Happily Girdled All Day And Every DayUnlike most people whose experiences I've read, my taste for girdles didn't start with my mother's - in fact I don't even know whether she had one. She wasn't given to wandering round the house in her underwear, and as a small boy, my parents' bedroom was forbidden territory unless accompanied. No... it was much much later, about twelve years ago to be exact, that more or less as a dare I first wore a corset, and discovered just how much I liked it. I was pretty much hooked on the spot, and in fact I've worn a corset on and off ever since. Partly because they actually fitted me, but more significantly because they looked and felt sexier, I've only ever worn womens' corsets. So it seemed a natural progression to 'branch out' a bit.... into girls' panties, tights and thigh-highs... and then of course I started wondering what it would feel like to wear a girdle. Mmmm.... YES!!, I thought, as soon as I put one on.
Up until this point, it had all been more or less just a healthy fetish interest (if that isn't a contradiction in terms?). But then, I guess primarily as part of the natural process of ageing, I began to find myself getting a noticeably flabby stomach and with it the associated back aches and pains. Uncomfortably aware of the growing need for some sort of support, I started to wonder about wearing a girdle full-time to achieve it. Not being one to do things by half-measures, I got myself a full-length panty-girdle corselette and tried it. It took a little bit of getting used to: notably the shoulder straps dug into my shoulders at first and I could only wear it for couple of hours at a time. However I soon mastered the knack, and after only a couple of weeks I've built up to being able to be in my girdle all day very comfortably indeed.
I'm not exaggerating when I say it's exceeded my wildest expectations: I totally love it. I get the gorgeous sensation of everything being firmly held in and haven't experienced so much as a twinge since I've been wearing it. After my morning shower, I put on panties, hold-ups and clean girdle and go about my daily routine. Whether it's walking the dog, shopping, going to the doctor (and no need to be embarrassed: doctors have seen it all before) or simply relaxing working at my computer, I now spend the whole day girdled.
The practicalities? It's undetectable under clothes: as a guy I wear male outer garments and although a tight tank-top might be a giveaway, a hoodie or even just a T-Shirt reveals no hint of what lies beneath. Somewhat to my surprise, I discovered I've evidently developed enough in the way of boobs to virtually fill the built-in size B bra cups: they're nice and pert with quite sensitive nipples, and I spend quite a bit of time absent-mindedly playing with them. At the bottom end, being a panty-girdle style, it has an underneath flap with a triple hook-and-eye fastening so I don't need to take it off to pee - which I can do easily either standing or sitting. One unexpected but very enjoyable by-product I've found is that the urge to pee when I'm girdled produces a quite intense sexual pleasure: I'm only guessing, but the tightness between my legs when I'm wearing it must be transmitted through to my waterworks? Last but by no means least, I love the constant hugging sensation, especially as when I'm out only I know what's causing it. Come bedtime I don't really want to take it off, and I have actually slept in it.
I hope I've managed to give some idea of what it feels like to be in a girdle every day. I wasn't sure at the outset whether it was something I'd want to do, but now that I have, I'm totally convinced. In fact I'm 100% sure that I'd be really uncomfortable and miserable not being girdled.