Hi,
I started underdressing by being forced – I wrote an article on it a few months back. In short, thanks to school bullying and blackmail, I was coerced into wearing a panty girdle as part of my school uniform when I was just 14. Getting caught was always my worst fear. As the months, and then years went past, I slowly got used to the sensation of wearing it, and started to relax a little about the risk of being caught as it seemed most people – particularly school kids – didn’t seem to notice the obvious signs.
I can still remember the sickening lurch in my stomach when I went into my bedroom and found my younger sister sitting on the bed holding up my girdle and smirking at me. All I could think of was that my worst nightmares were about to be realised – I’d suffered wearing that damn thing every school day for two years for nothing. My parents would now find out, then everyone at school. How I didn’t just turn into a gibbering wreck right there and then I don’t know.
Fortunately my sister was a little sadist. When I told her the story, she was absolutely delighted at the fact that her big brother was being forced against his will to wear a good strong panty girdle every school day and she realised that telling anyone would bring that to an end. So, even though she’d have enjoyed exposing me and enjoying my public humiliation, there was more fun to be had in letting the situation run and enjoying my ongoing predicament.
Recent Comments