It required a little squirming, but it was still a perfect fit.It required a little squirming, but it was still a perfect fit. Then it was back to the oak table, where he put the mold with the interior up and had me lie face down, fitting myself into it. He supported me with pillows under my forehead and legs, and then plas- tered my entire back then, neck to hips. After it had set, the two plaster halves separated neatly where he had wax papered the edge of the front half. The final product was a huge and cumbersome mold of my torso. I can't figure out why he made it. He still hasn't told me. I don't even know why he had me write about it in such detail. It wasn't really an erotic experience. I told him it would have been much easier if he had used the water-activated cast material they use for broken bones. You can get it from any medical supply store. -*- Wednesday. My sewing machine arrived okay. I picked it up today. He put my chain on again last night after he came home from work. I don't mind, except that during week days when I'm not at the exercise spa or out shopping I like to put on what few clothes I have (total clothing: the knit dress, the black thong, my exercise outfit, and the sheer cotton) and now the knit dress doesn't look good any more with the chain under it. |