Granger 01
- This article is a Biography
- Chapter 01 - The urge within
Having given an account of the various forms of changes and erotic adornment that have been practised by man upon women, or on man, or even women on women or man, you will see what a wide field we have in front of us. Now I must admit, any of those things I have so far introduced have varying degrees of attraction and interest to me, and some, for as long as I can remember. In particular, I might say, corsets and tight lacing, high heels and piercing in various places and forms. In addition long kid gloves, elaborate hair styles and even hats. There are other things which turn me on, titillations of the senses such as the creaking of tightly laced corsets, the swish of feminine underwear, the tapping of high heels and the swaying feminine walk of the tiny waist and big bust above, extremes of maquillage, scents especially musk and the feel of kid leather, satins and velvets. That these stimulate in some ways there is no doubt that these desires and erotic urges come from early experiences.
Likewise I will admit that I have always preferred to get what information I can at first hand. To know what a thing really feels like one must experience for oneself what sensations one gets. So I will say that very early I got the idea that I wanted to try out as many things as I dared, and therefore many of the things I tried out on Ethel I had tried elsewhere or on myself, and as far as possible in a scientific way to see for myself whether what I had read was true.
Perhaps my interest in some things came from my early reading, in particular I remember old illustrated Fox's Book of Martyrs in which were illustrations of all kinds of fiendish tortures done in the name of religion. The tortures were horrible but in a way stimulating. I was born in the Edwardian era, brought up with no knowledge of sex, which I gathered was considered immoral. I was the eldest son of a mother, who really possessed a fine figure, a father who was a radical shoe maker and an ardent reader.
With a vivid imagination, I had lots of time to myself. The fashions of the times were no doubt just right for me to see plenty of good figures, well corseted high heeled shoes and boots, elaborate hair styles and well fitted dresses. In addition I had a number of spinster aunts who often took me under their wing at times. While not really poor we never had too much money, and what we had, we had make go as far as possible. I myself was a tall slender figure, with a smooth fairly hairless skin.
I can understand my complex for high heels on shoes and boots, as my father's workshop was always filled with ladies' shoes and boots, with heels of varying heights and types.
On corsets, the fact that my mother was well corseted and also most of my aunts too, and when they hugged me I could feel this was so, and no doubt there was a connection between one pleasurable experience and another had considerable influence. There were plenty of full page advertisements quite common in many newspapers of the period, famous brands such as Twilfit, Fitu, Royal Worcester, Abdo, My Lady and others, and I cut these out and collected them, and there were catalogues such as Williams of Dale Street Manchester, with pages of different types, mostly of the prevailingly fashionable straight front kind. The Army and Navy catalogues, which may still be found, will show them. There were also plenty of full window displays of corsets of many kinds, pink, white and black, plain, satin broche or flowered, all very attractive to my eyes. Having seen them I wanted to know what it felt like to wear them, or to feel a woman's body well corseted in some of them. Also I wanted to try the experience of walking on high heels, and in feminine dress if possible. How to do so?
For earrings and piercings, I have no ideas to put forward. None of my relatives or friends wore earrings, although I could see that my aunts had been pierced at some time, possibly to improve the eyesight, as was then supposed possible, but I never saw any one of them wearing anything there.
I could not buy anything like I wanted, so I did some exploration around the house, looking in old trunks, rag, bags, cupboards etc. to see what I could find. I could borrow shoes or boots from my fathers shop. I found quite a lot of discarded garments, skirts, blouses, undergarments, and best of all 1 found a couple of pairs of my mother's discarded corsets, and a pair of long white kid gloves smelling of musk. The corsets I repaired, and I could get artificial silk stockings as my father sold them.
I wanted some form of ear rings, pendants for preference, and also how to pierce the flesh. Could I make any earrings and how painful was it to pierce the flesh. I should like a permanent piercing in my cars, but how to do that without being found out. Certainly if I tried to do anything like that in my ears I knew it would be seen. If I could find out about it and pierce any part of my body, I might later try it out on my ears. I had one private part of my body I could pierce and keep out of sight -- my penis. Could I pierce it anywhere with reasonable success? I wanted some place that was fairly thin from side to side, for I guessed that a long piercing would take longer to heal through. For a tool I took a 2 inch needle and broke a tiny piece off the point and then sharpened the blunt end to a fine chisel point. I kept one as it was. Then I threaded a length of white embroidery cotton and worked it well with Mentholatum. I decided I would try it on my foreskin. I pushed the point of the needle home. It hurt a bit, but not too much. I could see the point coming through. A big push and it was through, and I pulled the thread through. However, the foreskin is double and it moves inside against the outside and one of the little blood vessels was caught by the movement, and the blood welled in between until it had swelled like a hazel nut. I was a bit frightened, and it was not much use so I pulled it out and stopped the bleeding, leaving it for a few days until the blood blister had gone down.
