Leotards on Gromet's Plaza Archive

I Love Wearing Leotards for Halloween

Thu, 12 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

I have always had a long tradition of wearing leotards and tights for Halloween. This started when I was 12 years old and continued every year. I would wear a costume that used a leotard and tights as a foundation and then my sisters and sometimes my mom would design a costume around that leotard and tights base that they had given me. I was several traditional costumes. When I was 12 it was the alien costume in a green leotard and green tights. When I was 13 I wore a yellow leotard and yellow tights for a banana costume. When I was 14 I wore a black leotard and black tights for a dice costume with a cardboard box covered with white paper and black paper dots. When I was 15 I wore the same black leotard and tights for an executioner costume. When I was 16 I wore the same black leotard and tights for a monster costume which was actually just the executioner costume with a monster mask instead of a black hood. When I was 17 I wore a royal blue leotard and royal blue tights with red cheer briefs over them for my superman costume. When I was 18 is when things really started to change. I had been very excited when I was wearing all those costumes and I think I masturbated in every leotard and tights I had ever worn. But the year I was 18 started something completely different.

My First Leotard and Tights

Thu, 12 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000

I was eighteen years old when I moved out of my parent’s house and got my first apartment. I lived on the third floor across the hall from a real cool guy named Don who was twenty-four years old. Two days after I moved into the apartment Don invited me over to watch a movie and get high. I went over to his apartment but I told him that I had only smoked a joint once in my life and I was a little nervous. So we sat and had some beers and talked for a while and then he asked me if I was ready to get high. I told him the four beers had helped but I was still a little nervous. Then Don asked me if I had ever heard that wearing a leotard and tights while your getting stoned makes the experience more intense. I said that I had never heard that, and asked him if he was kidding.

Leotard & Tights Bondage

Sun, 02 Jul 2017 00:00:00 +0000

My Name is John

I am married with children and very happy. My wife knows about my fetish and tries to help me in sessions. I have been wearing leotards, tights, pantyhose & ballet slippers since I was 6 years old. My sister used to dress me in her ballet outfits to play around the house, I grew to love the feel of these sexy clothes. As I got older and sexually excited at about 11 years old I have got a huge erection under my leotard and tights. When my sister saw this she laughed and said she will fix it. She slipped her shoe off and rubbed her pantyhose covered foot over my bulge and I came real hard for the first time filling my tights. My sister said ok now you’re better and went about her business.

The Extensive Mermaid Bondage

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

This story was an entry into the 2011 Winter Fetish Story Contest

Will wants to be in layers of spandex and to become a mermaid bondage doll. His girlfriend Vanessa has set an appointment with her girlfriend Buffy. Her occupation is a dominatrix in extreme bondage. She tells her friend about her boyfriend fetishes. They agreed to arrange a session this weekend. Vanessa says: “This weekend you will become a multilayer spandex mermaid.”.

The Extensive Mermaid Bondage

Mon, 05 Dec 2011 00:00:00 +0000

Story entry in the 2011 Winter Fetish Stories Contest

Let's All Exercise

Thu, 24 Jan 2008 00:00:00 +0000

My car was in the shop and I needed to get to my exercise class so I called my boyfriend and asked him to give me a ride; I said that I was sure I could get someone in the class to give me a lift home. [I should point out right now that ours was a non-sexual relationship and that we did not live together.] When he arrived, I had already put on my leotard and tights, and when he saw he, he just stared. I could also see movement in his crotch. But why would I be surprised? I had a nice figure and the spandex showed it.

