I love being a girl.
There are many, many things I adore about being a girl. These include make up, perfume, flowers, giggling, gossiping and being able to gaze up at big rugby players.
But, and you will have to forgive me as I know I have said this before, one of the best things about being a girl is the underwear and one of the best parts of underwear is the corset.
There are many types of underwear that look lovely on teeny, tiny girls and then there is the corset.
The corset, if you care to gaze to your right, is designed to present curves. It is about the girl that is all girl.
A corset might seem the most formal of underwear. It is hard to the touch, a strong, unforgiving fabric compared to the silks and satins of teddies, camisoles, knickers and bras.
It has none of the draping potential of stockings or the peek-a-boo whisper
s of lace. It retains its intimacy. It reminds me of the secrets of Victorian ladies, a hushed moment, a promise. But it is gentle in its presentation of the female form in that it allows and encourages a woman to have her curves, it is about the curve.
It does not forgive because it encourages and celebrates.
This is not true for the dominant lady who wears her corset as evidence of her hardness. She wears her corset as outerwear. Is it maybe a shell, a sturdy exhibition of strength that tells of her intentions and her skills? It speaks of her intentions.
But for us that do not wear it so, it is a different garment. It is submissive but a kind of enforced, tethered submission.
It holds one in, it alters one’s walk, the way that one sits.
Every action is different. It is a moment away from normal life. One may not slouch, give up. It insists on being felt and on being heard.
In these ways, it reminds me of the man that I love.
The corset is a frame. It is a presentation case for the female form.
It pushes the breasts up and together, announces them
and lets the bottom be.
It is an offering to the viewer. There is no hiding of the roundness or the femininity of shape.
It is not an item for the lady who is ashamed of her bum. It is designed to make the man who appreciates such things smile.
I want to live here, like this.
I want to be impractical. I want underwear to be a twenty minute task.
I want to spend time on those things that seem flippant but are really setting the scene for my day and my perception of myself.
I do this sometimes; not every day but some days.
Consider this post a love letter to these details, to these important fripperies.
Here are some rugby players.
There was some confusion which needed clearing up- see comments.
Poppy, if they make you feel more feminine, then they are not fripperies.
I believe that everyone that knows you, and even those of us who only know you through your posts, are glad that you are a girl. LOL
Warm hugs,
Paul.
Great post!
Beautiful pictures Poppy. It is the ultimate in "fabric foreplay". I'm going to go online and buy myself one. Any suggestions? KayLynn
I have a couple corsets myself. No other article of clothing makes one feel more like a girl!
And I am still drooling over the idea of big rugby players.
xoxo
~Luna
Tee hee.
I went out to do dull Saturday things and you all came calling. How lovely!
Thank you Paul, and good point about them not being fripperies, maybe there should be some kind of government allowance for such things.
Thank you Spanky!
FunKayLynn- thank you for the compliment and sadly I never buy such things on line. I think the way to do it is to go to a proper old fashioned underwear shop and let some lady look you over and decide what will really work for you. Modern "saucy underwear" shops have pretty ribbons and things but no real understanding of the ergonomics (I hope that is the word) of corsetry. I am sure there are wonderful on-line places but I have never had much luck. I think the human eye and expirience is what is needed.
I know just what you mean Luna- about the corsets and the rugby players.
Well said, Poppy, and quite excellent pictures. Dashed if I can tell which are the rugby players though.
Thank you so much- I added some just for you.
I like you to be happy.
Some rugby players that is!
Aha! Thank you, Poppy. I feel much more well informed now.
Brawny lads, aren't they? And hard to tell they're even wearing corsets.
Sigh.
You have to read the post to understand, honey.
If you need me to explain it to you just let me know.
Poppy, you said….'it's not an item for the lady who is ashamed of her bum'…..what a lovely way to express the thought and the reality of the corset. So pleased that neither you or my wife is ashamed of her bum……although Mrs.A's is probably a more senior bottom than your own!
How we sometimes 'throw out the baby with the bathwater' in clothes as well as lots of other significant things……
I delight in the curves of the female form…all of them…and especially in that curve that reveals itself between the lower back and the thighs…..isn't it sometimes called 'the Grecian curve'?
Aristotle
My, you are curious aren't you? This half question here and the other question on the next thread.
My bottom is in its mid-thirties long with the rest of me.
I am glad you appreciate my stance on the female form.
When naughty women wear corsets, they remind me of the Victorian Era, when men were men, and women were glad of it, because these men were master’s of their homes, and ruled them as such. Be the wife, daughter, mother, maid, female cook, or nanny naughty. Up would go their long dressess, down would come their old-fashioned bloomers, and upon their bare bottoms, they would feel the pain of a birchrod, cane or whip.
How delightfully delicious is the first picture. How tantalisingly teasing is the fifth. And how elegantly erotic is the sixth. But none of them is as blissfully beautiful as the mental image of you, dearest Poppy, in that aristocrat of female undergarments. I am now going to spend a few quiet moments in captivating contemplation…