I’m starting to get the hang of that new girdle Master bought me, and I’m starting to really enjoy it, too. I can get it on (mostly) by myself with (almost) no help. I still need help getting the stockings on, but I feel confident I’ll get there eventually, too. One really awesome thing is that the girdle is a sort of bondage for most of my upper body. It’s constricting and feels like a very tight hug, which is one of the reasons I love tight rope on my skin – the only difference is I can wear it anywhere I want and no one knows anything! Ha ha! Plus, Master has even pointed out that the compression has really been helping me to stay upright longer. A few days ago I wore the girdle outside the house while we ran errands, and I didn’t get lightheaded the entire time. Of course, I was also pounding water and taking salt tablets, but that’s to be expected anyway. I’m surprised by how easily I have been adapting to wearing the girdle itself. The first time I wore it, I was in it for a half hour – tops. The last time I wore it, I wore it for three hours, and I could have gone longer, but there wasn’t any real point because I was home.
It’s one of those things that, so far, I have only worn because we’re going out. It is beautiful like lingerie, but we have yet to have sex or play while I am wearing it. I feel different when I wear it, slightly more awkward, I’d guess. The girdle and stockings change the way I walk. They change the way I look, and they change the way I sit. I’m really not very feminine in my day to day life, so this is a big change for me. Still, Master is finding it massively hot, so as time goes on, at least there is that. And hopefully I am eventually able be a bit more lady-like and less annoyed that I can’t walk like a lumbering badger. Hee hee.