I like rituals. I grind my own coffee beans in the morning. I use fill my fountain pens with real ink. Sometimes rituals are comforting.
Well, I like the ritual involved in wearing a girdle. It is a memory of times long gone. It takes time in the morning. Today, I'm wearing a girdle. I put on panties underneath, step into the garment, fasten the hook and eye closures, zip up the side. I carefully pull on the nylon stockings, clip them to the garter straps, three to a side.
It takes time, to adjust, to fit perfectly.
Time that I love, as it makes me feel pretty, soft, sexy, feminine.
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