Welcome to a world where the boundaries of pleasure and trust merge into an intricate art form. For this weeks Sinful Sunday post I’m sharing a look at the captivating world of tight breast bondage. I had a particularly challenging time with my breasts a couple of months back. But with D I felt ready to embark on a journey that challenged my preconceived notions. One that celebrates the beauty of trust, connection, and sensual expression.
He knew how much I’d wanted to enjoy tight breast bondage. That I’d experimented with rubber bands, zip ties, shibari, hands… He also knew how badly each failed attempt affected me. My self worth is built on what my body can do, rather than what it looks like. These breasts just weren’t showing me they could do anything I wanted! And that if I was ever to feel the sensations I craved so badly, I’d need help.
Fortunately, D is a resourceful man.
While my breasts presented a number of challenges (namely their lack of flesh and the conical nature of what I have going on there) his patience, tight grip and prior breast bondage experiences saved the day. He took pictures and showed them to me, there and then.
Ungrateful wench that I am, I remembered them as someone who’s had a love/blank/loathe relationship with her breasts for a long, long time. So much so that I didn’t ask for the breast pictures. I probably would have asked eventually, but hadn’t quite the courage to see them as I remembered. Fortunately, I put my foot in it when I posted about seeing my pretty breasts in a mirror. After reading that he sent the photos he’d taken my way after remembering that he hadn’t done so already.
Looking at the photos, I didn’t see what I remembered seeing.
The first of the photos, me standing with breasts in tight zip-tie bondage, was beautiful. The second, with the clamps weighted from purple nipples and with darker shading across my bound flesh was something else.
It was a marvellous experience. Not just because it’s something I’ve wanted to see myself in for so long, and never succeeded at. I had to trust him to be kind. If the zip ties hadn’t worked, I’d need no negative comments (like the sadistic internal self-chatter). Or him to tut disapprovingly in frustration, giving me the ammunition to berate their (my breasts) lack of useful design. Again! It takes a certain level of connection to be able to trust someone with those most fragile parts of yourself. Or, should I say, for me to be able to do that in a healthy way.
I’d all but given up on my dream of tight breast bondage.
Given it had been relegated to the pile of unhealthy options, I am delighted to share this memory here. It just goes to show given healing time, a fresh approach and a similarly-minded deviant there’s very little I/we can’t achieve. After discussions last night, I don’t believe this is the last time I’ll see myself in tight breast bondage. Perhaps we’ll get some pictures of that too, and then… maybe I’ll share with you!
I know that September Song Project 2023 is over but I’m always tardy! So, just as a reminder… You can’t always get what you want. But you might somehow be able to get what you need.
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This is AMAZING! It’s something I’ve always wanted to try but because of my lack of size, I’ve always failed. So whilst I do have breast bondage envy, I will revel in the beauty of yours instead.
wow wonderfully done and thanks for the links to remember all of your lovely photos
That looks so intense. I am so glad you are exploring and discovering new things