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I don't know about you, but I've always wondered about the claims from the girdle firms about 18 hour girdles and the like. So, having had a few days off this last week, I thought I'd give it a trial.

The Rules: I must wear the same satin panties and 18-hour firm control Girdle for the duration. When using the Toilet, I must "go" as a female would, so seat down at all times and wear a gag during use. During the day I must wear my Wolford opaque tights and gold high heel court shoes at all times (unless a visitor comes). I may have no more than one 15 minute shower in any 24 hours, again, wear a gag until back in my lingerie. I must tie myself up at least twice a day, BUT not "cum", erections are acceptable, but no release until the end of the trial. My outfit should be satin or sheer blouse, tight miniskirt early evening, long flowing skirt for relaxing evenings, if wished, otherwise stay in miniskirt. Bedtime bra and panties/girdle to remain on, with satin nightdress.

Starting off Monday night, I got changed about 5pm into my satin panties, with liner, added my 18-hour girdle, then a pair of padded panties and my Walford's mocha opaque tights, very sexy and wonderful to the touch! My black and green padded bra camisole and thong completed my underwear.

My breast forms went in and moulded to my body and soon warmed up to body temp, in the padded bra of the camisole they felt absolutely astounding as they were so firm when I brushed them with my upper arms or rested against a wall or door frame as they felt so real and the sensations just travelled so well into my body.

My 3" gold high heeled court shoes gave me a height lift and made me walk more sedately as well as give my legs a more sexy tone as I was lifted up by the heels. I decided to see how long I could cope in these as well! My final touch was my long platinum blonde wig which comes down to frame my face and breasts.

Having decided how I was to be dressed, I got shaved, to reduce the amount of stubble overnight as well as tidy myself up a bit. Returning to the bedroom I slipped into my sheer white blouse and office Secretary's mini-skirt and I was ready for the evening's activities.

I went into the kitchen and made tea, sitting correctly, with my short, tight skirt tucked under my bottom helping to keep my legs together, ladylike, and listening to my heels tapping on the wooden floor as I walked around the kitchen serving tea and cleaning up and tidying away afterwards.

After tea, I browsed the TV channels for a while but there was nothing that grabbed my attention, my mind was already on what I was planning on doing over  the next 48 hours or so. So, about 8.30pm I turned the television off, shut the flat up and went into my bedroom. I'd seen a image of a new rope position I wanted to try out so decided to try it for a while. I got the chair ready, laid out the ropes and ties as well as a ballgag and sat and got started. First I wrapped my ankles with a few coils of rope, tensioned off to the bottom bar of the chair's steel frame. Next some more rope was coiled around my knees to keep them together and stop too much movement on my part.

Another coil of rope and the difficult tie began. Didn't manage it too well this first time, but it was nice so I'll probably have another go tonight! A double wrap above my breasts, over my arms as well, then aone at a time, a length of rope was brought from the loop in the middle of my back, just by my bra clasp, was brought through under my arm, and the ropes, then pushed back over the rope, but under my arm, and tightened up again to the loop behind me. The same was done to the ropes around my other arm. Another loop of rope was then fastened around my waist from one chair upright to the other and this was passed through the loop behind my back, tightening things up and over my shoulders, down to the ropes in front which were then tightened up around my breasts, causing them to protrude somewhat.

Slipping a nice muffling ballgag in wasn't easy now and may well have caused one rope to slip a little loose, but I managed it, finally a pair of black opera gloves to prevent burns to explain later, I squeezed my hands and wrists into the cuffs ready and fastened to the back of the chair and sat and enjoyed the sensations of being bound and lack of control for a while. No idea who long I sat there, but after a while I found I wanted to see what I looked like as my camera batteries had packed up earlier, just as I was getting tied in fact! So, already I was securely fastened in the chair, I know that behind the sliding wardrobe door behind my was a mirror, so, if I could shuffle around in the chair, I might be able to first of all, slide the door open so I could see the mirror and thus my reflection, I started to inch the chair around.. It took some doing as I'd put my heels over the crossbar at the bottom of the chair and tied my ankles off to it, but in the end I managed to shuffle enough to be able to slide the wardrobe door along enough to see the mirror, then a bit later enough to get the chair to face the mirror. shaking my head to get my hair out of my eyes I finally got to see myself trussed, bound and gagged in the mirror, with just a flash of matching thong, black with a little green showing through the black lace under my black pinstipe skirt.

Although I was by now sweaty, excited and still gagged, I did not really want the evening to finish now, but instead continue as long as possible, certainly into tomorrow at the very least, I gave myself the task of getting free of the chair whilst still cuffed and gagged. I flexed my knees as best I could, felt behind me for the rope from the knee tie without success I'm afraid and eventually cooled my ardour down enough to concentrate on getting my knee ropes loose and in doing so, had also loosened the rope around my ankles, just enough to wiggle my nylon clad feet out of my shoes, then with quite an effort, got my ankles free of the ropes, one ankle at a time. (Not an option for much longer, have just ordered a pair of locking ankle cuffs and straps for heels).