Trapped & Ready for Torment

Wed, 10 Mar 2004 00:00:00 +0000

Trapped & Ready for Torment by Leotardguy Trapped & Ready for Torment by Leotardguy My fetish is a little different from others. It started when my sister was in dance classes and I used to sneak into her room and put on her leotard and tights when I was home alone. I loved the snug feel of the material on my skin! I was ten at the time. Good thing I had not reached puberty or I would have had a problem, as you will see from my future history. When I was in college, I told my girlfriend Susan how great she looked in her exercise outfit when she came over one time en route to an exercise class. I told her my secret but only in the briefest detail to make her think it was a youthful fetish. She suggested that I could stand to shed a few pounds and that I join her in the class. I agreed that I would start the following week. I showed up for class in shorts and t-shirt and was informed by the instructor that the correct, and only, clothing for the class was a leotard and tights; I could see that all the others were dressed that way, in a variety of styles and colors. Knowing that my mindset was already in that direction, even though I had not worn a leotard and tights for a few years - - ever since I grew more than my older sister and could no longer wear hers - - my girlfriend offered to take me shopping. We selected a pair of black tights and a red tank leotard; she had me model them in front of the sales clerk who commented how good I looked in them. One problem was to get my crotch down to the smallest possible size, since it was out in the open. I tried a jockstrap but that bunched it all up. I am not well hung but this made it look like I was. Susan suggested a pair of dance trunks and that seemed to minimize things. But when I showed up for my first class dressed that way, the other women in the class also told me how sexy I looked. Sexy? Well, I couldn’t do any more to “slim down” my crotch. The dance trunks and top layer did keep things in place so there was no bouncing when I did jumping exercises. The workout did me in, and when we went back to Susan’s apartment, I fell asleep on her couch in my leotard and tights. I suddenly awoke to find her stroking the bottom of my balls, and - - you guessed it - - I lost control. She laughed but not too much. After many weeks in the class - - and another trip to the dance store for different outfits - - Susan told me that she could not go to the class that night because she had to fly to California to be near her mother, who had just suffered a stroke. She handed me a new outfit and told me to put it on - - royal blue tights and a black turtleneck leotard. When she was finished zipping me up, I felt her fiddling with the collar and then heard a click. I reached back and found there was a band of leather sewn into the collar of the leotard. One end had a small post which went through the other half of the collar, then through the tab on the leotard’s zipper, and locked with small padlock. “Why did you do that?” “To protect you from the women in the class. Haven’t you seen how they oogle you? I won’t be here when you get back but I will leave the key for you. And I’ll call when I get to California.” Well, Susan was right. When the women in the class saw that she was not there, they paid lots of attention to me. Several suggested that I could go home with them that night. Then one of them behind me saw the padlock! She checked it and announced to the others that I was locked into my leotard and tights. The class started and all I wanted to do was duck out the back door, but that was not possible. After the class, they again surrounded me and one of them announced to me, “I’ve always wanted to touch that nice crotch buried in there.” I tried to stop her but the others held my arms. She stroked my erotic spot, under the balls, and my cock immediately got hard and spit up. No way to hide that! They laughed and teased me, and I ran for the door. I would never be going back there! When Susan called, I told her she was right about the women in the class but I didn’t tell her what had happened. But I did admit to her that I got excited when she clicked that padlock and I realized my situation. She promised that she would do it more often, and not just for exercise class; I told her I was never going back to that bunch of harpies again. As it turned out, this was the last time I talked to her - - she was killed in an automobile accident while rushing her mother to the hospital. I didn’t have Susan any longer but I did have the locking leotard. But that wasn’t really secure; I could easily pull up the leg elastic of the leotard, pull down the waistband of the tights, and take a piss. Then I found the next level of security - - dance trunks, biketard, tights, leotard. But I wanted more, something which would hide the inevitable cum stains. Then I discovered latex briefs; not only did they hide the stains but once they are on and the body sweats a little, they have to be peeled off - - impossible when there are clothes on top of it. From there I graduated one more step, latex briefs with molded butt-plug. And then to the final step, a turtleneck unitard. Now there was no opening at all at the crotch. Absolute security! So what do I do? I put it all on and go shopping, leaving the key at home. I get a haircut, and the female barber always has to ask about the padlock she sees when she puts on the cloth to cover me. I have gone out of town, several hours’ drive away, and before I return I put the outfit on. With the key at home, of course. The butt plug keeps me from shitting (as well as being a constant reminder that it is in me) and the rubber pants keep in any liquid I may let out. Thus, self-bondage with only a locking collar. It’s fun; try it! .