The Corset

By Linda Kaye

One day, my Vanessa said to me, “How would you like me in a corset?” Although I knew that Vanessa had been searching the Net for some time for corsets, I assumed (well, hoped, anyway) that the corset would be for me. I had had visions of myself in 5 inch heels, black stockings and a tight, revealing corset. (The fact that I trip over my feet in 2 inch heels didn't matter in my vision.) I would be a femme fatale. Well, this was a pipe dream, anyhow, so I wasn’t too deflated when I realized that she meant the corset would be for HER, not me.

The more I thought about it, the better I liked the idea. Considering my attraction to Vanessa without a corset, the idea of her in one was even more appealing. “Go for it, girl!” I said, and thus began a lengthy search for her first corset.

In the beginning, our attempts proved fruitless, mainly because of cost. Good grief, you could buy an entire wardrobe for what some real corsets cost. And the variety - well, you have so many types of corsets, that to just pick one was a real job. We spent countless hours wandering through the Net and having assorted catalogues sent to us, but cost really was a factor. Finally, in a Frederick’s of Hollywood catalogue, we found the “perfect” first corset for Vanessa. $60 plus shipping and handling - wow, a REAL bargain.

White or black - well, much as Vanessa tries to convince me of her purity, I couldn’t quite imagine a virginal white corset on her, so we chose black. Now the size - well, that’s personal, so we won’t discuss it. Anyhow, the call was made to Frederick’s (by me) and we waited with baited breath for the BIG ARRIVAL.

Some weeks later, we’d given up hope and the excitement had long departed. Just as I was about to make a follow-up call to Frederick’s, the long awaited corset arrived. If Vanessa was excited, she wasn’t nearly as excited as I was, when she pulled the garment out of the package. First there were the laces, which we needed to thread through the eyelets in just the right way. Now came the big try-on, and although Vanessa thought we ought to wait until she was fully made up, I didn’t want to wait.

“Try it on, NOW!” I said.

So upstairs we went and on went the corset. I can’t begin to tell you how much fun it was to play “mammy” as I pulled and yanked and tugged on those laces and an hour-glass figure appeared on Vanessa, as a result of the cinching. Gee, the last time I had so much fun, I was helping her remove hair with an Epilady. No, I’m not into pain, but the intimacy that such efforts bring to a relationship can be great fun. She looked terrific, especially after the breast forms went in. Needless to say, I felt that it was worth every dime and then some!

There’s some sort of mystical change in the balance of our relationship that occurs as I tighten the laces and Vanessa’s body takes on a new form. The feelings of control, for me, and of submission, for her, are powerful forces. If you haven’t tried it, we highly recommend corsetting.

That we enjoy Vanessa’s corset is an understatement. Get one for your husband! It not only is sexy, it’s fun and the fantasies you can live out are endless. The enjoyment “she” gets out of it is eclipsed by the enjoyment I have when she has it on. In fact, I enjoy it so much, I’m back to the pipe dream of getting one for me, too, so I can be a femme fatale, too.


Linda Kaye is married to Vanessa Kaye, who also writes for Transgender Forum. They operate the Couples Network and have their own web site you may enjoy.

Linda and Vanessa have also written a book together:
"Life With Vanessa"
Straight talk about integrating transgenderism into
a loving, caring and positive relationship.





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