1. New Life


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    only physical activity I can perform is move my eyes. This may sound terrible to the reader but it is wonderful and the culmination of my life's dreams. As an added bonus I have unlimited time to write. I can operate my computer through two programs, Vision Key and Quick Glance, with eye movements. This is my only way to communicate with Mistress or anyone else. My writing is interrupted rather frequently by the way my body responds to the stimuli my enclosure and the machines attached to it provide but I don't mind that in the least. Now I should be able to complete the journal of my odyssey properly. This is a complete rewrite of that original submission My enclosure is the final step of a journey that begins with my earliest memories. As long as I can remember I have been fascinated by anything that enclosed or limited and controlled the human body, particularly my own body. I had always dreamed of what it would feel like to wear a suit of armor, space suit, diving suit, leg, neck and back braces, corsets, girdles and bras. As a c***d I fervently wished I would get polio and have to be put in an Iron Lung and then have to use leg braces. At the age of 9 I contracted spinal meningitis. At first they didn't know if I had polio or meningitis. I heard the doctors discussing it with my parents. I just knew that I had polio and every time I heard someone coming down the hall I prayed they were bringing my Iron Lung. No one knew the real reason for the tears I shed when they ...
    announced I had meningitis. I used to sneak into my mother's room and put on her corsets, girdles and bras. I was the only teenager on the block and did a lot of babysitting. I tried on the bras, girdles and corsets of most of the mothers in our neighborhood. At the time I was growing up, firm and heavily boned foundation garments were still common and I loved the feeling of them holding and squeezing my body. I made leg braces from my erector set and curtain rods. I devoured any pictures I could find of braces, armor, diving suits or pilot's pressure suits. The Sears catalogue was my favorite reading material with the numerous foundation garments shown in it. I also discovered that I had strong transsexual feelings although I didn't have any idea what to call them. I loved to dress in corsets, girdles and bras and imagined myself as a woman. The sight of breasts on my chest sent shivers all up and down me. I wanted to wear women's underwear and feel it hold and confine my body and to have breasts. The idea of actually becoming a woman was an impossible dream in the 40s and 50s but it didn't stop me from wishing to become a woman. My ultimate dream was to be a female polio victim and to be in an iron lung at night and wear leg and body braces during the day. At the time I had never even heard of the word transvestite and thought I was the only person in the world who'd ever thought such things. I also found myself fascinated by another feeling I didn't have a name for. I liked to ...
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