It’s a Cinch

Growing up I was obsessed by corsets. Some of it was being much skinnier back then and it making me convinced I was flat chested but a lot of it was coming of age in an era of John Paul Gaultier dressing Madonna and Dolce and Gabbana’s modern day corsetry that shook off the Victorian associations for pure Sicilian sex appeal.

No one in Ireland wore corsets (unless they were about ninety and still wore their ‘stays’ with a girdle and had never heard of Lycra) so I had no idea that you didn’t need tits to wear one, but that they did the work for you and created a cleavage to die for. I had several images like this of the model Chandra North in a corset and dreamed of spilling over my top in such a literally over the top style.

I did get a chance to wear a zipped corset made of black leather for a sex work client on a few occasions but it never gave me the silhouette I was after even if I loved the feel of it and the look of a leather corset. The zip simply didn’t nip my waist in enough to make much impact and it made me think such things weren’t for me even when I got tits in my twenties.

Then my Master introduced me to waist training and corsets and it was love at first lacing once I learned that overbust corsets don’t suit me (the other issue with that leather one) by squashing my tits into a very unflattering shape which defeats the purpose somewhat.

I thought I was a bit of an expert on waist training though by now when I learned something completely new existed. In searching Amazon to replace a waist trainer I’d worn out, I found that I’ve been wearing the 9 steel waist trainer in that time but a 25 steel version also exists.

Quite simply the more steels, the more the cinch and the more results. You won’t be surprised to hear I bought one immediately. I was pleased on a practical note when I opened the Amazon Prime package to find that it is considerably stronger and less likely to stab me with a stray steel that the one I’ve been wearing (having ripped two in the last six or so months no less.)

But stronger means trickier to put on and I really really felt the effort of fastening it evn starting on the first row of hooks. And I really felt the effects of wearing it. Longer than the 9 steel, it comes higher up my back and lower down my stomach which I liked as it prevents a visible line but it felt like wearing a full corset compared to my old one.

I decided to distract myself by wearing it to cook and do housework so my mind wouldn’t keep being distracted by how firm it felt around my waist. I could see why Princess struggles with hers as I think she started out with a 25 steel and that’s quite a leap since I was very aware of it after almost two years of the 9 steel even though it’s perversely comfortable to me.

Then I realised as I cooked and cleaned that I was very distracted after all, not so much by my waist but by my tits. Even on the first hook, this waist trainer pushes them up and together so much more than before. Like a modern day Narcissus I was drowing in my own cleavage every time I glanced down.

Three hours in and I tightened it onto the second row of hooks just to see if I was imagining things. Turns out I’ve finally fulfilled that lifetime ambition to have full firm tits spill over the top of a ridiculously tight top in a way that’s borderline obscene. I half expect to be arrested on the third row of hooks frankly….

tits in top

 

It’s a Cinch

Build Up

John Holmes toy and black corset

Princess likes instant gratification. If she could click her fingers and have it now from food to destinations to orgasms she would. My Master and I both like delayed gratification though so when he took some time off work this week, I was interested to see how long he’d make me wait for my fun.

He started by telling me as soon as I’d woken up to slide the John Holmes toy inside me and ride it for ten minutes every hour today. It took me rather longer to wake up and warm up and get such a monster toy inside me that he reminded me I only had thirty minutes to go before I had to start again.

In uncharacteristic brattiness I asked if I could keep the toy in now I was enjoying it so much. He noted that Princess seems to be rubbing off on me and agreed that I could spend an entire hour fucking myself with the big toy.

Luckily I’ve rather missed my Master’s slightly sadistic streak recently because that’s more of a punishment for being bratty than I realised to begin with. The John Holmes toy isn’t just big, it’s heavy too. An entire kilo of silicone cock in fact. Both my arms and my cunt were certainly feeling it thirty minutes in.

I switched back and forth from riding it on my knees to fucking myself on my back for the next twenty minutes and then my Master ordered me to run my fingertip over my clit piercing without stopping touching myself for the last ten minutes without coming. By the time my hour was up I couldn’t decide if I was right on the edge of an orgasm or desperate to stop to give my cunt a break.

My Master was worried I like being bratty but that’s more my old impulsive bad decision making self where I let my cunt decide what’s going to happen and not think of the consequences when there’s cock in the equation. And I’m glad he’s taught me not to do that too often.

But every hour at half past after that I slipped the big toy back inside without argument and fucked myself for ten full minutes to loosen me up and stretch me before my Master came round to play in person. The last minute saw play with my clit and pull back from the edge, distracting myself with choosing an outfit to please him with.

