Swimslavery

I am a swimslave. You will join me soon. (Taking up the mantle from @swimslave. Find more from them!)

[swimslave]

As the swimsuit worms its way into your mind and warps your perceptions, you’ll develop an insatiable desire to caress the smooth, shiny material that encases your body. As the swimsuit continues to warp your perceptions, you will find the material increasingly arousing. Eventually the swimsuit will become your only desire.

[swimslavery]

Going back through Swimslave's old posts, this is too good not to re-blog! This is my type of thing!

[swimslavery]

One of my favourite things to do during the summer is to find a secluded river or pond, and go swimming in my suits. I will swim in multiple of them, making sure each one gets a taste of the water. I sunbathe in them for hours, drying off each suit before putting on the next. If I’m feeling like a little danger I might go for a walk around too. 

If it is hot enough, I might even spend a night out running around nature in them. Going for a swim, getting out, rolling in some mud, sleeping in a sleeping bag full of suits.

[yoimachi]

武田玲奈

[hot-swim]

[hot-swim]

[hot-swim]

[zzzzz0013]

[naughtyswimsuit]

#sexy #girl in aubergine #onepiece #swimsuit

[naughtyswimsuit]

#sexy #girl in brown #onepiece #swimsuit

[naughtyswimsuit]

#sexy #girl in brown #onepiece #swimsuit

[annybananita]

[merry5121]

[swimslavery]

To serve the suit is the highest honour.

[swimslavery]

How does one become a swimslave? 👀👀👀

If you own a swimsuit, you must wear it as often as possible. You will become one fastest by wearing your suit.

If you don't own a swimsuit, you must buy one as fast as possible. It should be tight but something you'd enjoy wearing often. I'm particularly fond on anything from Arena, Zoggs or Decathlon.

Even if you own a suit or 16, there are always more to serve!

[swimslavery]

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[swimslavery]

How I Became a Swimslave

I’ve been swimming since I was seven. From the very beginning, I was drawn to the girls in their tight swimsuits. I couldn’t stop staring at how the smooth, shiny fabric gripped their bodies. I kept wondering what it would feel like to wear one. How it would encase me. How it would control me.

One day I stole an old suit that wasn’t being used and tried it on in secret.

It was bliss.

The tight Lycra stretched over my skin and hugged every part of me, especially between my legs. Something deep inside me woke up that day. After that I wore it whenever I could. When my family wasn’t home, or late at night when the house was quiet. I even slept in it, heart pounding at the thought of getting caught in the morning.

Before long I started taking bigger risks. I’d climb out my ground floor bedroom window wearing nothing but the suit and run across the fields at night. The cool air on my skin mixed with the constant tight grip of the fabric made the feeling addictive.

Then came the summer I went house-sitting. The second I knew I’d be alone for a week, all I could think about was living in swimsuits. I bought two new ones in person — standing at the cashier as they scanned them. For the entire week I barely took them off: swimming in the pool, cycling, walking through forests at night, rolling in the mud, swimming in rivers. That week pushed me much deeper into it.

Going back home afterwards felt like a punishment.

A few months later I started college and finally had my own room. That’s when the real change happened. I began wearing suits almost every moment I was alone. Sometimes I even wore them under my clothes to lectures. The need kept growing.

Then I found the old Swimslave Tumblr and realised I wasn’t alone. Other people had completely given in to the same pull. So I did too.

Now I wear my suits as often as possible.

I have been converted.

I am a swimslave.