Having freed my ankles I could now concentrate on the rope holding my cuffs to the chair. Not easy in gloves to find and undo knots, but I did it and was at last able to reach the knee rope to the back loop and release that allowing me finally to stand, still gagged, still cuffed. Putting my gold high heel shoes back on, I was able to walk over to my release point where I was at liberty to free myself though I had to untie the ropes before I could free my hands and remove the gag. I was ready for bed after that and removed my blouse and miniskirt, placing them neatly in the wardrobe before removing my tights and padded panties, retaining just my satin panties and firm control 18 hour girdle and camisole. Wrapping myself in my satin robe I climbed into bed was soon fast asleep.

Waking during the early hours I was rather startled to find I'd picked up the cuffs from off the bed and was now wearing them. Desperate to use the toilet I got out of bed and went still wearing my satin wrap and the cuffs, though they had to be relased before I finished there! Putting them back in place, I turned the lights out and returned to bed, eventually waking up at my usual time on Tuesday.

I went to the bathroom and got shaved again, then returned to the bedroom where I once again get dressed in my outfit from last night, white blouse, black pinstripe miniskirt, Wolford Mocca opaque tights and gold high heel shoes. I spent some time checking the computer and went to the kitchen for breakfast. Afterwards, I decided that I wanted to remain dressed even though I would be moving around the flat and for as long as possible, so went back to the bedroom removed and hung up my skirt and blouse, I also removed my camisole for the day but kept my tights and shoes on. Having slipped on a sweat top and jeans, I noticed that my neighbours were out so for the first time, stepped outside into the back garden still in tights and heels, just long enough to water some plants. I felt very daring for doing this! I so want to be able to step outside just once dressed in wig, blouse and skirt one dark windy and rainy night, but being seen the once like that would mean the end of my life here, that may not be a realistic, or safe goal.

So far, I've been wearing my satin panties and firm control 18-hour pantie girdle some 24 hours, my tights and heels for 11 hours non-stop and it's just gone 5pm on the second day, one full day. I've vacummed the flat en-femme, I've cooked or prepared three meals so far and plan on at least one more night and day like this, well, I've changed my panty liner and had a shower, so 15 minutes without tights, heels and the control girdle. Whilst I was showering, I had to wear a penis gag, fastened nice and snug, but at least in the shower the droll didn't seem that obvious. Until I got back into my panties, girdle and tights the penis gag had to remain in place and wo betide me if I got any drool on my undies! Think I got away with it, once re-dressed I was allowed to remove the penis gag, just in time too!

Darkness fell once more and I went around the flat drawing the curtains and dashed into the bedroom where I quickly got changed into my sheer blouse and black pinstripe mini-skirt complete with my platinum blonde wig, black bra and breast forms. I didn't feel like eating so got my ropes, cuffs and gag out and tied myself to the chair for the first time today. Wrapping the white bondage rope around my ankles four or five times, then cinching it up tight, yet comfortable, by looping the rope three or four times between my ankles, pulling on the rope each time to tension the bounds I then looped it twice over the steel crossbar at the front of the chair, having placed my heels once more over the same bar then again pulling the rope tight, tied each rope to the side steel chair frame, and brought the ropes up under the chair and tied them off as tight as I could to the back rest of the chair. This meant that there was no loose ends to slip loose later on and my feet where staying where they were put until I had finished.

Red bondage rope once again looped around my breasts and over my arms twice, then under my breasts, and working from the loop in the middle of my back, coils of rope where pulled under my arms and the ropes, then looped back over the ropes, but still under my arms, and tightened as much as possible, then the ends were pulled over my shoulders and knotted off to the ropes around my breasts once more.

A leather belt went around the back of the chair and my waist, pulled as tight as it would go making it nearly impossible for me to slip down in the chair and would thus stay pretty much where I had been put. A ballgag was strapped in place, good and tight so very little sound would come out and my hands where cuffed behind the chair, threaded through, and trapped in place, by both the belt and the rope from my ankles, again, keeping my hands immobile and me unable to release myself until I was ready.

And there I sat, unable to move, enjoying the sight of my nylon clad legs rubbing against one another, and the feel, gagged so I couldn't make a sound, it was on so tight I couldn't even droll as I sat there, the marks on my face show how tight that was!