Corset laced, latex stockings shined, blonde hair and tits as dramatic as possible he ordered me to blindfold myself and kneel with the toy inside me on my living room floor and fuck myself with it until he decided to arrive to take mercy on me.

Time plays out very differently when you are so focused like that and I entertained myself with imagining the feel of his naked body and hard cock when he did arrive and wondering just how long he’d delay my gratification for his own enjoyment…

Build Up

Prompted

I thought I’d got as far with my waist training as I could. Not as far as the 24″ that my Master set me last year but comfortably into the 26″ corset and used to wearing the waist trainer everyday.

My slight smugness at recently being able to lie down or eat more easily in the waist trainer made me think I’d developed talents I never imagined I’d have when my Master suggested the waist trainer this time last year.

Then I washed my waist trainer just once too often in the machine. And one of the steel bones poked through in a distinctly uncomfortable fashion. Time to buy a new one clearly or risk ruining my glamorous image.

Waist trainers are becoming easier to buy thanks to their popularity with the Kardashians who have brought them mainstream outside Spanish and South American culture where women wear them to support their muscles while they heal after childbirth.

You can pay a lot of money for a waist trainer but I find the more expensive they are the more they make me think of what my grandmother might have called a girdle and tend to look sturdy rather than sexy.

I favour this brand off Amazon which aren’t stupidly expensive, don’t look too practical and provide decent cinching support. Mine lasted a good six months being worn daily and washed regularly until it split on me.

The only downside I discovered is that it also stretches quite considerably in that time. It wasn’t my expertise at wearing it but rather more give in it over the last few months. The replacement one is about 1.5 inches smaller than the well worn one in fact.

And I got quite a shock when I tried to hook the new one up. It was so so much tighter that I thought it wasn’t going to fit. I mean it doesn’t help that it’s quite hard to see over my tits to do it up but a bit of contortion and I had it snug on the second hooks.

If you’ve never worn a waist trainer before you will be shocked by how tight it feels. It really does hold you and compress you and chances are the first week or so, you’ll only manage it for short periods of time at once rather than all day.

But if you’ve ever worn any kind of ‘shaping underwear’ the waist trainer is much easier. It nips you in rather than simply squeezing everything into a different shape and position and gives a much sleeker feel especially under clothes that you can sit and stand in without feeling like it will slide down all the time.

However it’s also designed to ‘use thermal technology to help train your waist’ which means wearing something made of heavy rubber right by your bare skin will make you sweat. I don’t find that a particular issue as I’m a woman who is part lizard but others might it problematic.

In fact reading all the hype about the waist trainer made me really sceptical when my Master suggested it but I’ve fallen in love with it. Princess hates how constricting it feels to her yet for in an example of how opposite we are to each other, I revel in it.

It feels supportive and somehow comforting to be held in like that and putting the new waist trainer on today and being reminded how firm and tight it should be put a spring in my step. Each reminder of it felt like submission over and over again.

Maybe I’ll manage to train my waist that little bit further now I’ve been reminded…?

Prompted

Tighter

I hadn’t had the chance to wear my corset for a long time and when I was getting ready for my Master the other night, I was most excited to reacquaint myself with it that I laced myself into long before he made a detailed plan to come round.

I love the feeling of lacing myself into it and seeing my body shape change in an instant in the mirror. It takes a lot of work to season a corset to fit your body and only your body and now when I get into either of mine, they mould to fit me properly.

My Master however didn’t think it was tight enough and he laced me into it so tightly that it actually hurt to breathe while I was fisting Princess and I had to ask him to loosen it before he was able to fuck me.

I wore it all evening though even as we ate and I was almost surprised to notice I still had it on when he unlaced before they went home. The next day I could really feel the effort wearing it after a prolonged break creates and my muscles ached in a way that mimicked being tightly bound.

Princess struggles with this constricted feeling, but I love it. It makes me feel secure in some ways and as if my sexual energy and power is concentrated by being pushed into a smaller space with the momentum that creates.

Wearing the corset or waist trainer feels like my body being supported and guided. It’s more comfortable now for walking or standing for any length of time and it makes me feel stronger and stand taller even though essentially I lean against it. It actually describes my relationship with my Master quite well.

So I was interested to read this piece today about why people enjoy bondage for a variety reasons and why being immobilised or restricted can actually be very comforting when you’d think it would be unpleasant.

I enjoy tying Princess to the bed very much but I think I might be wanting to experiment with more forms of constriction myself in the future…

Tighter

Carrying On

fisting-photo

After fucking me to more orgasms than I could count while he bent me over the bed and tightened my corset, my Master flipped me onto my back on the bed and left me to catch my breath.

