Online shopping for clothes can be a real pain. Most of the time you have to judge the garments by looking at a small photo, reading a short description or by trying to interpret customer’s reviews- if there are any.
In spite of the risks of poor quality, strange sizing and dodgy shippers – it’s worth it. Online shopping lets us buy things that we would be too embarrassed to even look at in a shop window let alone purchase. The best items we find online simply can’t be found locally no matter how hard we try. Still, there is the anxiety we always experience waiting for our dispatched orders to arrive. As well as the suffering we endure wondering whether or not our money has been wasted.
Personally, I adore browsing retro lingerie websites. I still have those same worries about whether corsets, suspender-belts and bras will fit. However, I couldn’t care a less about the cash involved in these transactions because I know someone will take care of the cost for me, no matter what. It’s like they sing in the Moulin Rouge version of Lady Marmalade: “Why spend mine when I can spend yours?”
Fortunately, there are webcam fans that get as much pleasure from the correct fit of my underwear as I do. One man in particular is never happier than when he has my order of designer underwear delivered directly to his house first. During our sessions, he tells me just how much it pleases him to buy it, touch it and caress it before he re-packages it and sends it on to me. There are times when I wonder what he really does to them before they arrive at my door. I try not to dwell on it too much though, and I always make sure I wash them before trying them on for the first time. Just in case. Though if you are really kinky, you might find some more here!
My bra-slave knows just what I expect in the form of worship before he parts with them. He is required to adjust the straps correctly and to place circular stickers inside the cups where he assumes my nipples will touch and rub. When the lingerie box arrives at my apartment I want to open it and try the bras on immediately. Lately, I’ve learnt to be more patient and wait until I can connect with him on webcam so that we can share the experience.
When we’re connected, I try on the bras off-cam before I present myself to him – posing and twirling as if I were on a private catwalk that only he could enjoy. It’s not about nakedness; it’s the display that he loves. If, for whatever reason, a bra doesn’t fit perfectly I make a point of promising him trouble later on.
Recently, I was off-cam, trying on a limited edition retro girdle dress with integrated bra and eight suspender straps. Unfortunately, I’d lost a little weight and I’d guessed the cup size incorrectly. It wasn’t a problem for me because I had already been planning to punish him on general principles, and this was as good an excuse as any.
I knew it was my fault from the start and he probably knew too. That still didn’t stop him from ordering another one for me, tailored to fit exactly this time. As I stood before him in the second dress, I reminded him that to fail me once is a disappointment, but to do it twice would be unacceptable.
Title Photo by Guy Moberly