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>My wife had begun looking to order us new control >garments via the internet. We took each other’s >measurements and sat down at the computer to browse >for the perfect panty-girdles. When I was a very >little boy, I was fascinated with the big department >store catalogs and newspaper ads with pictures of >women in girdles. >My wife was ordering for herself too and it made me >feel funny in the tummy to be picking out our “figure >hopes.” Yes, each picture showed what the wearer >could hope to look like in each controlling girdle. >As we filled our “wish list” shopping cart with both >everyday lighter-duty girdles and some serious control >ones for when eating out, I wondered, “Did I want a >figure like those models?” >When she hit the BUY button, I knew I was about to >have a complete wardrobe of my own “foundation >garments'' and was accepting my wife’s challenge to >accept figure control. > >When I came home from work a few days ago, my wife met >me at the door. “Your Christmas presents came!” she >cooed as she showed me our new wardrobe of >panty-girdles. “These are all yours,” as she >cheerfully forced a handful of girdles into my arms. >I held one beige girdle and was horrified at the >garments' small size and firmness. >“They’ll stretch,” my wife giggled.

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