Corset Novels & Stories

Amara held her breath as the attendee tightened the corset around her chest. She gently fussed over the laces, making sure every knot and bow was just right. Amara almost gasped loudly as her breasts burst through the deep neck, held only by the straps. Her cheeks flushed crimson. The fabric conformed snugly to her figure with each pull of the laces. She squeezed her eyes shut. This was the first time she was going to wear such a revealing dress in public.

“This darned thing just about did me in.” She reached her hand toward me and wiggled her fingers. “Let me see it.” She accepted the corset from me with the same care that she’d been giving all of the garments from the trunks. Holding it up to her, she said, “It’s supposed to be sexy attire for those into S&M these days.” “I don’t know about sexy,” I said with a flat tone, “but I’ll go along with sadistic. Whoever created this thing clearly had it in for women.”

She breathed shallowly as she lowered her arms to allow the gown to fall shimmering to the floor. She slipped her feet out of the gold slippers and dispensed with the cumbersome hoops to stand before him wearing only the tight corset with matching cream silk French knickers. ‘No, leave it,’ he growled throatily as Helena would have reached up to undo the twenty or so hooks down the front of the corset. His gaze was intent on her masked face as he threw off his waistcoat and the black sash before moving to stand in front of her. ‘I have always wondered what it would be like to remove one of these,’ he admitted. ‘I am going to ver