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We are thrilled to announce the return of your beloved website after a one-year absence from the web! During this time, the LeGambeDelleDonne.com (Women’s legs) team has been working diligently to revamp and enhance the site, and it’s now ready to resume celebrating the beauty and elegance of women’s legs.

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We are excited to announce that our editorial team has grown significantly, allowing us to offer an even richer and more diverse range of content. In addition to classic topics such as stockings, pantyhose, thigh-highs, and leggings, we will continue to explore themes related to elegance, fashion, and seduction, always with a keen eye for class and aesthetics.

Starting in March, LeGambeDelleDonne.com is committed to publishing a new article every day, ensuring readers a steady flow of fresh and engaging content. There will be columns dedicated to fashion, trends, purchasing advice, and the maintenance of stockings and pantyhose, as well as light-hearted and entertaining stories that highlight the eroticism and allure of women’s legs.

Moreover, we are proud to announce the return of the famous “Legs of the Month” feature. Each month, we will celebrate a woman who stands out for her beauty, elegance, and charm, showcasing her gorgeous legs and impeccable style. The Miss of the Month will be the subject of exclusive articles, interviews, and photoshoots, giving you an in-depth look at her personality and her passion for stockings and pantyhose.

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Kheper Games – Love or Lust

Kheper Games - Love or LustDo you prefer love or lust? Learn about your lover’s likes, loves and lusts in this fast-paced game of sexual trivia and foreplay. The love cards focus on intimacies you share or can share with your lover and lust cards offer trivia and unique love-making ideas that you later act out.

Game includes: 1 game board, 27 love cards, 27 lust cards, 2 markers, 1 die and game rules.
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How to stop garter belts falling down

– I read the article on suspender/garter belts and how to avoid stockings from coming down during the day. However simply by wearing longer stockings does not necessarily cure this problem. I have a narrow elastic belt with 4 garters that clip at the back (and I clip them VERY tightly) . It is the belt itself that works itself down during the course of the day. Even if my stockings reach the top of the thighs, they will still be a couple of inches lower later in the day. Any other solutions?

– Well, it could be that you have the tension pulled so tightly on the garters as to begin the process of having the belt begin to pull. I have learned that garters don’t need to be pulled all that tight, in order for the stockings to stay up. This is opposed to an open bottom girdle, which needs the tension to keep the girdle from creeping up…

I also found that when I was wearing one of those flimsy lacy garterbelts the pull of the stockings was too much for them. Since I have switched to a pull-on style belt made of Lycra and cotton, no more problem.

And one mention about the stockings themselves: I wear the old-style RHTs with virtually no give. They still tend to ride down a little bit over the course of the day. When I am visiting the rest room I give them a little smoothing to pull and excess which may have made it’s way down to my shoe. (This is one reason why I undo my stockings when I am answering the call. Perfect time to take care of this! )

– The top of the belt i.e. the body, should be non-stretch and preferably more cotton then synthetics. It should be sitting comfortably over the hip and once in place, there should be no real need to adjust it. The straps have to be long enough to reach to wherever you find it comfortable to attach the stockings.

I normally take a little extra care when putting on the stockings in order to ensure that everything lines up, the attachments feel correct and that nothing moves or pulls around.

Remember it is the straps that hold the stockings in position, and they do not necessarily have to apply huge amounts of upward pull.

If this happens then it means that the stockings are too short, and more then likely will be uncomfortable and will require constant tugging and pulling.

– You have too much tension on the suspenders. There should be some slack so they keep up when you stand and the stockings then won’t pull the belt down when you bend or sit down. Even if you have a flimsy narrow elastic belt, this should work. If you are at work, the next time you are on the toilet, take time to adjust the suspenders while you are sitting – you will be able to feel the tension at the back. Make sure you wear the belt above your waist. Having said that, stockings WILL come down somewhat during the day so adjust them in private moments.

– The best solution is a wide, pull on garterbelt with the rear garters well to the back.

