My buttocks were separated and pushed far apart by the black plastic.My buttocks were separated and pushed far apart by the black plastic. In fact, they are made to positively bulge out, even though I don't have a large behind, I am squeezed so tightly by it. I haven't decided if that is attractive or not. The crotch strap is wide and it presses very deeply into my rear cleft. J likes it, though. He tells me I am thoroughly stunning all over, and getting more so at every step. He says this even after what he did to me later in the week. Jesus. Just thinking about it makes me feel ... oh hell. I feel like I should just cut to the chase and tell you what he did to me. Later. First things first. I'm not sure I can even write about it yet. On with the show. I want to finish this part so I can take off the torso thing. Before going out to him, I put on my makeup. I can sit at the vanity, but sitting is not comfortable in this thing. In fact nothing is comfortable in this thing. It pinches now and then, and constrains always. The worst part, other than being unable to touch my own body, and having to wait to pee, is not being able to turn my head or bend my back. It's not easy to keep my balance. I have posture worthy of a queen, though. He was seated in his armchair by the empty fireplace as I came out of the bedroom; he looked at me appreciatively, and nodded slowly to himself as though he were satisfied with what he saw. I didn't say anything, just stood at the end of the hallway and tried to sense what he wanted. I sometimes feel like a small and vulnerable nocturnal animal that relies on subtle smells and tiny night noises for surviv- al. At that moment, all my antennae were out and testing the air. Hoping my instincts were right, I turned slowly, holding my arms away from my sides so he could see all of me. |