CELESTE GOES MODERNE

published in John Willie's "BIZARRE"

Read about the exciting experience of CELESTE by exploring her new leather corset!

Dear Editor,

it was a surprise and quite delightful to find my last letter published in the #15-16 issue when 1 wrote about my latex corsetry. Since then I had made a good many more accessories to my rubber wardrobe and finally ended up by beginning on some leather attire.

It wasn't easy to turn out a neat leather corset, I discovered, but I was able to turn out lovely results by covering a cloth corset with a leather facing. My first finished attempt has been very nice, indeed, and it is most extreme in its figure controlling features. The night I finished it my husband and I had planned a "fitting party" to go with it. He had been planning a few things for me to do to add to the fun and I was in for a real surprise.

After giving him full instructions on how to lace me into it, I was blindfolded and I heard him unlock the door to one of our unused rooms into which he led me. In a few moments he had me all trussed up on an overhead "lacing bar" which I've read so much about in your little magazine. To my surprise he strapped my feet to the floor and put tension on my arms, which spread me awfully tightly as well. I found it quite exciting to wait like this while he readied my corset and soon it was draped about me.

After the front clasp was closed he took the slack out of the laces and began to pull them snug all the way up the back whereupon he massaged my flesh through the leather to make the corset settle about me well. I asked him how I looked but he told me to wait until he was done in a curt reply! Now he began to pull in the laces in real earnest and as he pulled I could feel my torso stretch out of the top and bottom of the corset thus aiding in slimming my waist considerably as it caused my arms and legs to be pulled quite hard up and down. After what seemed an interminable time he stopped and rested some and said he had to pull it down another inch to close me up! I had made the diaphragm and chest quite tight to be sure I had a smooth tapered, long-waisted figure and the pressure simply was appalling and I was already so tight my breath came in very tiny puffs with such rapidity I thought I would faint with further lacing.

I whispered a plea for quits but he didn't hear me or just pretended and worked on the last inch before my closure with lots of muscle. I felt utterly ready to faint and I was so breathless I couldn't utter a sound when he announced the awaited closure and my ears were ringing a little too. But I wasn't done he told me, and commenced to lace up each thigh panty to a very tight fit. I thought that with the cinching of my shoulder straps he would take me down from the lacing bar and let me lie down awhile but no! He made me stay there for a few minutes and I heard him tearing paper.

My corset was so excruciatingly snug I hardly felt like asking what he had in mind but even if I tried to talk my breath seemed exhausted on half a word!  The blindfold came off quickly and I looked around but he was already behind me so I waited silently for his next move. Shortly I got a glimpse of a lather mask he pulled over my face and head and I realized I was about to be done up á la bizarre from head to toe. He worked the mask over my face and it felt like it fitted every undulation of my face and head as he drew it tight. I could see nothing of course and neither could I open my mouth, as it was very snug under my jaw and across my mouth. I sensed its presence about my neck, as well as he finished drawing up the laces.

Presently he loosed the lacing bar and my ankles and my arms dropped numbly to my sides and my hands found my leather hips and I rested breathlessly.  I felt like a wet noodle inside of a rigid pipe!  I wanted to "sag" into a bed and rest for hours but I could not twitch a muscle inside the corset's confines as I minced across the room on my five-inch heels to find a wall to lean on. I found a wall but was almost "winded" by the exertion.

My mask was most exasperating in my breathless state as I felt it was suffocating me and I reached to undo its laces only to find them secured under a zippered nap! My feelings were certainly all to my-self now without any means of expressing myself — a shockingly intense blow to me who so likes to talk with people. I wanted to plead for some respite but how could I? After about ten minutes my hubby did me a little good and be unsnapped the eve covers.

My surroundings were revealed to me through tiny peepholes in the mask but the covers folded to the side, which allowed me only vision straight ahead!  I started for the mirror but he pulled me back and told me to stand still and at this point he gathered my elbows together in back with a strap, then did likewise with my wrists! I couldn't argue with him and I couldn't move very well because still on the verge of fainting with any exertion but then he told me to go look in the mirror.