They are very comfortable, stay in place, and garter the stockings tautly. Unlike some other responses, I prefer good tension on my garters. I love the gentle leg massage that comes with every step when the stockings are fastened tautly.

– I have worn open bottomed girdles on and off for many years. They always stay up and certainly don’t work their way down plus they do a wonderful job of shaping. If you haven’t had experience of them before, here are some things to look out for which may cause you problems:

  1. If your skirt is tight-ish, open bottomed girdles produce an unsightly girdle line. Always wear loose skirts.
  2. The only way to go to the bathroom is to roll the girdle down. If you are even slightly sweaty, this is quite difficult. Many women decide not to wear underwear for this reason.
  3. All girdles make you very hot especially when the weather is warm. In the summer I really only wear them to formal occasions indoors where there is air conditioning.

Origins of a stocking fetish – a woman’s self-esteem

“I have been wearing stockings and suspenders since I was eighteen. I was going through a bad time just then. I felt very frumpy in my usual clothes (mainly trousers). I didn’t have a boyfriend and was feeling really down and frustrated. After all, who wants to ‘hump the frump’? One day, I was talking about my problems with my Mum. She advised me to get some really feminine clothes and some new makeup to give myself a new start. We went on a shopping that afternoon and bought lots of new clothes. When it came to underwear, Mum asked me if I wanted to try out stockings and suspenders. I must admit I wasn’t keen and said that I thought they would not be comfy at all. Mum said that they gave her a really special feeling and that I should give it a go. When I got home I tried on my new clothes and they really gave me a boost.

“Looking at myself in the mirror in my new finery gave me a really big lift in my self esteem and I felt as though I was sexy and attractive (for the first time in years). Mum asked me how I felt and my blushes must have said it all. Mum confessed that she felt really sexy wearing stockings and that it always gave Dad the hots when she undressed. I was converted from that moment on, and have worn them regularly from then on. Even though only I know that I’m wearing them, they make me feel so much more sexy and feminine. I would recommend them to any ladies out there for helping their self-esteem. I’ll be wearing stockings and suspenders until I go to that great sexy underwear shop in the sky.”

Origins of a stocking fetish – the movies

“I began watching classic films of the ’30s and ’40s when I was around 10 or 11. I also used to watch all the Little Rascals shorts when I was even younger, and fell for Miss Crabtree. There was a style to the clothing that was just so elegant, and when she turned around, I saw the seamed stockings for the first time. Later, as I watched more and more movies, it seemed all the snazzy dressers wore seamed nylons. Those movie stars were so glamorous! ”

“I must admit that I have been very partial to the films of the ’40s, ’50s and ’60s. The ladies were always ultra feminine, the clothes always expressed confidence and a sense of ‘I am feminine’. I always admired them and their (or the director’s) dress sense. These images had a strong influence on my thoughts on dresses, and on femininity, in general.”

“As far back as I can trace, my interest in stockings began when Liz Fraser faked suspender trouble to distract the prison guards in the movie Two Way Stretch. The movie, which starred Peter Sellers (and has NOTHING to do with girdles, despite the title) was about a group of incompetent criminals who have to escape form prison then do a ‘one off’ heist to make them rich! Ms Fraser walks out of the cell on visiting day, says ‘oops’ and stops… and proceeds to hike up her skirt and refasten her stocking, all the time apologising for her dishabille and telling the guards how embarrassing it is! Naturally, their attention is focused entirely on her, while the other visitors, in the background, are seen tossing contraband goodies to the inmates!”