Then I tried again, but this time using the chisel point. I tried it on the bit of skin and flesh which comes down from the top of the penis underneath to the fore ­ skin. I suppose it has a name but I never found out what it was. I could lift it away and level with the spatulate head of the penis it was quite thin and clear. The chisel edge quickly pierced through carrying a length of well annointed embroidery cotton behind it. It was done well down under the head and there was little bleeding from it, nor much pain, that was not really stimulating, if it hurt at all. I tied the ends together and left it there, and it hurt very little all day. Next day I put on more ointment and moved the thread back and forth, and did this every day for a fortnight, after which it did not hurt at all when I moved it. So I cut the thread, drew it out, and there was a neat well healed piercing from side to side. I had proved that a piercing can be done in a fortnight. Now could I stretch the hole? I found I could force the fine hooked end of a steel embroidery bodkin through and work it up the taper a little although this hurt like fury. Then I hooked a loop of cotton on and pulled this through and withdrew the bodkin. Now I put three or four threads of cotton through the loop, well greased them, and pulled them back, so now three double threads were through instead of one. These were worn for a week or so after which I pulled the loops back but with twice as many threads now in place, and this treatment was continued until I had ten or more double threads of embroidery cotton through the hole. This hole I began to stretch by using the tapering steel bodkin, until I could get it right in to the thickest part, about 5/32 inch. This was far more painful than the piercing. Further stretchings were done by using a number of needles and match stalks inside a rubber tube until I had a hole well over 1/2 inch in diameter. This had taken quite a long time, several years in fact. Even than I was not satisfied, and went on until the hole was about half an inch in diameter, but by that time the flesh was drawn very thin. I pierced several holes here by different methods but the other holes were left small. I was 13 years old when I first pierced my penis, and about 14 years later, during sexual play, with Ethel, in bed, it was caught over one of the busk studs of her corsets, and before I could warn her not to move or to take any action, she moved sharply away and the flesh was torn apart. It bled quite a bit but it was completely broken. It healed up in a week and in a few months the two tails of the break had shrivelled and disappeared almost completely.
I did other piercings on my penis, a hole right across from front to back, in two parts near the tip, and later a pair from side to side across the top which I enlarged to take a piece of string, but which soon got torn out, leaving a scar across the top. They were all erotically stimulating, and done before I married Ethel, who noticed them but did not object.
Having tried experiments to learn something about piercing I then tried some more experiments. this time on my cars. by piercing the lobes with a needle and tying coins on the threads to act as earrings. The pain was nothing but a delight, and the bleeding extremely slight. The feeling of the metal coins tap tap tapping against my neck, the swing of them on my ears gave me some ideas as to the reason why earrings are so attractive to the wearer. They definitely act as sexual stimuli. I wanted my ears permanently pierced when possible. That was not easy as I would have to face up to the people I worked with and also my own family. To do this temporary job I had used a darning needle, with a cork held behind the lobe. I always tried to sterilise every thing well, and never had anything go wrong.
To make the piercings quick and easy I made a tool of simple type, made from a piece or wood into one end a hole was drilled to fit a cork. There was a raised piece at the other end in which a piece of clock spring was fixed. On the free end was soldered half a small brass electric connector which would hold the needle. I also made a simple clamp which would grip the lobe over the cork. When the spring was pulled away and then released it would are down and the needle would plunge into the cork, and if the lobe was in between would pierce it quickly and painlessly. Actually, for getting wire through the holes I found it was better to use the blunt eye end of the needle which went in like a bullet, leaving a clear hole through which wire could be pushed, and I frequently made temporary piercings in my lobes and put earrings through which I made and hung on a piece of gold wire I bought. Later I used silver as it was cheaper. However this was a refinement which came later.
Making a bend in the middle, just less than a right angle I next made a bend at about 1/4 inch from each point so the sharp points faced one another with about an inch gap between them. It was the shape of a trapezium. I threaded a length of chain on each pin and all was now ready. The lobe was passed through the gap and with a good firm grip the two sharp ends were forced together, pressing into the flash between, and I hoped that the point would pierce the lobe at the front and back at the same time. Whether the two sharp ends met or passed one another inside the lobe I could not tell, but the two sharp prongs were long enough and I could feel them pop through the skin and the wire was flush with the lobe back and front so they had gone somewhere. Soon both were in and it had been thrilling to feel the slight pain of the points piercing the flesh, but even more so, afterwards to feel the swinging of the heavy chains from my ear lobes, the wonderful titillation of the tapping on my neck as they swung. There was no bleeding, so I left them in place.
I next tried on the underwear and the smallest pair of corsets, with suspenders, to which I attached a pair of artificial silk stockings and tightened up. I must say that at 14 years of age I was very slim, with small feet and hands and bones, so I could fasten up these corsets, which were about 22 inch waist. The other pair was put on upside down, to give a high bra like effect, and to give the proper bust like figure I pushed in a pair of' rolled up wool stockings.
My feet which were small I forced into a pair of patent court shoes, sized 6, with 4 inch slender heels. They were a tight fit but it was a thrill to stand in the shining patent on those towering heels. To feel the grip of the two pairs of tight corsets which gripped me from the thighs to under the arms making my middle part stiff and unbendable, with the feel of the silk stockings pulled by the suspenders. I had found a pair of long white kid gloves smelling of musk, into which I squeezed my fingers and hands. I had repaired the gloves as well as I could. To get my penis out of the way, I swathed it round with a length of tulle veiling.
