How it all began

It all started off, as I remember, something like this:  We'd all been sat there listening as she regaled us with the tale of her night out on the town in her rubber corset, and while most were somewhat grossed out by the whole thing, I was listening with rapt attention, my eyes almost on stalks.  I couldn't have made it more obvious if I'd tried.
  
"You'd look good in a corset"  she whispered as she eyed me up and down.

"Yeah, right"   *sneer of derision*

"No seriously, you ought to try it: you'd enjoy it"   *conspiratorial grin*

I've always been a huge believer in the 'try anything once' principle, and when not long afterwards I bought from an internet site, largely on impulse, a red rubber fetish corset of my own, I found almost immediately that prediction #2 came true.  I didn't dare wear it out in public, so whether #1 was as well, I never properly got to find out.

In fact it wasn't much more than a waist cincher, and while I liked the rather kinky fun aspect of it tremendously, I soon found myself wondering what a proper corset would be like to wear.  So... I saved up the money to buy myself a locking black leather bondage corset.  If you're into bondage, then you don't need me to tell you what a huge turn-on that was to wear, and if you're not - then you don't know what you're missing!

So that was pretty much how I got started, some sixteen years ago now.  The transition to wearing corsets with more of a functional idea behind them (after all, popping out to Tesco's clad only in a padlocked leather corset is going to raise more than the odd eyebrow or two) evolved more gradually over a period of time.  I've been lucky enough to have been encouraged in my corsetting endeavours by several other guys, but while I've valued temendously all the advice and help I've received, what I'm going to write about on here is based on my own observations and experiences, and mine alone.  So with that caveat in mind, here we go.....