Lingerie Diaries

My Corset Craze

my plus size corset craze

I’m not even sure how I got on the email list, but there it was again — another message in my inbox from “that corset store,” complete with up-close photos of gorgeous gals spilling out of satin corsets laced tight and, of course, on super sale. The emails seemed to pop up every week, and I never could bring myself to unsubscribe…

I’m not normally a lingerie gal, especially since giving birth to a child 6 years ago and my marriage (read: sex life) fizzling out around the same time. But I had a wild life before I got married, involving a piece or two of latex and lace, and I’ve always loved looking at erotic photos of women. So, there I was, daydreaming about scoring a corsetry deal and wishing I was 5 or 10 pounds thinner. Then, maybe, I could take a chance and order one of those tempting and intimidating garments. I mean, you’d have to be pretty thin to rock one of those, right?

Turns out, that’s not right. Inspired to do a little reading up on the subject, I searched the web for “corset” and “plus size.” What came up was a bunch of hits on “waist training,” a phrase new to me. Down the internet rabbit hole I went, and when I came up for air, I was newly inspired to invest in myself. Seems corsets can not only instantly boost your natural curves, but over time may actually lead to a more permanent hourglass shape — all while looking sexy as hell. I was sold (or more accurately, I bought).

I ordered a dark purple satin “short underbust” style, which does not go as high up the ribcage or as low down the hips as a traditional corset. It was on sale, and I also felt that a short corset would make a good starter choice, since it seemed less intimidating in size and amount of lacing involved . The package arrived during the day, allowing me to handle the corset and try it on in private. This turned out to be a very good thing.

The internet was very helpful in supplying a selection of videos on how to lace myself up. By the time I wrapped the silky yet firm fabric around my naked middle, I was a little nervous — as well as a little excited. It felt indulgent and also somewhat naughty to hook the metal busks and smooth the satin over my hips. It had been so long since I had worn any kind of lingerie, and this corset seemed to me like the epitome of a “sexy underthing.” I had to use a mirror to reach around and find the laces. The criss-crossing black ribbons, arguably the sexiest part of a corset, made my soft-bodied self look — and feel — positively voluptuous. I thought, briefly, of the tassle-tipped pasties I had seen on the corset site…. Maybe next time.

I was ready to tighten. With two laces in one hand and two in the other, I pulled my arms out to the side and felt the breath leave my lungs as my ribs compressed. At the same time, I noticed another sensation. Warmth pervaded my groin, most likely related to extra blood flow being diverted from the center of my body outward. It was definitely not unpleasant, and I was driven to tug the laces even tighter before tying a clumsy but secure bow at the small of my back.

Turning to face the mirror, I was surprised at how great I looked. My constrained waist was highlighted by the generous outward curve of my hips and my overflowing bustline, which was forced upward like never before. My panty-clad rear end, normally not my favorite body part, offered a perfectly soft horizontal balance to the strong vertical line of the lacing. I was in love — with my own image.

It may be hard to understand how new this self-attraction was for me. Thinking I would only look heavier in fitted or body-skimming clothes, I exclusively wore loose or even baggy tops and dark, wide-legged pants. But now, in the tightest — and most purple! —article of clothing possible, I saw a seriously hot, smiling woman looking back at me. The tight holding around my middle and the electric awareness of my crotch and breasts had completely altered the mental image I usually held of my own body. Rather than squishy or shapeless, I was now sleek, supported, shapely, and sexualized.

What happened next? Let’s just say I did what anyone would do when faced with a drippingly hot woman in a plus size corset, posing in their bedroom. My husband wasn’t due home for hours, and I realized I was overdue for some seriously sensuous self-care.

Since then, that “starter” corset got a lot of regular wear, and in fact, I’m thinking of adding another to my collection. I might go with something a little longer and a little tighter this time…

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3 Comments

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    Deborah
    December 22, 2016 at 2:02 pm

    Ohmygoodness! What a story. I have to say, I am inspired to get a corset. Who couldn’t use a little waist training and some excitement!?

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    Samantha Hill
    December 22, 2016 at 11:41 pm

    You have inspired me to purchase a corset. I have been thinking about getting obesity and being a larGerman lady, I had the same thoughts as you. But thank you for giving me the encouragement to go ahead

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    Carla
    January 19, 2017 at 2:22 am

    Being a curvy woman does not stop us from feeling sexy. A corset is just the thing to enhance our womanly curves. You have definitely motivated me to invest in some pieces and get the lost confidence back!!

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