Wow... almost three weeks have elapsed since I started lacing up again in earnest. I've never really kept count, so I wouldn't like to say it's the longest period I've ever worn a corset regularly but it must be getting on for that, I would think. I can't at the moment foresee any obvious reason to stop, and when I take it off briefly for 'essential maintenance' I can detect definite signs that it's beginning to have a permanent effect in terms of re-shaping my body and waistline. Call me narcissistic but the new, slimmer me looks to me like a definite improvement on the old one. Which is part of what corseting is all about, of course.
And I've loved doing it, too. Being in a corset is a remarkably sensual experience. While I don't consciously think about it every waking moment of the day, I can never really forget I'm in a corset. A nudge here, a little hug there and the heightened sensitivity around my waist occasionally combine to give a distraction that borders on the erotic.
I've been tightening my laces periodically, too, since I started wearing the 28" ones - probably two or three times a week. I suspect I've got quite a long time before the back is fully closed, but then I've slipped back considerably from where I was in 2012 and able to get into a 26" one. Watch this space!
I have, I think, briefly touched on the rather strange feeling of not wanting to be without my corset on, and that's started to make me wonder whether I might one day end up having to wear a corset full-time. At the moment it just feels a bit odd, vaguely unsettling and I soon start to miss it. How that will turn out might be something I shall discover sooner rather than later.
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