After a while, being unable to cum I got bored and decided I needed to go prepare an evening meal or at the very least, watch a little telly to vary my evening, and get me back on my feet in the High Heels, so tried to untie myself. First problem, the cuffs where trapped by the belt and the rope, luckily I'd had to fasten the belt with the clasp behind the chair so I could get plenty of tension on it. So managed fairly easily to release the buckle and with my cuffs partially free managed to undo the knots on the ankle tensioning rope. That got my hands loose if still cuffed. My ankles were very securely tied to the chair in three places, but with the tension released I was able to lift my feet so that the heels were no longer over the bar and could bit by bit, pull first one side, then the other so that the ropes fastened to the chair undid so I could finally stand and stuffle forwards enough so that I could slide down the bed to reach my ankles to be able to slowly untie them. Once free from the ropes around my ankles, I was able to walk over to my release point and undo the cuffs so I could remove the ropes from around my breast bindings. I decided that before I would remove my gag I'd make my way to the bathroom which I did and unbuckled my gag over the bathroom basin, lucky I did, the drool flooded out!

Went to make an evening meal and decided I didn't want any, so went and got changed into my long skirt with a waist slip to watch a little television before going back to the bedroom for the required second bondage session of the day. Still in my long skirt, making things a little more difficult to tie my ankles and do the tensioning as the skirt kept getting in the way, I resorted to pulling it up onto my lap as if cast there by the "burglar" tying me up as it kept getting in his way. Again, loops around my ankles just as before, tied off to the bottom bar of the chair frame, tensioned by pulling as tight as possible to the back of the chair. A belt strapped around my waist and the side arms of the back of the chair, more rope around my arms and breasts, just as before and a ballgag tightly strapped in place. My wrists where once again cuffed and trapped by the belt and I was left there as the "burglar" ransacked my lovely flat. The only thing missing was a blindfold but it did mean I could see my breasts heaving in their bindings as I tried to struggle and I could see my nylon clad legs from the crotch and red satin thong down to my knee caps and although I couldn't see it from my position, I could feel the ropes around my ankles keeping me firmly in place.

The "burglar" eventually left, but not before coping a feel and groping my breasts, as well as kissing me soundly on my ballgaged lips. I'm ashamed to admit that turned me on somewhat.  Getting free afterwards took another half hour and I decided to call it a night and go to bed after tidying up from the fantasy. Hanging my blouse up to dry and my skirt back in the wardrobe, once again shaved and clean, I removed my tights and shoes, slipped into a long satin nightdress and went to bed, falling asleep almost immediately and slept right through to Wednesday morning, waking with just enough time to get my tights and heels back on, before checking my emails and a quick browse on ebay for a new skirt and those cuffs and straps for high heels I mentioned earlier. As I had an apppointment early today, I had to forego dressing for breakfast, instead settling for a pair of jeans over my tights and keeping my heels on until 10 minutes before my visitor was due, slipping a pair of socks on instead of my shoes.

I did notice in the bathroom mirror that I was well marked by the bra especially across my back when I got changed for my visitors' arrival. Need to check that later on today as I don't need to be showing bra red marks later on tomorrow, need to see how long they take to fade!

I'm back in my shoes now and just to remind ourselves of the original purpose of this trial, I've now worn the 18-hour pantie girdle since 5pm Monday, it is now 10am Wednesday, so it's been in place for 41 hours, less one 15 minute period, my tights and heels were on yesterday from 6am to 10pm, non stop, bar the same 15 minute period. Probably call a halt to the trial around 10pm tonight with a final bondage session in which I can experience a proper release!

The morning passed with the feeling of nylon on my legs still feeling fantastic and my heels seemed confortable, though must admit I was glad at least part of the flat is carpeted by lunchtime. But the sound of my heels on the wooden kitchen floor is such a turn on all by themselves, as I click-clack across the floor, one item of cutlery at a time to set the table. This one by one business means that I'm on my feet more than you would normally expect when setting a table, and becomes quite tiring after a while, but it's got to be done, and it's really sexy to listen to! Made my lunch, sat and ate it, then cleaned up and washed up, just the usual boring stuff to be done, but dressed at least "underneath" in satin and nylon.

After lunch put some boots on and went for a walk in the garden, did a bit of pruning, talked to some neighbours, "underdressed" but nothing visible, I'm not out, I'm not brave and I'm not going to display myself, too damn dangerous!

Worked on some websites in the afternoon, at least I could put a bra and forms in to do that even if under a regular T-shirt. All to soon evening came and darkness fell, so after making sure the curtains were drawn, I put my blouse and wig on and removed my jeans to wear my black skirt and decided to get the first required bondage of the day sorted.

