I haven’t posted here in ages, but I suppose this is as good a topic as any for a return. This is longwinded, though, and I don’t expect everyone to be interested. My feelings won’t be hurt if anyone – or everyone – skips this.
I’m an old geezer, and I’ve had a lengthy history with braces. I was interested in braces from a very early age; basically as long as I can remember. I recall a young girl, Emily, in my second-grade class doing a “show and tell” about her retainer-like orthodontic appliance. I was fascinated, and developed a little school-boy crush on her.
I’d do weird things like look up the definition of the word “braces” in the dictionary, or sketch pictures of braces on teeth. I hid the drawings and was ashamed of my fascination even then. Back then – this was the early 1980s – kids were mostly still embarrassed to wear braces. I had no idea what to make of my peculiar interest, but I kept it to myself.
Puberty eventually hit and I took a serious liking to girls – most especially girls with braces. I was a super nerd back then, though, and had no confidence and zero success with girls. To this day, though, I still remember a lot of those braced girl’s names. This was well before the dawn of the internet, so back then I’d content myself with drawing braces on the women in softcore nudie magazines like Playboy.
I had braces myself from I think 13-15, but it did absolutely nothing for me, beyond straightening my teeth. I was only interested in braces on young women.
I joined the Army out of high school, and that experience gave me a great deal more confidence. The scrawny 138-pound kid came out the other end as a strong, tough, 165-pound paratrooper not afraid of anything. I started frequenting bars and learned I was actually pretty charismatic when I tried.
This led to meeting a variety of women, including Drea, the first woman with braces I bedded. I fully admit I was dumpster diving with her, since she was overweight, but she was pretty enough in the face and her metal braces with elastics were glorious. I regret nothing.
I moved through a series of failed relationships. I was pretty much always a serial monogamist, though I’d sometimes have a short-term side chick. I completely freaked out one woman in a long term relationship by kind of sidling up to the braces obsession. I got her to wear a nightguard occasionally, but the whole idea of kink scared her. That didn’t last, because although she was otherwise awesome and very pretty, she was just too sexually vanilla.
Another one came to an end when the woman declared flatly that “no way” would she ever get braces. Too bad, as she was quite hot and was an absolute BEAST in bed. I wasn’t aware of fake braces at that time. She might have gone for that. Hindsight is 20/20.
I was in my thirties and very casually dating my now-wife. I’d just returned from a year-long combat tour in Afghanistan. That was a tough year, because back then braces weren’t allowed on deployment, so pickings were slim among the female soldiers. There was one female DIA staffer with 24/7 Hawley retainers, but that was it.
Anyway, I was dating Carrie, but had a nice side fling with a young woman named Katie. She was something of a butterface – a bit more dumpster diving, I suppose – but had a fantastic body, a great personality, and full metal braces with elastics. Still, she just wasn’t pretty enough to date long-term, so I zeroed in on Carrie.
Carrie is very open-minded when it comes to, well, just about anything, including sex and kink. I figured, of all women, she’d be open to the braces kink. A bonus was that, while she had a great smile, she’d never had braces and her nice, healthy teeth could use some tweaking. Still, I had to work up to that.
For seven years! But in the interim, I rather awkwardly (and drunkenly) confessed my love of women in braces to her, and she immediately agreed to wear fake braces. In fact, she was very eager to do so. I’d sort of let the subject drop for a couple of months, and out of the blue in a bar outside Fenway Park in Boston (we live in Arizona), she bluntly asked, “So when do I get my braces?” I ordered fakes from a now-defunct company in Washington.
We enjoyed playing with those fakes for several years. I was very grateful we had them, because it was the experience with them that finally led Carrie to decide to get real braces, complete with power chains, elastics and bite stops. That was spectacular, some of the best 22 months of my life. God must have been smiling on me, too, because I was suddenly in the Land of Braces Plenty. Four of my female friends all had braces at that time, in addition to Carrie, and including my beautiful and very close friend Britt. It was an amazing time.
And it was during this time that I started doing some serious introspection about the how and why of my kink. I mean, my 36-year-old wife had just gone into full metal braces, mainly just for me. What I figured out was that the kink is basically a hangover from my teen years, when I was a badly underconfident dork who thought he could never get a pretty girl.
I fixated on the “flawed” girls who maybe had fewer options and fewer boys attracted to them. Girls with glasses or tiny boobs – or braces. Again, this was back when braces were seen as embarrassing or even shameful. I thought maybe those girls were attainable. Turns out they mostly weren’t – I only had one (non-braced) girlfriend in high school – but the attraction to braces stuck with me.
Now I’m in my 50s and it still has a very strong hold on me. I got Carrie post-treatment fakes again. We play with them frequently, including some fun adventures just last night. Next weekend we’re going to Laughlin, Nevada, where she plans to stay “in character” with her fakes the whole time (except eating, of course). She even agreed to “one-week braces” in Mexico, if I can find a Mexican orthodontist willing to put her in real braces for a single week.
I often wish I didn’t have this particular kink. Like, why can’t I just be normal and love giant boobs or something? But here we are and this obsession isn’t going anywhere. I’m just glad I have a woman so willing to accommodate it.
