Cold Day Mistake by Mikel
A nice story by Mikel following a male main character and his adventures of wearing different layers of compression gear and different suits. As one might expect from the title, he's a bit too enthusiastic with his clothing choices and later comes to regret them...
It had dropped into the twenties here in the south and to us that’s cold so I knew I would be forced to wear my thermal under wear to work something I didn’t like to do so I thought that maybe I would make it more fun by using the temperature as an excuse to add some “layers”. The idea hit me in the shower so there was no pre-planning involved thus causing what should have been my first warning sign. After drying off and getting more aroused at the idea of being encased for the day, in public, at work and really stuck in whatever I wore drove me to start out by opening the drawer that held my chastity devices. I rarely wore one of these to work because of the type of work I do, the chance to be hurt or rendered unconscious is always a possibility making me leery of being caught chastised. But this morning I thought screw it, I had done it before so again feeling daring I opted for the small steel unit and after some grunting and lotion had it locked tightly around my cock and balls.
I dug out two sets of compression wear, these are sports wear long sleeved shirts and pants that are actually too small for me. I pulled both pants and both shirts on actually sighing as I felt them compressing my body from how long it had been since I had worn any of them. Smiling I grabbed the thermals, long underwear, and pulled them over the compression clothes already noting the increased difficulty in moving and breathing. Now it was time to make my second, no third mistake by letting my arousal lead me into the closet straight to the upper body back brace I had been forced to wear some years ago after a back injury. The brace was made from formed plastic with wide bands over the shoulders and covered me from armpits to hips in rigid plastic. The thing I had enjoyed and why I had kept it was that once you had it pulled over your head and seated properly there was two pieces of plastic connected to the laces of each side that you would pull forwards tightening the brace around you. This meant you could pull it as tight as you could stand making it as close to a real corset as I figured I would ever get.
Of course I couldn’t help but to modify it a bit once I wasn’t forced to wear it every day changing the weak laces for nylon parachute chord and adding four small posts in the front so once I had pulled the laces as tight as I wanted I could slip the “handles” over the pins using both the Velcro and the pins to hold them in place. The pins could be moved about two inches in or out and with the holes in the pins small padlocks fit perfectly making it lockable. So now I was already encased in two layers of compression clothes, one layer of long underwear and I had pulled the brace tight around me smiling as I locked all four pins. With my cock already fighting the short steel tube it was locked into I spotted another item I thought I could get away with wearing and pulled it out of the drawer dragging another long sleeved catsuit with it. Both suits were made to wear under diving suits one with a back zipper and a modified crotch that would allow the tight material to be stretched around my cock and balls and the other with a front zipper and no other openings...
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| Reading time | 25 minutes |
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