Feb 14
Happy Valentine's Day 🥰😘
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Happy Valentine's Day 🥰😘
outfit of the day 🥰
I can't help it that my tits are so bountiful that they spill out of all my lingerie, but I can certainly make the most of it.
I spent a long time working on my nipple training for him last night — going back and forth between various pumps, twisting and pinching them, tracing over then gently and feeling how sensitive they were. I'm pretty sure that I fell asleep with my tits cradled in my hands, relishing their heft and softness and tenderness.
This is how I woke up this morning — bare other than my little t-shirt which I'd pushed up above my breasts before falling asleep and which stayed there all night. Even though he's out of town right now and I was sleeping alone, it feels gratifying and grounding to keep my body accessible, open, exposed.
He's trained my nipples to be so sensitive that teasing them through my shirt feels like edging.
ready for summer
I love being his good little milkmaid, all swollen and tender and desperate to show off and hungry for more.
Last summer, I read a blog post where someone was talking about how she liked to go braless and how much she liked it when men would stare at her nipples.
It sent me into a bit of a tailspin. I'm honestly a pretty modest dresser, and reading that post triggered an awareness of how much of that is based in this belief that — despite the onslaught of positive feedback I get on various websites about my naked form — dressing sluttier or in a more revealing way would be... unwelcome? unwanted? I'm not sure exactly the right word, but it really made me think about why I immediately recoiled at the thought of my nipples being so visible and on display that someone could stare at them, let alone whether they'd want to.
I've spent months slowly turning that thought around in my head, and during that time, my nipples have only gotten more prominent. All his training has made them permanently hard and near impossible to hide without layers of clothes. So sexualized. Calling out to be seen. And, quietly, I've started to want them to be seen. I want people to see what his training has turned me into. I want it to be visible what a pathetic shameless needy thing I am. I want to show off his property for anyone who wants to enjoy looking at it.
Lots of fun shopping to do as the warmer weather approaches... these cute little shirts are a good place to start. I bought two ;)