Origins of a stocking fetish – the family influence

“It began for me when I was twelve, back in 1978. At the time, the area I which my family lived had a great atmosphere and a genuine sense of community spirit (not anymore, alas). It was the custom for the ladies of our neighbourhood to put on a bit of an amateur ‘variety show’ (not sure if they have ‘variety’ in the US) in the local church hall. There would be a little singing, a few jokes, a little bit of (very amateurish) conjuring and the like. It was all very light-hearted. That year, at the end of the show, the curtains were pulled back to reveal a line of can-can dancers – the wives and mothers of our neighbourhood! The taped music started, and a dozen or so ladies began their high kicks, flashing their stockings and suspenders (all black) and their knickers (a variety of colours – whites, pinks and yellows). I was instantly spellbound. Straightaway my heart began to thump. I simply could not believe what I was seeing; there were ladies I knew (including Mum!) neighbours and the mothers of friends, kicking up their legs and wiggling their big round bottoms, all clad in gorgeous briefs and hosiery. The act finished to thunderous applause and cheering.

“That night I couldn’t get the images out of my mind – I was a stockings addict at twelve! I didn’t get much sleep that night either, as my parents’ bedsprings were squeaking away for hours: I wasn’t the only one turned on.”

“My story is a little different. I started out hating stockings with a passion. Growing up in the thirties until the age of about six, and before graduating to knickers, most boys in winter were forced to wear cotton or wool stockings with their shorts. The stockings were awful. Never long enough so there was bare thigh between the stocking top and shorts. They were held up by a single garter in front, or perhaps a pair of garters in a Y on a single strap. The garters were suspended from an over the shoulder bodice. The girls wore wool stockings too, but theirs were much longer, and moreover held up with a four-strap garter belt. I complained to my mother that my stockings should be longer, but to no avail. How happy I was to graduate to knickers. I got over my hatred of stockings-but that’s another story…

“My aunt was baby-sitting me at her house shortly after I shed my awful stockings. She was a slim, attractive widow in her early forties. She was always casual about putting on and adjusting stockings; they looked really good on her. In the bathroom were hanging to dry stockings, lingerie and a corset. I touched and felt her underwear, and loved the touch. As I turned to leave, my aunt was standing there smiling in her slip with a pair of stockings in her hands; she was obviously about to put them on. She asked if I liked her underwear. I stammered that her stockings were so much nicer than the ones I had had to wear. She asked if I would like to help her put on her stockings. I was trembling but somehow said yes. She showed me how to pull them carefully up her legs and fasten the garters to get straight seams. She then asked if I would like to try on some stockings. She said she had some that were short for her that would probably fit me. She had me remove my knickers, and put a wide garterbelt on me. Then, she watched while I put on the stockings, and carefully fastened the garters. She asked how I liked the stockings; I just loved them. It was the beginning of a long love affair. She gave me the garterbelt and three pairs of the stockings that were too short for her, saying that she wouldn’t and I shouldn’t tell my parents. Whenever she babysit for me after that, I would always put on the stockings. I still love them.”

“My fixation on women in their underwear, especially seeing their legs in stockings, was fixed forever in me by my aunt, when I was 10 or 11. I was staying at my aunt’s one time. I was sitting at a table when she came in, wearing only a white corselette with dangling suspenders. My heart was pounding, and I tried not to look as I heard her open a drawer. It was the drawer of a dresser behind the couch (which was actually a pull-down bed where I had spent the night). I glanced back and saw her sliding a shiny bronze coloured stocking up her long leg and fixing it to the hooks.

“She caught me looking, and I blushed and turned away. Next thing I know she has walked up beside me, pulled out a chair that is next to me, put her bare left foot on it, and slowly slid on the other stocking. She took a long time about it, drawing it up her leg, hooking the chocolate-coloured stocking tops with the rubber and metal clasps, and slowly smoothing out any wrinkles, working her hands up her leg from ankle to thigh. I was close enough to see every wrinkle in the nylon, and to hear the rasping sound the nylon made as it slid up her leg. I tried not to look, but kept glancing out of the corner of my eye.

“She was talking about banal things, like the shopping expedition we would be going on and things like that. But when she brought her foot back down and moved away to put on her dress, I noticed she had an ironic half-smile on her face.”

Origins of a stocking fetish – the school effect

“As a stocking lover since early childhood (since being fascinated with my primary school teacher’s legs in tan seamed nylons when I was five), I am fascinated in the origins of people’s love of stockings.”