This time I climbed into the loft above my flat where I had set up a small photographic studio, complete with backdrop and chains. I'm in the process of changing this so although there were hooks in the loft floor to tie my ankles off to, they've been moved for the alterations. Think the spreader bar worked well though. Having lubbed and inserted a anal viberator in place, held in place whilst I got things ready with a crotch rope, once everything was ready for the session I found that the crotch rope was unnecessary so untied that, pulled up my tights and gold satin panties and plugged the wired remote into the vibe's connectors, I set it going, didn't seem very powerful so I turned it up, to max! Vibe and Pulse! Wrapping the ankle cuffs around my ankles, I clipped them to the chrome spreader bar, placed the penis gag in my mouth applied the blindfold and groped above me for the cuffs already clipped in place high up the chain. Having set the camera up earlier I'd fixed the camera release on the chain too and with that in hand I stood there and let the sensations from the vibe and the feelings of the bondage take me away to bliss.
The gag kept me quiet, the spreader bar kept me aware of how much my feet were spread out and my arms cuffed above my head soon let me know how much they objected to that position, tough! I suppose half an hour passed, took loads of pictures, had to do otherwise the camera shut down! Darn annoying that. Managed to reach down part way though and pull the blindfold off my eyes but the gag and cuffs remained in place throughout the session.

After a good time like that, I decided on a change and with a bit of effort released myself from the hand cuffs and laid down and I did manage (once) to get the spreader bar clipped to the chain hanging down from the rafters, but I seemed to end up trying to pedal a non-existant bike in thin air with my legs spread far too wide to fit any bike I've seen, and looking at the camera, the flash glared too much off my platinum blonde hair to wash the picture out. I managed to release the bar from the chain and then found it had been a fluke as I could NOT do it again! So, a change of position, this time facing the backdrop, gag still in place, feet facing the camera spreader bar pulled and my hands now cuffed behind my back, I was on the floor, not hogtied, but in that sort of position, and the camera took some nice pictures of my gold satin panties upskirt.

By now, throughly hot and sticky, I decided enough was enough before I passed out through dehydration, undid the bounds and climbed back down the loft ladder, anyone below would have got a eyeful of my undies! Replaced the bindings in the bedroom and went and washed my face off. Deciding I didn't want any evening meal again, want to fit in my clothes too, I decided to call a halt to the trial and have the second and final session of the three days and get my release at last.

Setting the camera up for the chair bound session and I still had the penis gag in place, my jaw aching by now, but I'm an artiste darling, and we suffer for our craft! YEAH, right, the suffering part anyway. Sitting in the chair, I tied my feet together with several coils of bondage rope, then tightened this by looping the rope back and forth between my ankles, pulling the rope a bit tighter each time, I finally wrapped a couple of loops over these ropes and the steel bar at the bottom of the chair basically trapping my feet from any movement away from the chair or the bar. A couple of loops around the side frames, then the final length of rope going to the back of the chair and be tied off to the rear steel frame which I then used keep my wrists secure by slipping the cuffs between the rope and my back. So all there was to do was to sit there, pant around the gag, drool a bit, quite a bit actually and let the anal vibe continue to do it's thing which had me gasping at the end of it's three pulse cycle coming back to the chair just in time for the next cycle. As can be seen from the photo's my skirt soon rucked up and my gold satin panties were well on display.

Some time passed, not sure how long but I was finally ready for the climax of the three day session and as I was now getting tired, not to mention a sore  bum, I slowly freed myself from the chair retaining the wrist cuffs and gag before cuffing my feet and looping a short tether between my ankles, knelt down and fed my wrist cuffs into the looped tether, slipped my right wrist into the cuff and slid down the side of the bed, my breasts lifting my off the floor a bit, and my ankles high in the air and the hogtie bit and tightened enough to arch me in place.

Hogtied, gagged and plugged, that damn thing still pulsing away, unable to get comfortable, my hands hardly able to stroke my satin panties or caress my nylon clad legs, the gag keeping any sound and most of the liquid locked away in my mouth instead of spilling out, I lay there for longer than I expected, but I was tired and I'd been fastened up in a firm control 18hour pantie girdle since 6am Monday, it was sometime after 9pm Wednesday now that's some 63 hours it has been on and it's still got plenty of support left in it. My tights and heels had been on pretty much all the daylight hours of those three days, and evenings too and around that point the vibe got to me and when I came down off the ceiling my panties were soaked with cum and so were my tights too. After struggling to release the hogtie and finally turn that damn vibe off (unplug the remote!) I removed my blouse and skirt to prevent staining, I teetered to the bathroom, removed the gag and out flooded drool, phlem and saliva. Removing my tights and panties also involved quite a bit of washing things down and towelling dry before I could stagger back to bed, put some male pyjamas on, making a change from three nights of satin nightdresses and fell fast asleep.

Now all I have to do is complete this typing, browse through the dozens of photos I took and find the best to illustrate the account, tweak them so when clicked they zoom up on the page, though a little script called highslide, and hope you enjoy reading about my 3 day trial of an 18 hour girdle, not sure what conclusion it all points to, other than I've had a hell of a good time and hope you've enjoyed it with me. Oh yes, and finish clearing up the flat, but it's the weekend soon, perhaps more free time?

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