The Joy of Lacing

[glamourbeastie]

She pulls the laces behind me, forcing me forward.
I am a marionette, pulled then pushed.
Chest OUT. Arse UP. Waist PERFECT. I stroll towards the mirror; I am Mae West, Dita Von Teese, the power of two Bettys (Grable/Page) rolled into one.

This is corsetry. And it feels oh-so-lovelyPerhaps it is testament to the woman who laces me up. She

Comments

[neonfaerie]

Baby, you were one hot tomato last night. Spicy and delicious in that bombshell way you do so well.

[glamourbeastie]

*blush* Aww, thanks. You had the va-va-vooms going on yourself! Very classy.