Date: Wed, 12 May 2010 07:05:12 -0400
From: David Foster <dfmorgan32@gmail.com>
Subject: Sylvia and the Girdle Boy

Note from Sylvia: After publishing three of my girdle
memoirs, a number of girdle lovers wrote me and told me of
their earliest girdle thrill, often describing an unexpected
and life-changing erotic experience with their first girdle-
induced orgasm during early puberty. Many of these memoirs
began with trying on a mother's or sister's girdle,
sometimes resulting in their very first ejaculation into the
garment. This story is derived from my own experience and
those of a number of others. Thanks to all who wrote me at
dfmorgan32@gmail.com.


Malcolm, my newest and most exciting girdle sweetheart, had
purchased for me a new condo apartment in a luxurious
fifteen story building, a place where he could dress and
keep his rapidly expanding wardrobe of girdles, lingerie and
other feminine attire, and where I could live in
unaccustomed ease and comfort. Although only one bedroom, it
had a large living room for entertaining my many T- girl
friends and their lovers and admirers. Almost every weekend,
Malcolm and I would host a gathering where the finest in
both modern shape wear and vintage corsets and girdles were
on display and where their erotic stimulation could be fully
satisfied. I'll talk about one of those parties in a future
story.

Meanwhile I want to tell you about Billy, a darling young
boy of twelve who lives in the building with his parents.
Almost from the day I first moved in, I noticed this boy
watching me admiringly whenever we would meet - in the
elevator or lobby, or at the Starbucks on the corner where I
often stopped. He was about five feet, four or five inches
tall, slender, with a sweet face and longish blond hair.

One day in the elevator, I introduced myself as a new
resident and he told me his name. "Glad to know you, Billy,
I hope we'll be friends," I said and he nodded shyly and
smiled. I was wearing a form-fitting skirt and rather tight
sweater and I could see his eyes going over my feminine form
with the eagerness of a young fox. I felt a very naughty
surge in my Rago 6210 at the thought of introducing a
virginal boy clit to my kind of pleasure.

A few days later, I was at the coffee shop in the late
afternoon when Billy came in, obviously on his way home from
school. I invited him to sit with me and treated him to a
frozen latte. We got to chatting about one thing and another
and he finally said, "I really like the way you dress,
Sylvia."

"Why, thanks, Billy, what a sweet thing to say!  I try to
look nice. What do you like especially?"

"Oh, I don't know. You're always look sort of, you know,
dressed up, neat looking. I mean, you mostly wear skirts
instead of slacks or jeans. And I like stockings, I guess."
With that he glanced down at my crossed legs, thrust out
from the side of our small table. I reached down and pulled
the skirt up a bit and smiled at him.

"You like looking at my legs in stockings?

He blushed and stammered, "I guess." His eyes didn't leave
my nylon-clad legs and I moved slightly so that the skirt
rose high enough for the top of my hose and a garter to
appear. His eyes glowed and his mouth opened slightly. I saw
his hand go instinctively under the table and his lips
whispered, "God!" I reached out and touched his arm, the
hand of which I was sure was grasping his boyish erection.

"Are you okay, Billy?"

"Oh, yes, it's just that I never saw."

"Saw what?"

"Stockings with a top and that black thing attached," he
stammered.

I laughed, "I get it. You've only seen panty hose. Is that
what your mother wears?" He nodded and I went on, "I only
wear regular stockings and that black thing is a garter.
There are six of them that come down from my black girdle to
hold up the hose."

"You wear a girdle?"

"Always," I smiled.

"I found some old fashion magazines in the attic of my
grandma's house that had lots of pictures of women in
girdles, you know, ads."

"Did you like looking at them?"

"Yeah, it was neat to imagine seeing a woman dressed that
way. You know, a girdle, bra and stuff."

"Maybe someday you will," I said. I rose, gave him a quick
kiss on his cheek and said, "I've got to run, Billy, but I
hope to see you again soon."

" `Bye, Sylvia, thanks for the latte."

Our next meeting was a week later. I should explain that our
condo building has a fully-equipped exercise room with a
Jacuzzi in the basement and that area is next to the laundry
room that has both machines and a sink for hand washing. It
also has dryers and a small drying room for delicate things.
Naturally, I always wash my precious girdles, bras and
pretty lingerie by hand and hang them to dry.

On that day, as I was coming to unload the dryers with my
sheets and towels and take from the line the under things I
had washed earlier, I noticed Billy pedaling fast on an
exercise bike. I waved to him and said, "Hi, there," and he
waved back. A few minutes later, I had filled one basket
with the machine-washed stuff and I was folding my girdles,
stockings, slips, bras, panties and nightgowns and putting
them in a smaller one. Billy came in beside me, watching
carefully what I was doing.

"Doing your laundry, huh, Sylvia?"

"Yes, I have a lot today." Just then I was folding a high-
rise, long-leg panty girdle and I could see Billy studying
it avidly.

"Do you like wearing a girdle, Sylvia?"

