Stapling Festive Flowers To My Breasts

The school holidays start today and I am in much need of a kick up the backside for Christmas spirit. I bought myself some festive flowers and foliage, with the full intention of stapling them to me somehow. Not that I’d stapled myself for a really long time, but sometimes the stars align. With the stars being masochism, creativity and a need for mischief making!

Why the big gap between my first medical stapling and trying to attach festive leaves and flowers?

I hadn’t been able to remove the staples previously (without making a bit of a mess) and was rightly nervous. But there is something special about the kink scene, and my gorgeous friends. At a dinner party in September I had opportunity to receive tutoring from two women. One, an experienced, sadistic stapling fan, the other a fellow masochist with lots of medical stapling under her belt. Or wherever else she might have enjoyed it.

A simple fix, I was soon away with knowledge, understanding and practical skills.

Roll forward three months and I’m stood in Sainsbury’s, braving the festive aisle, choosing flowers and branches that I could have fun stapling to myself. This morning I laid out all of my equipment, prepped the stems of the flowers and set up the camera. Next I thoroughly washed and sterilised myself before ripping open the sterile stapler. It was time to feel the tickly, stinging pinch. Starting with Gypsophila, because of it’s slender stems, before moving along to the leaved stalks. Sadly, not all of the foliage was suitable. The thick, woody stalks of the conifer branches were never going to fit under a staple. Satisfied with my chest-garden, I pottered round the house because it all felt delicious! It wasn’t long before I was washing my hands, carefully removing the staples and sterilising the wounds.

Do I feel more Christmassy? Ummm… I’m not sure that I do. But when I see the vase with my flowers, and smell the oil from the conifer branches, I smile. And building positive links to Christmas is the best way to break through past grinch-y-ness.

How do you build your Christmas cheer? It would be great to hear other ideas, kinky or not. Let me know in the comments below.

I’d love to take credit for this creative delight.

In fact it was a a picture I stumbled across on Fetlife. I messaged the amazing woman behind the original photo, a fellow self-topper, to ask if I could use her as inspiration and credit her. Obviously, it was a yes from KitfoxInboots and so I’m linking her in here. If you’re not on Fetlife then I do apologise. If you are please do go and give her work some love. Just know that it’s a very beautiful image of a naked smiling lady, but rather than stapling festive flowers to her body she has used brightly coloured, garden flowers.

Which reminds me that I have other plans for this stapling idea. And I shall revisit it when the season is upon us. Which season? You’ll have to wait to find out! (And I’m going to add a reminder to my diary so I don’t forget.)

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