“My love for stockings also started during my primary school years. My teacher wore nude colour stockings with very short skirts and I loved it. It only got worse as I got older, when I entered middle school, my S.S. teacher was wearing navy blue stockings with garters and a long wrap skirt. She took off her heels and climbed on a chair to reach the screen. I first was amazed that she took off her shoes but then when she climbed on the chair she revealed the tops of her stockings and her wonderful thighs.

“Then in eighth grade my English teacher was wearing six-inch heels, black seamed stockings with black garters and a short black skirt about five inches above her knee. She sat on the desk in front of me and spread her legs wide open revealing the tops of her stockings and her underwear.”

“For me, as I said it began when I was five years old, in 1959 (my God it seems like a century, but I am a hopefully youthful 46 year old!). My primary school teacher, Miss Scott, in Glasgow was a gorgeous brunette and, this being the 1950s, she wore the frocks and dresses of the period, complete with masses of taffeta petticoats, with a wide belt around her small waist.

“In particular, she wore tan-coloured seamed nylon stockings and high heels. The sound of her heels clicking along the wooden floorboards in the classroom, the swish of her petticoats and the sight of her shapely calves with stocking seams running up them made me punchy with delight. I do recall the intense ache of the excitement and not knowing how to fulfil it, other than a recurrent dream of sinking my teeth into the Miss Scott’s thighs around her stocking tops. Infantile sexual arousal, clearly.”

“My first realisation that stockings were something to be admired was when my teacher plopped her skirt over me when I was six. The next time I noticed stockings was when in high school at about the age of 13 I had a new maths teacher. Now these were the days in Australia (early ’60s) when many migrants from Europe were settling in Australia to build up our population. This teacher was from Germany, spoke very broken English, had an extremely hard face but would wear seamed stockings and high heels every day. That made her very interesting!

“All my mates would try to engage her in conversation in the playground whilst the rest of us would be checking her out from behind. A sight that few had ever seen before. From there I went into the Air Force and the WRAAFs were issued with seamed stockings which they would only wear on Parade, as this was now the time that pantyhose was coming in and most wouldn’t wear the “old fashioned stuff”. Boy for a while there those girls in uniform looked delicious as they marched by. We kept up to date with stockings with little magazines called Spick and Span….but then they went the way of the Dodo along with stockings). After that I didn’t see another pair of stockings until the late 80’s when the last revival occurred… and by then I was hooked.”

Origins of a stocking fetish

“Clothing-related fetishes are linked to fashions that are seen between the ages of about 5 and 15, when male sexuality is developing. The stockings and suspender/garter belt fetish primarily has its origins in the 1950s and 60s. Previously, directoire knickers, bloomers and corsets were ‘the thing’. The shapely ankle, today a phrase that seems faintly ridiculous, was a strong fetish with 19th century origins. Tights and pantyhose are an increasingly common fetish, as can be seen from the content of ‘leg’ magazines and the suppliers of photo sets. This is entirely predictable. Claims that stockings are ‘sexier’ than tights are incorrect. No piece of clothing, of itself, is sexy. Most sexologists/psychologists claim that women (natural women, not TVs and transsexuals etc) do not have fetishes, but this belief is entirely incorrect. A fetish generally has to have some ‘unusual’ aspect to it, so men’s socks won’t turn many women on!”

“The year was 1967. I had an evening paper round in Southampton where I live. I was 16 and just about to leave school at the end of the summer. On my evening paper round a girl aged about 18 would cycle past me every evening wearing extremely short flimsy summer dresses. The mini skirt/dress was the height of fashion and a lot of girls had already started wearing tights. Not this girl however, she would cycle past me every evening for the duration of the summer with her skirt above her nylon tan stocking tops and white suspenders. Later that year I started work at what was then Southern Gas only to find that she worked there also. Sadly by then she was wearing tights. My fetish began at a much earlier age but this is my best recollection due to the fact that it lasted for months at the same time of 5.45 each weekday.”

