Corsets

Well hello there,

I've been inspired by Malin James' post and Kink of the Week to let you in to the secret world of Tabitha...

I'm corset mad - really.

A 1980s C&A original!

I have a fairly androgynous shape I think - broad shoulders, rectangular body, flat bum - I'm not sure I felt masculine or feminine when I was younger. If you saw me from behind you might wonder if I was male or female. I often felt like a fraud in a skirt and pretty puffed sleeved top - really - these did NOT suit me. So when I was about fourteen I tried on my mother's zip up corset top from C & A - suddenly I got it. I felt feminine. I felt pretty. And I also felt like Snow White when she got tied too tightly into a corset by the peddlar woman... the wicked stepmother! I LOVED that story - I think I read it a hundred times, poring over the beautiful pictures of Snow White swooning in ties, or golden combs or poisoned apples...

Anyway - back to the clothing! I inherited that very corset and here I am in it today...

Corsets are my one indulgence. I don't go to the beauty parlour, or hairdresser, I still think of the shoes I bought three years ago as 'my good new ones'.

I only wear steel boned now. I don't have a custom made one like Malin's but I hope to one day - though the bloomers were hand made especially for me by a friend of mine. There's another kink - next time!

Here are some of my corsets

Green steel boned

Red sweetheart neckline
Buxom!

Black underbust -
this is my favourite corset of all

Little red underbust
This is a squeeze!
Pass the smelling salts :D

Thanks to Malin for her wonderful post which truly describes how I feel about wearing corsets - please go and read it! Click Here

And remember to check out the other corset aficionados over at kink of the Week!

Obstacles, why?

Today I want to talk to y'all about obstacles, and why *we deliberately put them in our way (*by 'we', I of course mean, I)...

In my daily life, I think I am quite capable, for example, if I want a new path in my garden I will simply make one - I can mix cement, do plumbing, plastering, all sorts of things like that. I usually run places, or at least trot - I find walking soooo slow. I rush about all over the place trying to fit in as much as I possibly can into the day, the fear of 'time running out' all around me - all the time.



But then, I have another side to me that loves to be restrained, helpless and hobbled. I have a wardrobe dedicated to the kind of glamour that keeps you slightly useless. Heels that you can't walk in, skirts that awkwardly bind legs together, corsets that restrict breathing and eating, fake nails that render fingers useless, stockings that make going to the ladies' room a bit of an ordeal...

Tighter!

It was the wonderful Vida Bailey who made me address this side of myself when we met at Eroticon in March. While I hobbled and teetered on my heels beside her, she elegant and capable in her comfy flats, she asked: "Why would you do that to yourself? I just don't understand it."

Well, since then, I've thought long and hard, and while there will be more to it than this, I reckon, it's all about being forced to slow down. Forced to accept help (why yes, kind sir, you may take my bags...) - forced to relinquish some control.

Anyway - anyone else do this?

But don't worry - as soon as I'm barefoot and in the grass, I stretch out my free legs and run and run and run. Care to join me Ms Bailey?

:D

Getting ready