Berlei long leg panty girdle.



I tried to run for it, but they grabbed me and started to try to get my trousers off. My uniform was brand new, and I was scared they'd rip it in the struggle, so I shouted out for them to stop. And, as I cried and they laughed, I took off my shoes and trousers, stepped into this awful thing...and pulled it on. I was in shock at the feel of it on me - to this day, I don't know how they got one the right size, but it seemed so tight! They stared in fascination as the girdle slowly made its way up my legs until I had it fully on, then their eyes met mine.

They took some photos with a Polaroid camera - the types that gave an picture immediately. Then came the sucker punch. If I didn't want anyone to see these pictures, they'd better not catch me at school without my girdle on. As they told me what my future was to be like, their eyes never left my face. Even as I dropped my eyes to avoid looking at them as I put my clothes back on, they’d bend over to look up into my face just to force eye contact as they continued to taunt me.

I just wanted to hide away from them and lick my wounds as I tried to process the fact this awful thing gripping my belly, backside and thighs was a girdle - a girdle! - and I was going to have to wear it every day at school from now on. I was terrified of being found out when I got to school, ashamed at being in women’s clothes, absolutely horrified at being in a girdle, and I just wanted to hide. But wherever I looked, eyes locked with mine to revel in my torment. As I walked awkwardly to school in my restrictive new underwear, a smirking face was never far away, and always with the damn eye contact.

It may seem mild bullying as there was no physical violence involved, but there I was, a 14 year old boy, facing up to appalling prospect of spending the entirety of every school day stuck in a tight panty girdle.

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