“It was 1981 and I was studying in the University Research Library at UCLA, where I was finishing up my freshman year. I was totally engrossed in whatever I was reading at the time (which, considering my grades that year, is still pretty hard to believe!), but at a certain point, I happened to notice that a striking young woman had sat down across from me.

“I think what initially caught my eye was a slight wrinkling or bagging of her (I thought) pantyhose around her ankles. I found the sight both odd and compelling… so my eyes continued upward. She was wearing a black skirt (about down to her calf) with a slit in the side, fairly high up her thigh. At first, that didn’t mean anything, but when she slightly shifted her position in her chair, it meant EVERYTHING!

“For when she shifted, the slit opened up to reveal a lovely, well-shaped thigh, a beautiful black garter strap and the welt of her stocking. Immediately, I lost ALL interest in whatever it was I had been reading and focused all of my attention on this beautiful woman. Not having EVER seen stockings and garters outside the pages of Playboy, I couldn’t believe this woman was showing me hers… she must’ve noticed my attention (or my blushing face…), because she then crossed her legs VERY slowly, allowing the slit to open further, exposing more and more stocking-clad leg. When she took off her shoe to rub her foot, I’d never seen anything like that before… what I now know to be a ‘blackfoot’ stocking. I was, to say the least, entranced!

“After what seemed like hours (but was more likely only a few minutes), she got up and left. As I watched her walk away and admired the straightness of her seams, I found myself packing up my things and hurrying after her. Being a shy freshman and not nearly as confident as I am today, I wasn’t able to go introduce myself, so I followed her at a discreet distance. Her class must’ve been all the way across campus, as it seemed like I was walking behind her for a LONG time. Mind you, I was in heaven watching those seams dancing just in front of me. I could even faintly hear the sound of her stockings rubbing together. What a sound!

“Finally, she got to her classroom. I couldn’t well follow her in, so I was thrilled when she got a seat adjacent to the open door. She then proceeded to cross her legs and move the slit so that I could still see the garter strap stretching to attach to the welt of her stocking. At one point, she reached down and started to adjust it. Well, I was about ready to explode by then… thankfully, my dorm room was fairly close by! And that is how it all began for me…”

Embarrassing moments while wearing stockings

“I’m 27and new to this site. I wear stockings regularly and I thought I would share my most embarrassing moment with you. In 1993, when I was 19, I began work at a public library. Wanting to look smart on my first day I put on my best skirt. The trouble was it was a little too tight, but I managed to fit into it, just. When I was walking across the main floor of the library my button popped off and my skirt slipped down to my knees. I briefly showed my stocking tops and benders to a few dozen people. As I bent to quickly pull up my skirt my knickered bum was quickly flashed as well. I blushed as red as a beetroot and nearly died of embarrassment. I didn’t dare face the people who had seen my underwear so I hid in the offices for as long as I could.”

“I was invited along with the rest of my colleagues to an evening wedding reception for which a coach was laid on to take us to the venue. As it was quite a posh do I was wearing a full length flowing skirt. As I was going down the steps of the coach my skirt dragged along the floor and someone behind me stepped on the hem. As I continued getting off the coach, the skirt button flew off and the zip came down – swiftly followed by my skirt which ended up in a crumpled heap on the pavement leaving me stood in my black stockings cornflower blue sussies and knickers. I pulled my skirt back up and fortunately one of the ladies had a safety pin which saved the day. I did get quite a lot of attention from the guys that night and I don’t think I bought a drink all night!”

“Way, way back in 1959 I was an office junior in a large government office. Those, of course, were the days when nylons and suspenders were universally worn. I too lost my skirt without warning, but I had on a flouncy petticoat underneath, which probably only served to make me look even more ridiculous. Adding insult to injury my petticoat was semi-transparent so my knickers and sussies were seen by all. Even after all these years, I still feel my cheeks glowing crimson when I recall it!”

