Corset Novels & Stories

Nicholas wasn't going to know what hit him. I pawed through my lingerie drawers, picking out the black corset, matching lace panties, and sheer black thigh highs. I'd been reluctant to buy them initially but was glad now that Courtney had convinced me they'd be useful one day. It took some major maneuvering to get the ribbons laced up correctly, but the effects were spectacular.

It looked graceful, but it was clearly on purpose. The top was the real issue. It was tight. Painfully tight. The corset seams pressed into her ribs. It pushed everything up in a way that made her chest… impossible to ignore. The neckline dipped low. Dangerously low. The kind that made people stare while pretending not to. She sucked in her stomach without thinking. She held her breath for a second as she fixed the fabric. She made herself relax without showing it.

then I finally ate my brunch . they didn't let me have full stomach ,because I have to put the corset. After I finished eating . I started to put my undergarments and corset . now , seeing the dress , it's brilliant . it's a dark red dress with golden florals in it , it's shinning like a velvet , because of the mixed golden thread in it . the hands of the dress is full sleeves ,with no ribbons . but a net covered as puff with yellow jewels in it .

"Anime, remember? Every strong female character has that one episode where she realizes she's hot and dangerous and worthy of silk and vengeance. This is yours." I nearly laughed. Nearly. But she wasn't letting me escape. She kept handing me sets, some tame, some scandalous, most downright illegal by my standards. Every time I wrinkled my nose or took a hesitant step back, she rolled her eyes dramatically. "Narine, babe. One day, you're going to wear this, and Sargis is going to die. Like, combust. Right there. Poof. All because of this little number right here," she gushed, holding up a wine-red corset that looked like sin stitched into fabric.

I only have my underwear on at this point and without warning, her arms come up from behind me. "Lift, please," she instructs and I do, trying not to shiver when she wraps something around my midsection. It's stiff and reaches from my waist all the way to my breasts. Her hand cups one of my shoulders and she starts to gather the strings along my back, yanking them tightly. "Ouch!" I cry, not meaning to raise my voice as much as I do. "What are you doing?" "It's called a corset, silly," she jokes. "And you will need to get used to them."

Until the sun set, Brent's hands were on the phone with his secretary while his fingers were busy on the computer moment by moment. The party started at 8.30 pm until Hermosa put on her make-up and her black corset and pink satin skirt. This particular black corset bodice had a vertical row of tiny pink bows in the middle as a sewn-in costume design. The corset is fitted at the waistline just enough to leave a gap between the small of the back and the skirt, leaving the flesh hidden at the waistline. Her skirt is so short that you can catch a glimpse of what's inside with a slight bend.

Thea ran off, and within a minute or two, she had another woman with her who owned a small boutique she was willing to open after hours just for us. I followed them, trying only one outfit after the woman quickly measured me and took it off the rack. Still, it was perfect. The black lace corset was see-through in most places, minus the design of wires for structural support that had thick padded fabric over the top of it. Since we were short on time, I pulled the clean, hand-stitched fabric on under my clothes and told the shop owner to charge it to Dex.

The one that Elijah and the stylist--who’s names I learned later was Tessa—agreed upon a jaded green floor length gown with a corset bodies. Curse them both for picking this dress, how do women breathe in this thing? The dress used cords instead of strings to cinch my chest and waist tightly into the dress. The gown at my pelvis bunched at the bottom of the corset before cascading down to the floor. I would not mind the dress, to be honest I liked how it showed off my figure. But I loved breathing more. If Tessa had not warned me the cost of this damn thing, I would have burned it after the pageant was over.

No one else will be allowed to have clothes made from this fabric,’ he sent. I wouldn’t have cared if they had, but it still seemed like the most thoughtful little detail. I turned, looking over my shoulder to see the back, and catching eyes with Cazz in the mirror. The asymmetrical bodice crossed from my left shoulder, gathering around? and hugging my breasts, disappearing under my arm on the other side. It cinched in under my breasts and a wide panel circled my torso. There was corseting inside the dress, but it looked like the fabric had just been looped around my stomach and pulled firm.

How bad would that kiss affect their relationship? They were attending this important party on Sunday, the following day, and it had a super strict dress code. Liz couldn't care less, she was going to show up in a flower dress and that was it, but Delilah loved feeling like she was the owner of a big company. And, also, Delilah's parents were going to be there, as it was some kind of lawyers' celebration for the opening of a new firm, so Delilah was nervous, she wanted to impress them. "You look amazing, D." Liz wasn't lying, her girlfriend looked like a model. The dress was accentuating her figure and her legs were showing and the lilac color made her look more tanned, it was perfect. She w