Corset Novelas e Histórias

A corset will give you a better silhouette," I explained, motioning for the maid to tighten her laces. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t wear corsets. Contrary to popular belief, they were not meant to be restrictive. They will not be uncomfortable if they use one that is custom-made for them, especially if they do not lace them too tightly. With a good fit, one can even conceal items while wearing them. I figured the b*tch didn’t know, so I used it to my advantage. “H-how do you breathe on this thing?” Jade gasped as the servants tugged on the ribbons. “T-too tight—”

Never mind dresses made of silk. An older woman dressed in a servant’s uniform showed me to the screen and helped me to get undressed. She brought over some undergarments and they looked more like torture devices! Tying the corset tightly around my bust, she asked if it was loose enough for me to breathe because, apparently, they didn’t want me to pass out.

I quickly snatched it and put it on. Damn. It looked even better than I thought it would. It was a beautiful black lace corset that had lilac colored vertical ribbon strips along with lacy ribbon along the bottom and the bust. There was a lilac-colored bow between my breasts and one above each thigh. I paired it with black stockings that tied around my mid-thigh more lilac ribbon, leaving just a few inches of skin showing. Four-inch black stilettos finished off the outfit. The corset pushed my breasts high, giving a great peak of my cleavage. The black lace panties fit snugly against the middle of my ass cheeks, giving a great t

۩ISOLDE۩ I’ve never been so sucked in, in all my life, and this is coming from someone who used to wear corsets as part of everyday wear. They weren’t as bad as people make them out to be, and they provided incredible back support. But there is no support in this dress. I’m afraid if I bend over my breasts will fall out of my dress, though Valeria might enjoy that, but maybe not in front of guests.

“Tension thread. One pull. No resistance.” My pulse stutters once. I don’t turn. “Say that again.” “One pull,” she repeats, even softer. “The outer skirt detaches entirely.” Her fingers trace down the back of the gown. “Underneath, reinforced pants, woven with counter-sigils. Not visible unless activated.” My eyes flick to hers in the mirror. She meets my gaze this time, steady and unflinching. The corset shifts as she adjusts it. Something inside presses faintly against my ribs.

As I put it on, I marveled at how the gown's luxurious sheen and drape highlighted my curves. The corset bodice had boning and a sweetheart neckline, creating a smooth hourglass silhouette that flatters my figure. The fabric flowed gracefully from the bodice, gathering at the waist to create a flattering and flowing effect. The daring slit, starting just above the knee, showcased my entire leg and added a sensual, glamorous touch that made me feel both bold and beautiful.

As he reached toward her abdomen to place the stethoscope, his movements froze. Through the layers of mating ceremony dress fabric, he felt something unusual—the material in the abdominal area felt particularly thick and taut. The healer's brows furrowed as he motioned for Liam's help. They struggled to open the hidden zipper on the side of the dress. Underneath wasn't soft skin but a tightly-laced corset made of stiff material. The healer's frown deepened, his voice filled with disbelief and blame: "How could she wear such a tight corset? This is madness! You can't torture your body like this just to look good! This affects bre

Batton coughed and grabbed the corset off the bed, looking at it and figuring out which way was up. “Let’s get this over with, shall we?” . It is a very intimate thing to let a man dress you in something as provocative to a man’s senses as a beautiful lace corset. The fact that it hooked up the front also meant Batton’s eyes had to be right on Kat’s breasts as he squeezed them together to get the hooks to meet, before tightening the ribbons at the back. By the time Batton was finished they were both a little flushed and neither of them were going to acknowledge the hard print showing in the General’s pants.

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather.

- Catarina, you are the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen! I was wearing a white corset with turquoise blue satin ribbons intertwined, with delicate bows at the ends. The corset was half-cup, made of tulle and fine French lace; the straps were tied in a delicate turquoise satin ribbon over my shoulders. Garters hung from it, holding up the hem of my thigh-high stockings, which were made of the same French lace. The thong was made of white lace, tied at the sides with turquoise satin ribbons.