I found an old corset tonight, tucked away in the back of my closet 🖤🔥. I laced it up slowly, tugging the strings tighter, feeling the way it made my breath shorter, sharper.

It’s funny how clothing can feel like both armour and invitation. I stood in front of the mirror, shifting my weight, running my hands along the boning, wondering how long I’d actually keep it on.

There’s something intoxicating about restraint – the illusion of control that only lasts until someone decides to undo it.

Maybe I’ll let you test how strong the laces really are 😏.