Foolishness since 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
The Curse of My Fetish Continues
I recently blogged about my girdle fetish. That got my mind focused on the topic. I am so damn focused, it's all-consuming.
When we got home from our trip, I found a girdle we have had since early marriage. I had no idea I could still get into it. But, I did. It's black and when it's on it is so sheer you can see the skin. I have been paddled in it many times, but not in a long time.
I put it on and showed Bacall. First thing out of her mouth was "Black girdle gets the black paddle." I wore it for an hour or so until she got ready to paddle me. I was expecting it to sting as the black paddle is our stingest paddle. I bent over a dining room chair and from the first lick, I knew it was going to be one of her classic Aunt Bacall paddlings. She does not hold back. Damn did it sting. Did the girdle amplify the sting?
I got ten on the girdle and then it came down for another four on the bare bottom. I was so high.
That should have gotten it out of my system. But, no, I wanted it again. So we did it again yesterday. It stung just as much. I am doomed.