Erin Go Bragh (Less)

My assignments for this week and upcoming weeks are tasks meant to limit me sexually or potentially humiliate me. This is to try something new in my Slave experience. So, this week, I spent a whole evening braless.

I wore a strapless dress without a cardigan, to fully expose my shoulders. I do not own a strapless bra, so that wasn’t even a temptation. The photo is of the dress I wore. I think my large breasts are still perky enough to not sag while I am braless. The only problem with being braless is that it can hurt after an extended period of time.

Anyways, I went out with about 9 friends to a very nice sushi restaurant. I did have to keep pulling up and adjusting my dress, but otherwise the adventure went well. It was my dirty little secret that people may or may not have known about.

Since my breasts are quite large, I have a baseline rule that I never leave home without a bra on. Never. Heck, I’m commando as I’m writing this, and feel no qualms about it. I just never, never, never enjoy being braless. It is uncomfortable, embarrassing, sweaty, etc. And on Friday night, it was hot and sweaty. Not good for my ta tas. I did cover them in baby powder in order to soak up some sweat, but it didn’t help much at all. The other potentially humiliating aspect is the worry that my boobs sag. Yes they are large, so they do hang down enough as it is, but I kept hoping that this natural sag just wasn’t totally different from when I have a crappy bra on. When I wear flimsy bras, my boobs don’t receive any lift. I do hope that people weren’t looking, thinking that I was braless, but rather that they were thinking oh, what a cute dress, she must be wearing a strapless bra underneath that.

I am telling you, I don’t go braless. It’s just best for everyone involved. Kidding. But even with thin fabrics there is always the fact that my nipples show through. No really. My nipples are almost always hard, for one reason or another. I might be aroused, cold, nervous, a combination of these, etc. My nipples are usually hard. Not that I mind this fact, it’s just that people point out this fact to me. Some friends pick on me when my nipples are hard, which started back in high school. So, I’ve grown accustomed to buying slightly thicker bras that mask my nipples. This way, no one knows I’m nipping it, until I am braless, or when I am wearing really crappy, thin, cotton bras.

So, this assignment seems very causal and non-threatening on the face of it. But considering my history, my hard nipples, and the fact that I’m well endowed, this challenge can very quickly become one of humiliation. As far as I know, the night went well and without any sneering comments. Perhaps others in my group or in the restaurant noticed. I can only imagine. xoxo