My husband has given me the instruction that tomorrow I have to wear a tack bra, all day.
He really enjoyed my first experience of it on Saturday. I did too, I guess, it was scarily painful at times but at the same time incredibly arousing.
I'm married to an Englishman, moved here from where I grew up to live with him while he stands in for his Dad at their family business so on Saturday we went to a crowded pub to watch England's World Cup match. We were already enjoying a little bit of together time as my Mom is over here so she was babysitting for us.
When we get some time without our child, we like to take the opportunity to do some of the things we don't do anymore, or to try some new things. The tack bra was something he found out about a couple of years ago and he's been wanting to put me in one. He bought it up again on Saturday morning while we were convalescing in bed, I noticed he had a hard-on and I asked him what he was thinking.
An hour or so later we were in a store where he picked out a nicely lurid pink bra, with removable pads. I complained that he got the wrong size and he said it had to be too small for me to feel it properly. We got two boxes of tacks, what Brits call drawing pins, with different coloured heads and then we went home for him to take them into his workshop and get to work with his hot glue gun.
Fast forward to Saturday afternoon, it's hot, it's crowded and I'm wearing that pink bra which is clearly visible under my dungaree dress. England score twice and, like everyone else I have to jump up and down cheering for the goals. Unlike everyone else, every movement I make reminds me painfully of all the little pinheads stabbing into my boobs from my interestingly polkadot neon pink bra!! He hugs me tightly, knowing full well that he's pressing those pins harder against my skin, and after the match it seems like everyone else in the pub wants to hug too!
Anyway, we drank maybe a little bit too much and stayed out a lot later than we're used to but he just had to tie me face-down to our bed and take me from behind before letting me take his evil little creation off.
I was expecting more blood, it hurt a lot throughout the day (and definitely while he was taking me) but I think I only had a few bleeding areas even though my boobs had a very interesting look to them when finally I was allowed to be released.
So, tomorrow I have to wear it again, only this time I will be dropping our little one at school in it, going to work in it, getting the groceries in it. Doing my daily tidying up in it, although his Mum and Dad have our child tomorrow night. Who knows what else I'm going to have to do in it or how long he'll make me wear it for?
I'm a little bit nervous, but I'm also very excited
He really enjoyed my first experience of it on Saturday. I did too, I guess, it was scarily painful at times but at the same time incredibly arousing.
I'm married to an Englishman, moved here from where I grew up to live with him while he stands in for his Dad at their family business so on Saturday we went to a crowded pub to watch England's World Cup match. We were already enjoying a little bit of together time as my Mom is over here so she was babysitting for us.
When we get some time without our child, we like to take the opportunity to do some of the things we don't do anymore, or to try some new things. The tack bra was something he found out about a couple of years ago and he's been wanting to put me in one. He bought it up again on Saturday morning while we were convalescing in bed, I noticed he had a hard-on and I asked him what he was thinking.
An hour or so later we were in a store where he picked out a nicely lurid pink bra, with removable pads. I complained that he got the wrong size and he said it had to be too small for me to feel it properly. We got two boxes of tacks, what Brits call drawing pins, with different coloured heads and then we went home for him to take them into his workshop and get to work with his hot glue gun.
Fast forward to Saturday afternoon, it's hot, it's crowded and I'm wearing that pink bra which is clearly visible under my dungaree dress. England score twice and, like everyone else I have to jump up and down cheering for the goals. Unlike everyone else, every movement I make reminds me painfully of all the little pinheads stabbing into my boobs from my interestingly polkadot neon pink bra!! He hugs me tightly, knowing full well that he's pressing those pins harder against my skin, and after the match it seems like everyone else in the pub wants to hug too!
Anyway, we drank maybe a little bit too much and stayed out a lot later than we're used to but he just had to tie me face-down to our bed and take me from behind before letting me take his evil little creation off.
I was expecting more blood, it hurt a lot throughout the day (and definitely while he was taking me) but I think I only had a few bleeding areas even though my boobs had a very interesting look to them when finally I was allowed to be released.
So, tomorrow I have to wear it again, only this time I will be dropping our little one at school in it, going to work in it, getting the groceries in it. Doing my daily tidying up in it, although his Mum and Dad have our child tomorrow night. Who knows what else I'm going to have to do in it or how long he'll make me wear it for?
I'm a little bit nervous, but I'm also very excited