Black Butler Corset Scene Novels & Stories

Today was her first day back at university after a long break, and she had chosen to wear the best outfit Lucien had bought for her yesterday—a form-fitting knitted dress in dusty rose with a moderately low square neckline. Clink. The sharp sound of Lucien placing his spoon onto his porcelain plate echoed through the room. The eldest Blackthorne froze, his piercing eyes narrowing dramatically the moment Isolde came fully into view. His gaze swept over his ward from head to toe, a deep frown of disapproval forming across his forehead.

He sounded harsh, but the worry and panic in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by her. She stood up, holding his hand, and asked helplessly, "Why are you scolding me?" Carl Black was speechless. Did he scold her? He was worried. Only he knew how much he panicked when he heard the loud thud. He felt as if his whole world was about to crash. He scanned at her up and down and said coldly, "First remove this gown. It is too long. Anyone can trip off with such a long gown. Remove it now." He was not requesting her but ordering her.

"I think she's still enjoying feeling clean again. Who doesn't?" And at the reminder of the past weeks, our frail camaraderie evaporates. I return to my book, and after a moment, James looks back to his paper. After some while, I become conscious that something has changed.... I look up. James is staring across the room, his mouth open. I follow his gaze.... And Charlotte's there.... Standing by the wall, one arm upstretched, she's posing.... Waiting to be noticed.... And she looks spectacular.... I've never seen the clothes before. She's corseted in black leather, cinched in tight. Her figure is good anyway, but her waist is wasped, girdled in tightly. Her breasts are pushed up and out, sit

She smiled and after giving her a last glance, she hurriedly walked out of the room. Asalea looked at her face in the mirror. Indeed, she is beautiful. The hairdo really fits her facial shape and the make-up truly enhanced her beauty. She heard another knock on the door and thereafter a tall pretty lady with a black long gown in her hand and a paper bag came inside the room. “She must be the fashion designer,” Asalea murmured. The fashion designer looked at her and nodded approvingly of what she saw. “It’s time to wear your gown Madam. Here it is.” The fashion designer came near and unzipped the back of the elegant black long serpentine tube-style gown. The upper part of the gown is adorned

But not wanting to show it infront of the butler, she keeps her chin high and proudly stare back at him. "Oh, very well then! Thank you so much for your kind help for which you are paid too, Mr. butler!" Itzel gushes out in a tone filled with sarcasm while batting her lashes at him innocently. Dmitri, who is a man with the least bit of patience, has had enough of her insults now! Inching towards her, he grabs her by the arm and pulls her closer to him.

Their eyes all turned to me, holding me in place like I was frozen solid. I knew the exact moment when the looks in their eyes shifted all at once, turning into something more heated as their eyes took in my outfit. I sucked in a deep breath and willed my feet to move, looking away from their expressions, trying to bury what it stirred up. Then I noticed an unfamiliar figure in the corner. A woman—the most breathtaking I'd ever laid eyes on. Her skin was as white as porcelain, smooth and glowing. Her hair was as black as night and fell down her face, stopping just below her jaw. Her eyes were a striking gray and they were sharp. When they landed on me, I felt a chill... it looked almost like

Luisette looked over her lying there in the white teddy and smirked. “This was your choice…” He touched it gently, running a finger up underneath the lace that lay up and over the curve of Kat’s bottom to her hip. Kat stiffened and looked over her shoulder at him as he smiled benignly at her. General Batton glanced at Kat as she turned her head, her eyes large as she blinked slowly, she looked up at him as Luisette asked his question. “Yes.” Came his answer. “Hmm…” Luisette stood up and moved to return the pottle back to its place in his boudoir collection of play toys. “I think I need to see her in something black and not so lacy…something more sturdy and confining…a leather corset perhaps…

"Do not be late." My whole body is vibrating as I step away. Every bit of the peace I found with Nikolai has been incinerated. Mason. The contract. The debt. I have fifteen minutes to enter the lion’s den. Ten minutes later, I’ve traded the grey silk for the black satin corset Mason left for me. I’m standing like a statue in front of the heavy door that seals off the third floor. The boning of the corset pinches my ribs, forcing my breath into shallow, ragged sips. But looking in the mirror... I finally understood the power of the silhouette. The black satin carves me into something lethal and breathtaking. I look like a dark fantasy.

Don't judge me. I decided to pick up Mel too, I called her to be ready in 5 min. And when I pulled over, she came out immediately. I noticed she had a shirt of black butler too, but hers was slightly different from mine. She had a picture of Ciel, both of his eyes completely showing his contract, and it said 'This is an order.' When she came in and we have already exchanged our greetings, she noticed my black butler shirt and she almost freaked.

This floor is designed for kink. I search along the corridor and there she is, her back is to me but I know it’s her. She’s engrossed in whatever scene she is watching through the viewing window. Wearing a black lace almost see though corset with a suspender belt, the straps beautifully straining against the curve of her ass as they reach down to her stockings, legs elongated with her black stilettos. A tiny shred of lace deliciously parts her ass cheeks, inviting me to shred it and plunder her.