I should have guessed it wasn’t actually kindness or consideration for the fact he’d tightened the corset more than ever before since Princess wasn’t there to plead on my behalf.

Instead he used the interlude to pick out a toy to slip into my cunt to stretch it with. Lying back blindfolded with my cunt wide open with how turned on I was, I couldn’t work out which toy he’d chosen to tease and then fill my cunt with.

He had quite a few to choose from where I’d laid them out as instructed but it was difficult to tell just filled up I was especially when the toy slipped in so very easily. He fucked me rhythmically with it as he told me to rub my pierced clit as he slowly listed all the slutty changes he’s made to my body in the past 18 months.

I was getting wetter and more open with each thing he reminded me of. My body is completely different in every way to when I met him and I prefer every change he’s made. Particularly a cunt that can take a second toy in it like he used at that point and come so easily around both.

And if a cunt can take two toys, it can take two cocks. Handily the cock that comes with the strap on is the same size and thickness as his and he proved it by slipping both into me at the same time and fucking me slowly but deeply until I came again.

Each time I come round something large, it stretches me out that little bit more and when he changed tempo and slid his fist into me instead of the two cocks, I almost felt loose around his hand and it took him to interlock both his hands and fist me that way to tip me over into another orgasm.

I was so stretched open that when he pulled me on top of his cock again, there was a brief moment where my cunt took it and the John Holmes toy at the same time and it felt incredible for both of us until my cunt actually couldn’t hold the toy in any longer.

He made do with fucking my ruined cunt until he came into it and I think he liked the feel of his handiwork because he came so hard he almost bucked me off his cock with the intensity of his orgasm.

I know he wants me to not be able to feel his cock inside me eventually but it’s tricky not to when someone fucks you like that…

 

 

Carrying On

Hair

I’m almost pleased that the weather has turned today in London. Colder, wetter and perfect for wearing a wig again.

I got mine exactly this time last year  and it definitely started to turn me into Candi properly. Different hair, different me. Especially when the order came to shave myself smooth and start wearing my corset over the next few days and weeks too.

A year later and my waist is five inches smaller and when I had to go a week without shaving, I felt like it didn’t feel right at all and couldn’t wait to strip it all off as soon as possible.

It feels fantastic to have changed so much in a year that putting my wig on feels like me again…

 

Hair

Break Me

I was slightly startled by the ferocity of Princess’s orgasm with my Master’s fist inside her the other night and more than a little envious of how good it looked so I was interested to see what he had in mind for me.

I haven’t worn my full corset for a while but I was wearing it last night over the latex and while Princess was recovering, my Master put me on his cock facing away from him and leaned me forward to pull the corset so tight I could only breathe easily if I sat down deeper on his cock.

Princess was on her knees, licking my clit as I tried to get my breath, my rhythm and enough of my Master’s cock all at once. It felt good and yet so overwhelming I had to ask him to loosen the corset just slightly to help me out.

I felt as overcome as Princess had seemed to be when he got me up off his cock and onto my back, slipping the pighole into me. I’m not sure what I was expecting but he was surprisingly gentle, fucking me slowly and deeply and almost tenderly despite my stretched rubber cunt not being what you might associate with that.

But my Master doesn’t like me to be too sure of what he’s doing, so just as I started to relax into that style of fucking, he flipped me round and fucked me from behind allowing himself to push so hard into the pighole that you could hear the rubber with each thrust.

It was incredibly hot to all of us and he was fucking me harder and harder, pulling me onto my back with my legs up round his neck, fucking me in one of my favourite positions where although his cock is deep inside, you feel you could take more and more.

I almost broke my rule about begging or worse, telling him what to do when he told Princess she could pick where he came between her ass or my cunt. I’m not sure I could have let him stop if she hadn’t told him to come inside me.

He still chose one of his favourite positions with Princess underneath me and him fucking me from behind while I had my face buried in her cunt, but he pulled the pighole out and fucked me harder than I have ever been fucked in my life, lifting me deeper onto his cock with the laces of the corset.

I’m not sure if was lack of oxygen, adrenaline or subspace, but I was barely aware of him coming into me because everything felt heightened yet detached, only aware of the heat of his come inside me and dripping out onto Princess’s face.

I was genuinely so light headed afterwards I had to ask to take the corset off to stop me actually feeling dizzy. I couldn’t make any kind of decision to sit up or lie down and I was utterly dazed from fucking.

Luckily my Master made the decision for all of us and sent Princess to the fridge to bring a bottle of cava and some glasses back to use alcohol to revive me. How couldn’t you feel better in drinking cold wine in bed with the two people you’ve just fucked…?

 

Break Me