"Yes, I love the way they make me look and the way they
feel. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, I don't know. I heard my mother say that girdles are
torture and that she'd never wear one."

I laughed, "Each girl to her own taste. I love that tight
feeling. For me, it's like a loving caress."

"Really? How do you mean?"

"Here, feel this," I said and handed him the panty girdle.
It was pale peach color with satin panels, a side zipper and
six garters. "As you can tell, it's elastic and those firm
shiny pieces keep my tummy and butt in shape."

He took the girdle in his hands as if it were rare treasure
and fondled it eagerly. His eyes were glowing. Suddenly I
realized that this might be the time for girdle seduction.
What a naughty thought! Then I looked down at the shorts he
was wearing for exercise and saw an unmistakable bulge and
knew what I had to do.

"Billy, would you mind helping me carry my laundry back to
my apartment? I'll carry these sheets and stuff if you'll
bring the basket with my lingerie." He eagerly agreed and we
went to the elevator, then up to my place and inside. "Just
take that basket into the bedroom and I'll put this stuff in
the pantry. You can take my things out of the basket and lay
them on the bed." When I rejoined him in the bedroom, he had
again picked up a girdle and was fondling it.

"Sylvia, what does it feel like? When you wear it, I mean."

" If you really want to know, why don't you try one of mine
on?"

"Are you kidding? I couldn't do that."

"Why not? Lots of guys like to wear women's lingerie."

"Really?"

"Sure, Billy, it doesn't mean you're gay or a sissy or
anything."

I could see he was tempted but scared at the idea. "Here," I
said and handed him a cute pink four-garter, boy leg panty
girdle. "Just go in the bathroom and put it on. Then call me
when your covered and I'll come in and make sure it's in
place."

"You won't tell anyone? Promise?"

"Of course not, dear. Our secret. Go on."

He went into the bathroom and after a few minutes, he called
out, "Okay."

When I opened the door I saw that he had stripped off all
his clothes and the girdle was around his boyish form. As I
hoped, he had pulled it up so that his cock was upraised and
already swelling against the elastic fabric. He was looking
at himself in the full-length mirror and I could tell he was
excited at what he saw.

"How does it feel, Billy?"

"I don't know. It really feels good."

"I can see that it excites you."

He glanced down at the mound in the front panel of the
girdle, seemed to realize for the first time that he had a
hard-on and put his hands down to cover it.  He said, "Oh,
my God, Sylvia, I'm.."

I went next to him and took his hands in mine. "Don't worry
about that, Billy, I'm glad that it makes you feel sort of
sexy. Let's look at you." I made him turn around and I ran
my fingers over the fabric as if I were checking the fit,
lightly grazing his upraised cock. "That's nice. Now for
some stockings."

I had brought a pair of light beige seamed hose in with me.
"Just sit on that bath stool and let me help you with
these." I slowly rolled the stockings up each of his fuzz
covered legs, smoothed them into place, then made him stand
as I gave them a final tightening and attached the four
garters. By this time, he was breathing hard.

"There, Billy, now look at yourself in the mirror." He
looked and I could tell he loved what he saw, then a look of
panic came over his sweet face. "What's wrong, honey?"

"It feels real full down there. Like I've got to pee. Right
away."

I laughed lightly, "I don't think that's the problem,
Billy."

"No, really, Sylvia, it feels like something is about to
come out."

"Let me ask you a question, love: Have you ever had an
ejaculation?"

"What's that?"

"Well, if you don't know, maybe you haven't. It's when some
thick white stuff shoots out of your penis."

"Oh, yeah, my Dad was trying to explain it to me. No, I
never have. The kids at school are always talking about
jacking off. One of them tried to show me how but nothing
happened."

"Well, maybe that's what my girdle is doing to you. Bringing
you off. It's perfectly natural for a boy your age."

"It really feels full, Sylvia, I'm trying to hold it back."
Just then his hips shot forward as if to thrust his young
cock deeper into the girdle. "Oh, Jesus, what's happening?"
He clasped both hands over his straining cock and I knew his
spasms were starting. "Oh, oh, oh."

He staggered slightly and I went to him and put my arms
around him and held him close as he pressed his girdled cock
hard against me and whispered, "Oh, Sylvia, I love you."
Finally, his virgin orgasm quieted, he stepped away from me
and looked down at the spreading stain in the girdle.

"I'm sorry, Sylvia, I've made a mess."

"That's alright, dear, we'll just take off that pretty
girdle and wash it right away."

I knelt before him, detached the garters, rolled down the
hose and helped him pull off the girdle. There was a little
thread of cream still hanging from the end of his softening
cock and I reached for it with one finger. "That's too good
to resist," I said and licked the cum from my finger.

"Do you like the taste of that?"

"I adore it. Try it yourself, if you want." He reached down,
took a tiny pearl on his finger from the glistening head of
his now dangling cock and studied it. "What does it taste
like?"

