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An Old Fashioned Girl
By Jeff (address withheld)

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Clothing fetish slice of life story. (F-solo, no sex, 
fetish)

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I awoke some time before my alarm went off, as usual. I 
lay there in the cozy, warm darkness enjoying the 
sensation of moving my toes and fingers in the slick 
softness of my silken sheets and nightgown, turning 
very slightly from side to side to feel the unyielding 
stiffness and scintillating tightness of my long, 
confining night corset, straining my wrists ever so 
gently against the implacable steel of the handcuffs 
which restrain my arms behind me at night. 

I'll wait until the music comes on my clock radio at 7 
before I get up and carefully cross the room to my 
dressing table, where I've left the key to my 
handcuffs. Only then will I be able to remove the 
tight, padded satin blindfold which has kept me in the 
cozy, warm darkness long past the rising of the sun.

Now begins the morning ritual of undressing completely 
for the bath. First the long, billowy Victorian 
nightgowns, with their acres of soft, shiny silk; next, 
the task of unlacing the long night corset, untying the 
knot at the waist, freeing the yards of braided silk 
ribbon that were wrapped around my waist, after being 
so carefully and tightly pulled through the 36 pairs of 
eyelets only last night, releasing the terrific 
pressure that has confined my body from shoulders to 
knees all through the night, imposing a much more 
desirable shape upon my willing flesh, strictly 
training and disciplining, yet lovingly caressing me. 

Finally the sides of the corset are far enough apart 
that the studs on the steel busk can be unslotted and 
the corset removed. The sensation of relief at my 
release from the night's prison makes me think that 
today I will leave off my corsets and go about free and 
unconfined. But before I am even finished with my bath 
I will be longing for the embrace, the warmth, the 
security of my corsets, and I will tightly lace myself 
up for yet another day.

Once the corset is off, the silk drawers and chemise 
follow quickly, leaving only the task of peeling off 
the very tight, silky lycra support stockings which 
keep my legs in such perfect condition. Nakedness, so 
prized by so many, is very different for me. I love my 
pretty body; I care for it scrupulously with a strictly 
proper diet and two or three hours of ballet, modern 
dance, and bicycling every day, plus frequent long 
walks. But my body doesn't come alive until it is 
covered with layers of silk and snugly confined inside 
a stiff, tightly-laced corset.

After a brisk scrub I dry myself, wiggle into a pair of 
my support stockings, and begin to dress for the day. 
My involvement in graduate school and the consulting 
work I do rarely give me a day (except for weekends) to 
enjoy the luxuries of Victorian dresses during the day. 
So I choose less voluminous, tailored lingerie, whose 
bulk won't show beneath my clothing. 

I usually wear "combinations," a lovely garment 
resulting from combining the chemise with the drawers. 
I always wear two pair, as I like the two layers of 
silk beneath my corsets; they add a certain measure of 
"lubrication" between my body and the corsets, making 
them considerably less confining, and eliminating 
chafing altogether. I have to admit that the multiple 
layers of silk sliding back and forth over each other 
is very stimulating to me.

My day corsets all fit me about the same: from armpit 
to hips, with the waist forced low against the top of 
the pelvis (pretty much the design of the late 1890's). 
They differ in stiffness, degree of compression, and 
amount of constriction about the ribs and diaphragm. My 
daily choice is made according to my expected 
activities. 

If I'm going to be sitting around in the library, 
studying, I will choose a much more severe one than if 
I'm going to be shopping or lunching with a client. 
During the day I always wear a pair of regular nylon 
stockings (the flat-knitted, non-stretch kind with 
seams and reinforced heel and toe) gartered to my 
corset. I wear another silk combination over the 
corset. Finally, a couple of frilly slips and then my 
clothes.

My favorite "modern" clothes are silk blouses with 
long, billowy sleeves, and a full skirt, usually of a 
heavier silk or muted satin. I also love patterned silk 
dresses, especially the shirtwaist style. I wear my 
dresses quite long, about half-way to my ankles, a 
length which is always fashionable. I usually wear a 
nice wool jacket or a light blazer on top, depending on 
the temperature. I've always worn hats, and lately I've 
begun to experiment with veils. 

I'm sure I wouldn't get near as many stares if I lived 
in New York or Los Angeles, but here in Salt Lake City 
you just don't see that many hats, let alone veils.

END

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