It was indeed startling to behold myself in my bizarre attire! In the mirror I saw a faceless feminine form, snow-white from head to toe, without arms and with extremely curvy outlines. My hands and my eyes were frustrated from going over the whole effect in much detail, which irked me immeasurably! The arm straps I wore forced me to lean back enough so that I possessed an unnaturally high, prominent bust line, but this with the wide breast cup separation and the hip curves emphasized by the tight fifteen-inch waistline gave an effect that looked superbly neat and lovely. It was then that I sensed the glamour of sternly effective figure training.  I was very pleased and excited about the results even in this uncomfortable posture and I found the feeling of helplessness to be keenly thrilling to me even when mixed with the little corset pains and aches . . . After awhile I lay down on the day bed to rest and get used to this unusual containment and let the corset do it- settling on my figure. Eventually I regained my breath but it still came in only the tiniest of puffs over the tight diaphragm control. I certainly didn’t rest as well as I might have had my arm-been unbound but after some time I felt my hubby undo the nap on my mask that enclosed my mouth-clenched teeth that I wanted out for awhile!  He kissed me firmly twice and closed the mask up again and announced that I could be fed some bouillon for supper and then remains well laced and strapped until ten the next morning when I could have some coffee and a raw egg!  After that announcement I felt simply gruesome!

Such mortification! Such arrogance on his part! Perhaps I had relied on being able to remove my confining garments too soon to please his fancy but I was absolutely furious with him and all the more so because I couldn't tell him so. He came near me and I gave him a kick in the shins, which wasn't politic in my condition!  I had misjudged his mood and the instant I had done it I knew it. Anyway he picked me up and dumped me on the day bed again and in a twinkling I realized that he had strapped my knees and ankles together to complete my helplessness.  The worst was yet to come. He knew I was hungry and thirsty so he brought in tasty foods and things and let me smell them, each and all, but nary a taste did I get! I wiggled and threshed about trying to express my feelings but he was unrelenting so there I lay to be pestered and teased at his fancy in breathless anger. I was so miserable after he had eaten and I be came frightened for the first time and had wild ideas about being forced to stay this way until I fainted from hunger.  I foolishly fought my bonds again and exhausted myself wiggling until I nearly passed out. I was so frightened and worked up I cried for a long time inside the mask and at last fell into a fitful sleep . . .

I guess I had been awake for some time when I finally realized my legs were free. I struggled into a standing position and realized my arms were terribly stiff from the cramped position I had them in all night. I stepped a short distance to find something I recognized but before I could my hubby came to me and unstrapped my mouth shield and told me he wanted me to promise him that if he set me free I would not retaliate! If so, I could take off as much of the outfit as I cared and have breakfast with him. I told him I really wasn't mad at him and that 1 would never do anything like kicking again. I explained that I was scared as much as anything and really I had asked for the whole affair, after all!  Well, he said, he hoped I'd learned my lesson and he'd take my word and promise. Soon he had unmasked my perspiring face and unbound my arms for breakfast. With arms and head free I began to feel like normal again for a change. I experienced a frightfully hard time mating with my waist laced so small. I have been used to seventeen inches but I think the difficulty was with the tightness about my diaphragm, which almost made swallowing impossible.

After my snack I was told by my ever-Lovin’ that I had to go back in the mask without delay. He said he was going to keep me in it until I learned to like it and that from here on I'd better not count on having it off for eating or sleeping, anytime that I was around the house!  What I didn't realize at the time was that he had taken a six weeks leave from his work to be sure I staved in training, and what a surprise it was for me to discover that he was around every day to keep me just so! During this time he waited on me for everything, and every morning I was put up on the lacing bar and retightened from top to toe after which he took me down for breakfast as soon as he had it ready. Usually he made me wait on the lacing bar for an hour before eating. In the morning I had to do housework and get everything done by touch and feel by noon or he would secure my elbows behind my back with straps and the same with my legs and subsequently spend the afternoon lying on the daybed silently.  This I had to do eight times in the first two Weeks of training. After the first few days of this I was able to eat without difficulty while fully laced in and I had less and less trouble doing my housework in darkness, although I couldn't eat much at a time.

At the end of a month of this routine, I had become remarkably accustomed to it and even more so than I had thought possible. At first I felt I'd never get used to the mask encasing my head but it became less and less bothersome every day and I ended up liking it immensely.  All this was nearly six months ago and since then I've seldom spent more than an hour at home unmasked. It was several months ago that I decided to shave my head so that the mask would fit better and tighter.  Now when I appear in public I wear a full wig, which is easier to keep nice than my own hair!  All this time my figure hasn't changed an iota and I possess a neat 36-14,5-36 shape thanks to the exceptional control of my leather corset. Now, one of the pleasantest things I do every day is to get bathed, powdered, perfumed and then corseted and masked for dinner, after having worn it all for the previous 24 hours!

Now you know how “Rubber Foundation” tried something new and liked it. My husband is certainly in love with leather-dressed spouse and calls me Leatherhead” (á la Bizarre).

Very sincerely yours,

CELESTE

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