And voilà, yesterday the shopping mall gratified me with a rather nice find: Deep cups pointy classic bras, sturdy with very firm chest-bands. On incredible sale and in appropriate for the process size.
Bingo !
In time I have come to a point where breast support is a necessity. Which is why I rely on minimizer-bras whenever I have to run errands or meetings where my girls could use some discretion (here).
Consecutively my torpedoes have to endure crushing confinement for long hours. Not exactly what I had in store for them when they started to take consistence.
With the complicity of my spouse we managed to dig half a dozen titty-enhancers from the ungodly pile of items on final clearance.
The magic starts right after I'm strapped in. Tight. Mercilessly tight.
Initially there's a definitive spillage at the top of the cups while wrinkles form at the bottom.
Next morning the oversized cups are nicely full, uniformly tense without wrinkles or spillage.
Tense chest band and straps have once again managed to subdue my girls in orderly shape and enhanced forwards projection.
Way to go ! The perception of my nipples being forced outwards in their most appropriate position was a delight.
Which stepped down to a deluge of sensations once my nightdress and full slip went out of the way, promptly replaced by the black nylon straitjacket that I once had the evil idea to sew.
Interesting detail, it has openings for the breasts and my Spouse sure knows how to quickly adjust all straps of this soft swishy unescapable contraption for maximal exposure.
Needless to say, I appreciated the sheer lacy cups...
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