“I was walking across the open-plan office where I work with a colleague of 26 (I’m 52) when I heard the unmistakeable ‘ping’ of a suspender coming loose. My colleague blushed and nodded when I asked if she was wearing suspenders. I still wear them for work but I was surprised at a girl of her age.

“I’ve been a closet wearer of stockings under business clothes for decades. I usually wear nude or light beige stockings with a wide pull-on garterbelt. At a meeting some years ago I stood up to give my short presentation. As I did so, a front garter released with what seemed like a cannon shot to me. I couldn’t believe it had not been heard by everyone, but no one seemed to take notice. I hurriedly finished my talk, and adjourned to the men’s room to re-attach the garter. Since then, I always pinch the front garter with pliers to prevent a repetition. It seems effective.”

“Never embarrass a lady who is wearing stockings in any way. All of us (and that includes me) are expected to act like the ladies and gentlemen we are, with good manners at all times. It upsets me when I read of someone being careless in how they exit a table and cause exposure of someone who would rather not be exposed. Believe me when I say, no lady has to wear stockings. They do have other choices such as pantyhose and thigh highs. So when they are wearing stockings they deserve respect and to be treated with the utmost dignity.”

Why do women still wear stockings?

I hope that if there are any women reading this they will take the time to end my (and maybe a lot of other men’s) curiosity over why women still wear ‘classic’ stockings and suspenders (garters) instead of ‘newer’ and ‘easier’ hosiery such as hold-ups or the so called suspender tights my wife recently bought.

My wife (28) started wearing stockings just after we got married and still wears stockings now and then, but less than she used to, mainly on occasions. She also always complained about embarrassing and awkward moments when her suspenders either broke or came undone. It always seems to happen when we are out. She hasn’t worn stockings to work for some time since she got embarrassed when giving a presentation at work one day.

I also remember about three years ago on my way to work in the city a young woman walking ahead in the street in a funny way. She turned a corner into a side street I also took. When I also turned the corner she was a little bit ahead obviously trying to do up a stocking. I don’t think she saw me or succeeded because when going up the same steps to my building I could see she was still trying to keep it up. She ended up going into my building and the same elevator. It was in the elevator that she noticed me glancing below, and she was obviously a bit embarrassed just smiled and said ‘trouble down below’, or something like that! She got off at a different floor!

I know that most women don’t wear stockings these days and I’m certainly not complaining that my wife does! But I am curious why, if there is so much awkwardness and potential embarrassment why do so many women continue? Just how common is it really? Has it ever caused any problems?

– As Innova would probably tell you, the advantages far, far outweigh the occasional disadvantage in my eyes. It’s like saying why do you drive a Ferrari when it uses so much fuel? There will be the occasional hitch, but these things happen, and they are far less problematic to me than the health risks and sheer non-sexiness of pantyhose.

– Thanks for your sincere reply Abby. I understand what you’re saying and I suppose from a purely male and obviously ‘selfish’ point of view I could say I don’t care why women wear stockings despite hitches – I’m not complaining.

The ‘problem’ is that my wife doesn’t wear stockings anywhere as much as she used to until recently, though she did originally say that they were nice to wear. I was just curious to know whether the sort of problems she tells me about were actually ‘normal’. It was in fact the first time my wife wore stockings when we went out and were getting out of the car she told me that one of her suspenders had broken. I didn’t even know she was wearing them!

Most recently she told me that while sitting down her rear (?) fasteners somehow opened (?) and she only realised when she got up to give a talk in one of her meeting rooms at work, and got ‘humiliated’ by having her stockings ‘dangling down’ at the back while talking.

Also just how embarrassing or awkward do other women find it (ie what sort of response do women find that they get from others around them when, to quote my wife’s words, their ‘secret is out’). Are they treated less seriously than before?

If other women report here that this sort of thing does happen a fair bit, then I suppose I will appreciate my wife’s ‘efforts’ even more. But if it isn’t and she’s doing something ‘wrong’ then I suppose I might be able to show some genuine messages from any women reading this site to ‘reassure’ her.