This brought on another orgasm, the third in a short period. The first had been when I had pierced home the earrings through my lobes. The second had come when I put on the two pairs of corsets, and now the feel of my tightly gloved hands holding my penis made me come again. Actually I did not know what was supposed to happen, so when the ejaculation came I gripped my penis tightly and forced the seminal fluid back again and I did this every time. I knew it had a most satisfying effect. So naturally I repeated the treatment as often as I could.
At last, after tottering round the room, feeling all the thrills of wearing my unaccustomed feminine garb, the tilt of the high heels, and the grip, stiffness and constriction of movement which the two pairs of corsets forced upon my body, the feel of my silk stockinged legs rubbing against one another, the long tight gloves, with their sexy smell, feeling the swinging of the earrings on my neck, I then kicked off the shoes and got into bed so attired, to find out what it would be like to sleep like that. I did sleep, rather fitfully, but that was the first of many nights when I did this sort of thing, always getting an orgasm at least once, which in itself was sufficient to make me maintain the practice. Undoubtedly sexual orgasm is nature's stimulation equivalent to any of the drugs such as L.S.D., cocaine or any other, and far less harmful. I had not then learned to masturbate to get it, but could induce it quite freely with the various stimuli I was getting anyway.
When I got up in the morning, it was with regret that I removed the wires from my ears, and there was little bleeding, but the lobes bore a mark which a keen eye could discern. Also the feeling of coming free from my corsets was not at all pleasant for I missed their grip and the firmness of my body, with the support they gave to my body.
The repeated piercing of my lobes, night after night, carefully in the same spot, made a kind of semi-permanent piercing thorough which I could push the blunt end of a needle, or a hairpin, to which was fixed a brass terminal or heavy nut, and these I wore all night. So the wire had met as I suspected. My ears rarely got sore from this treatment either and would close over in a few days, but I could feel a little lump inside at the centre of the piercings. Even after a week or so it was not difficult to reopen the holes with the blunt end of a needle. I tried on many shoes, boots, laced or button and all with the highest heels I could find, and grew accustomed to walking in them with ease, finding strangely enough that the high heels were restful to my feet. Then I got sufficiently daring to put the corsets on and the stockings and to go out walking in them sometimes. I found that it was difficult to ride a bicycle with them on as they restricted my breathing and leg movements. I found some other old corsets and made a pair of front lacing ones with about 21 inch waist, which I found were easier to lace. It was a wonderful feeling pulling in the laces to the limit of endurance, and to add to the tightness I put a heavy leather strap round and pulled it in to about 19 inches, which I then wore over the corsets when I went out, so I really felt as if I were cut in two. This became painful after a time but I endured it happily.
However I wanted to try out everything, so one Christmas we had a dressing up game, I put on the underwear, stockings, corsets, a pair of high heeled shoes, padded my bust to a feminine shape, added a blouse, a skirt, earrings, made up my face with powder and my lips I painted with red lake water colour, painted my eyes, put on a hat with a veil and ventured out into the street to call on the girls next door. They did not recognise me at first. When they did they said I was a fine imposing woman. When they noticed my earrings they asked if I had had my care pierced, quite casually as though that was not so extraordinary. It was a terrific sensation to walk outside in complete female attire. But as I said, I was very tall, well over 6 ft, so with high heels and a hat I must have stood about 6 ft 6 inches, which was too tall to get away with it as a woman.
I invented various forms of piercing tools, some by hand and others were spring loaded. I also cut in the corsets as my waist accommodated itself the lacing, so I could slip the laces over the bed post and pull in as hard as I could.
There was some correspondence in the old News Chronicle about 1919 about corsets, tightlacing and high heels, which gave me lots of information. As I was at that time working away I only saw it in the week ends, so I expect I missed a lot. Nor could I now wear my corsets, high heels or put things through my cars except at the weekends.
It was a thrill to get them out when I was able and resume training, and my ears were still semi-pierced in the old places, but I tried putting in several piercings at one time just to feel the pain of the piercings using the other tools I had made. I found out from the letters in the paper that girls were put into corsets at 12 years of age or even earlier and laced in, made to wear them day and night, until they had waists of 13 inches or smaller. Women described the pleasures they got from tightlacing and wearing high heels, and the attention they got from the opposite sex by wearing these garments of feminine allurement, and how they found it impossible to go without them after a time. Any article I could find on the subject, or on ear piercing, I cut out and kept.
About this time I bought a motor cycle, which enabled me to get about quickly, and also I made several contacts with members of the opposite sex. But by this time my erotic urge to come into contact with corsets, heels and earrings was well developed. However by this time, at the end of the first World War, women were changing shape. Busts were going out and the flat-chested, tubular shape, the practically uncorseted female was in fashion, and they had no sex appeal for me whatever, so the younger members, who followed these fashions, were not attractive to me in any way. Very few, if any, wore earrings either, and usually screw-on types if any, while heels were now down to about 2 inches or so and not very nice looking either.
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