One of the things about the bra, panties and tights combination is that I never quite forget that I'm wearing them. The thong slides up between my butt cheeks. The tights press all over my legs. And the bra... I'm always aware of it. A constant light constriction around my chest. Every time I breathe I feel it. A reminder. The thought that follows: I am Bekki.
There's something secure and comforting about it. Like a strong boys arms wrapped around me. Escape is impossible... And rapidly becoming undesirable.
<3 Bekki <3
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