– My girlfriend stopped using stockings after only a little time. She says she has too many problems with garters coming open. Last time we went out together and her stockings started coming down in the street she was not happy. She says it happens too much. Is this true? I say it’s only bad luck. I’ve never seen this before.

– Innova to the rescue. At all costs you must dissuade her from the evils of pantyhose. Suggest “stay ups” or suspender tights. More importantly she must try another suspender belt, or maybe her stockings are the wrong size. Does she wear stretch or non-stretch, or FF or RHT’s? Just persevere and she will find the solution that suits both of you. But be understanding and don’t force the issue too much. Treat her gently and she will respond.

– My girlfriend has worn stay up stockings but she always complains that they fall down slowly. I say she should buy some normal stockings and a garterbelt to wear so not to have any problem. Of course i like them better and she also says they are nice. But she only wore them five or six times. At work on the first day a back garter broke and she could not close it, so she had a problem keeping the stocking up.

One week ago we are out together and walking. Suddenly she got angry and said again that the garter was open at the back. Soon after she suddenly held her leg and said the other garter had come open. As we walked she had a problem keeping the stocking up and she got very upset from all the people looking.

Later she told me her friends also say they have same problem all time when they wear stockings. She says that the normal stockings and garters are very nice but she doesn’t want to worry all the time with garters coming open.

– I have had a look at some unopened packs of my wife’s hosiery. The makes are Charnos and Aristoc, and the suspenders are from Gossard and Berlei – does that help? My wife has worn hold ups but doesn’t like them. Again, is there a make that (presumably more expensive!) does actually stay up? I find your description of pantyhose (tights?) as evil, funny. I am not sure if that will work?

– I can answer all your questions on the stockings problems. But first, at all expenses, do not let her even think about pantyhose.

I am a male and I have been wearing stockings very successfully for over 30 years. I have had embarrassing situations such as you explained. It is embarrassing when a garter comes undone and you have to go find a restroom to fix it. Even more so, is when both garters come undone and your stocking slides down out from under your pants and all these people see that you had on stockings!

With my experience with stockings, I have found that the problem lies in either that the stocking is too short or the garters on the garter-belt are too short. When both of these match, it is a perfect marriage!

Being 6’3″ tall I have a lot of problems finding long sheer stockings, I hate those stretchy cantrece stockings, they remind me of pantyhose! Lots of times when I go to buy a new garterbelt I have to shop around to find one with the garters that are long enough. And you have to make sure that you buy a good garter-belt – if you buy a cheap one it will have those cheap garter clasps and they will NOT stay fastened!

Even on some of the good garter-belts i have had to take off the garters that came with it and put on the garters that you can buy that are made for girdles, these seem to be a lot better garter and WON’T come undone and also most of the time they are the good metal garters like they used to be on the garter-belts. When they started putting on the plastic garters is when I started having most of my problems.

– From my own experience with my wife, ladies will wear stockings and suspenders subject to two provisos – first, that they are comfortable; and, second, that they do not feel there is any danger of the kind of problem you describe.

The solution to both problems lies in the fitting of the garments and the quality. As to the latter, the clips must be metal and not plastic. (I was in Selfridges the other day and noticed a range of suspenders from Rigby and Pellier, Corsetieres by appointment to Her Majesty The Queen; I was appalled and amazed to see they all had plastic clips.

– Three cheers for the recent hot spell. In the interests of comfort and hygiene, and because her job requires her to not to be bare legged, my wife has decided to bin her tights and to return to wearing stockings and suspenders. She has worn them before but stopped because the stockings wrinkled around her ankles. Someone has suggested a suspender belt with metal suspender clips as opposed to plastic clips.

You must ensure your wife wears the correct size or wrinkles will occur…..also girls have worn stockings with the welt turned over if a larger size is worn. In the U.K. stockings ‘turned to tights’ in 1968, I was 18 at the time but had seen enough in time, thank the Lord, all my girlfriends wore their pants/knickers over their suspender belt and never underneath!