Limitations

A little over year has elapsed since I last wrote about my corseting experiences - twelve months in which I twice had to go into hospital for an operation.  Leaving aside the considerations of what the doctors and nurses would make of a guy wearing a corset (I daresay that in A&E they've probably seen it all before anyway) it wouldn't have been altogether practical - unfortunately.  But with that hopefully behind me, it's time to pick up from where I left off.

If there's one thing that almost eighteen years of wearing a corset has taught me, it's that once you stop lacing up regularly, even for a short while, you soon slip back to where you were in terms of waist reduction.  Whilst I have, on many occasions, worn a very tight corset for hours and hours it doesn't, and can't, result in a permanent effect.  In fact there's a certain logic behind the supposition that wearing it little and often is in fact more effective than periodic 'binge' corseting with long gaps in between.  I suppose it all depends on what you want in the long term, as well as what opportunities come your way.

So where am I now?  In a 30" PVC corset to be precise: together with a blue denim one it's one of two 30" ones I own.  The laces don't *yet* tighten fully so it's far from a perfect fit on me, but comfortable enough to remind me of why I love being in a corset so much and what I've been missing this past year.  

Shouldn't be too long before I can get back into the 28" one which was always my favourite, but whether I can make it to a 26" once again is more of a debatable point.  I achieved the near-impossible five year ago, and posted a set of photos showing how tight it was compared to a pair of 34"jeans:

       
I have to come clean and confess that I have doubts as to whether that level of tightlacing would have been particularly sustainable in the long term: I mean there must be limits as to how much it's physically possible (let alone desirable) to take waist reduction to, and I have distinct recollections of starting to feel slightly bruised almost, which may account for why I didn't persevere with it. 

Visually on the other hand it was pretty stunning, I thought, and the accompanying opportunities for gender-bending are and always have been for me very much the icing on the cake as far as being in a corset goes: