I am a 70 year old man, fit and healthy, non smoker. I am a retired professional, recently separated. I have had a straight exterior all my life. But inside there has always been an elegant 1950s house wife, tightly corseted, heeled and elegantly dressed she has always been desperately trying to get out. She is always there but rarely visible, certainly not to my family. My wife however is aware of my needs but never permitted them to be fulfilled. My mother was the powerful dominant figure I aspired to be like in my youth. My first sexual experiences were when wearing her lingerie and a gorgeous black corselette which I have never forgotten. Now I have the chance I am starting to build up my closet so that Pauline can flower at last