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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.
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Slave tied up in swimsuit
My new swimsuit from Pharfaite is here! Nice and tight and shiny… Tomorrow I’m going to spend a while breaking it in~
No matter how much you try to convince yourself that your swimsuit fetish is just a phase, it'll never be true. Your swimsuit fetish is a permanent part of your psyche. So why fight it? You'll lose anyway. Why not give into it completely? Let yourself experience the greatest pleasure imaginable. Let yourself become a total slut for swimsuits.
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hard to keep it PG with someone like me