The key, in my opinion, is that wearing a corset should be an enjoyable experience, and if it isn't then you're doing something wrong. As I think I've mentioned before I'm lucky in being pretty much a stock size and so I've never really worn a corset which didn't fit: the only real exception to that was an underbust corset which squeezed a rather unsightly bulge at the top (the proper term for which I've temporarily forgotten) and I subsequently sold it on Ebay.
I started off learning how to tie my own laces, just tight enough to be snug at first, and then being able to re-tighten a little after having being laced up for about an hour or so. I aimed initially to be in my corset for at least part of each day, adjusting the time spent to what I had ro do and how comfortable I was. If I started to feel a bit uncomfortable, I simply took it off to give myself a rest, but found it wouldn't usually be very long before I felt the urge to put it back on and wear it some more. I learned that the goal was to be able to pull my laces tight enough to eliminate the gap at the back of the corset in order to ensure the best fit. I was soon really hooked!
I can't now remember the little milestones: the first time I spent all day in a corset, the first time I slept in it, the first time I dared wear it out (undetectable under a sweater, although a T-shirt can be a bit of a give-away!). Throughout, though, the name of the game has always for me been pleasure. I love looking at myself corsetted in the mirror, admiring narcissistically the flat stomach and curvy bustline, running my hand over the shiny tight PVC, and feeling my body gripped and supported. Being in a corset is an amazingly sensual experience!
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