When I first met Master, he confessed to me that one of his biggest kinks is spandex. As we drove or walked places, he would always point out women who were dressed in sports bras and spandex pants and tell me how he liked this outfit or that. I remember one day (I don’t know why I was surprised) he mentioned wanting to see ME in spandex. I truly thought he was making fun of my weight.
Up until that point, I had only known women personally who wore spandex either for two reasons:
1- They wanted to show off their bodies.
2- They genuinely couldn’t fit into anything else.
My mother had always painted spandex in a negative light for me as well, and would constantly make fun of her friend (who is a large woman) for not being able to fit into “ordinary clothing”. Mind you, this was a tremendous contradiction because my mother lived in cotton pants-sets with a waist band instead of jeans with a zipper. Growing up, no matter if I was 95 pounds, or 150, I was constantly picked on by my parents for my weight. ALWAYS told I was fat. My dad would call me “Thunder Thighs” as a nick name. At the time, I wore a size 5 jeans, but he would always tell me if I wasn’t careful I was only going to fit into spandex soon. >.<
Needless to say, growing up I had only heard negative things about spandex. When Master asked me to wear it (this was a LONG time ago, back when we first met) I was completely shocked and truly felt like he was insulting my size, calling me fat and somehow “unworthy” of what my mother likes to call “regular clothes.” I have never really felt like #1 in the above sinereos. I have never wanted to show off my body. Sure, I show off for the camera, but it somehow doesn’t feel like showing my body off. To me, it feels more like showing my personality off.
It took a bit of convincing, but after he explained to me (I think it took me a few weeks to be comfortable, really, truly comfortable with the idea) I agreed to wear my gymnastics leotard around him. I still had it, it is made from velvet, quite fuzzy, and very spandex-y. Truth be told, I’m getting a little wet as I write this just *thinking* about all the petting and rubbing I got that night. Hee hee. The velvet made him not want to take his hands away, and the spandex-y second skin feeling was rather nice to me as well. I had to admit it to myself. Spandex could be sexy. <3
Since that day I’ve acquired a lot more spandex clothing, and I feel a lot better about wearing them for Master or in public. I’ve come to love the sensation. In truth, I’ve got a big fetish for latex and vinyl (unfortunately, I need to revamp my latex and vinyl clothing, because I’ve either lost too much weight, or had to throw out said clothes for other reasons, like the vinyl getting too old, etc.) so it only makes sense that I would enjoy another material which feels like such a second skin to me. I think it must also be why I love rope bondage and bondage tape. I love that feeling of a “hug”, I love the feeling of security despite the sometimes helpless feeling you can also get.
We bought a new bathing suit recently which is spf 50 so I could go to the pool during the day with Master on the weekends without fear of getting burnt. I felt really silly when I put it on. I’m not sure why, but somehow my feelings of being too large a girl to look good in spandex came back to me. Master says I look delicious. He can’t keep his hands off of me when I wear it. And when Master picks out pajamas for me to wear to bed, or a sexy “something” in a clothing store, I can’t help but love the fact that he goes for the sports bras and the jogging section of the store. Wearing a sport bra to bed in really very comfortable. <3 And the fact that he finds it so sexy is a HUGE bonus too.
((As a side note, sorry there aren’t any spandex pictures with this entry. Master has plans to take a few pictures of me and some rope and my new suit soon though, so they are coming. ^^))