"Sort of like creamy sea water, but not quite as salty. Go
ahead and try it, it won't make you sick, although some
people don't care for it." He licked it tentatively. "Well?"

"It's nice. Kind of smooth tasting." My heart leaped a
little. Could it be that Billy had a natural taste for it?
Calm down, I thought.

"Well, Billy, I'll just put the girdle in to soak, but first
let me clean you up a bit." I dipped a washcloth into warm
water, wrung it out and, before he knew what was happening,
knelt down to clean his tummy and cock. He flinched slightly
at my touch.

He whispered, "What are you doing that for?"

"We can't have you going home with your cock all sticky and
smelling like sex, can we?" Of course, his cock began to
stiffen again at my touch and I laughed and said, "We can't
have any more of that today." I wanted so badly to bend my
head toward him just a few more inches and take that sweet
little boy stick into my mouth but I had sense enough to
slow down.for the moment at least.

When Billy was dressed, he came out of the bathroom and met
me in the living room.

"Thanks, Sylvia."

"You're more than welcome. Want to come back another day and
maybe try on some more of my things?"

"Oh, yes, may I? But remember your promise not to tell
anyone, especially my Dad."

"As I said, our secret." I gave him my cell number and, sure
enough, two days later he called during his lunch recess.

"Sylvia, can I come to your place after school? My parents
are both out until dinner time."

"Do you want to play dress up again?"

"Yeah!"

"Good, I'll have some lovely things ready and maybe we can
dress together."

"What do you mean?"

"We can try on some of my things together."

"You mean I can watch you dress in a girdle and stuff?"

"If you'd like that."

I could almost hear him gulp into the cell phone. "I'll be
there at 3:45, right after school."

When he came to the door, I was dressed in one of my
prettiest flowing dressing gowns and had taken special pains
with my make-up and scent. I had laid out on my bed a nice
selection of girdles; both panty and open bottom and a
couple of pretty garter belts. That morning I had bought a
bra that I thought might fit him and, of course, there was a
pile of panties, slips and other feminine things. I led
Billy into the room and said, "We ought to be able to have a
good time with all of these, don't you think? What would you
like to put on first?"

He went to the bed and ran his hands through the piles of
filmy and firm garments and finally picked up my favorite
firm-control long leg panty girdle, the Rago 6210. "Can I
try this on?" I nodded, "Sure just slip off your clothes and
we'll get started."

I could see he was hesitant to disrobe and I said, "Come on,
Billy, we're secret friends, remember?" With that I slipped
off my robe and stood before him in my open-bottom 18"
Crownette and long-line bra, well filled with my nippled
forms. He gazed at my girdled form adoringly and immediately
stripped off his clothes. His boyish cock was filling but
still not yet hard. He picked up the panty girdle and pulled
into place and I knelt beside him to attach the side hooks
and zip up the closure. By the time the firm garment was in
place, I could see his cock was fully erect.

"Can I ask you a question, Sylvia?"

"Of course, Billy, anything at all."

"When you were a kid, like me, did you ever try on a girdle
and do what I did the other day? You, know, cum in it?" Then
he stopped as if he was thinking. "Oh, but you wouldn't have
because you're a girl."

"I'm a special kind of girl, sweetheart, and to answer your
question, yes, that happened to me, too. I tried on my
sister's girdle and, bingo, I came off."

"But, I thought that girls.." I interrupted him, "No more
talk, Billy, let me help you with some stockings and I
bought a cute bra for you to wear!" Within minutes the
wonderful spell of girdles and lingerie wove their magic
over young Billy and he stood before a full-length mirror in
a long-leg panty girdle, a-cup bra with a soft nylon panty
rolled in each cup, and stockings.

"God, it feels so wonderful! Can I just stay like this for
awhile?"

"As long as you want. Are you getting that full feeling
yet?"

"When I first put on the girdle, I thought maybe it was
going to start. But now it just feels good."

"But you do want to cum again while you're dressed?"

"Oh, yes."

"Well, now is the time for your special treat. Remember I
told you how much I love the taste of your love cream when
you came in my girdle the other day?" He nodded. "Well, this
time I want to taste it as it spurts out." With that I knelt
in front of him, reached into the split crotch of his panty
girdle and guided his stiff boy boner so that it thrust out
of the opening. I held it lightly and took it between my
lips, licking and kissing it with all the loving gentle
skill I could.

I knew he wouldn't last long but I leaned back once to ask,
"Does that feel good, Billy?"

"Oh, yes, but I've got that feeling again. I'm going to
shoot in your mouth."

With that, I put my hands on his girdled bottom and lightly
rubbed as I took his sweet cock into my mouth again. Sure
enough, his spasms started immediately, he cried out and I
felt the cream shooting, gob after gob. Oh, how I adored the
sensation of that young boy-sized cock between my lips,
squirting in response to its first suck.

Of course, I was totally aroused but I was wearing a gaff
under my obg so that my cock was still tucked back. I
wondered, was now the time to reveal my true sexuality to my
girdle student? I'll reveal all in the next episode.