Corset Novels & Stories

She exclaimed, forgetting her vow not to let anyone knows who she was. "Your funny, Senorita. You're a bit strange but adorable." Maya grinned at her. "Let's go party!" Despite what happened, she was in high spirit. The beautiful gown called traje de mestiza has an embroidered top with small flowers stitched to it. The skirt has the same intricate floral pattern but in the color of yellow and green. When she wore it, it felt good, and she felt like she was back in school when they dressed up for National Costume Day. She bet her sister would be green in envy when she saw this gown.

They would help me in and then help I and Sarah's brother out. I stood still as Percy wrapped the corset around my body, pulling the laces tight. The corset felt snug and constricting, but there was something strangely alluring about it. I guess that was why the women are asked to wear it. Percy's hands moved confidently and expertly, tightening the laces until the corset was just the right fit. I could feel my breath quickening as the corset was secured in place, my heart beating faster with anticipation.

«««««« The hall was getting filled up as I watched people from different packs moving around. Currently, Alessia and Emma were trying to tie my corset, which was becoming unbearable by the minute. “Too tight!” I grimaced, feeling all my air being held in my chest. Goddess, I can’t breathe. I wonder how women stay in this all day. “Hold on, we are almost there. Just take a deep breath.” I did as Rae instructed, and then I felt the corset more tightly on my body before they let go. I let my breath out slowly since it was too tight as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was perfect on my body, accenting my small waist and showing

Why shouldn’t I think myself beautiful? Rosette reached into her purse and fished out a dress for me. It was black, lace lining the ends of the sleeves at my shoulders. The cut was low in the back, presumably for when I grew my wings. Next, she helped me into a corset. It was underbust, which was good; my breasts had retained their prior size, and now appeared disproportionately large. It would be an endeavor to find an overbust corset that fit me. Rosette laced me up. The pressure was comforting, but I worried about the stagnant feeling in my lungs. “It’s difficult to breathe,” I said.

•𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑰𝑨• "Tighten the corset," the elderly woman with a thick Russian accent in charge of my wedding preparations ordered firmly. My eyes stayed glued to my reflection in the body-length mirror as the strings of the corset were diligently pulled at my back until the corset fit me perfectly like a glove. The tiny glimmery pearls embellished on the corset traced the sweetheart neckline beautifully, some scattered artistically around my chest.

“As long as I have known you, I can tell when something bothers you.” “Even if something is bothering me, I don’t want to talk about it. My main concern is getting through the night.” “Fine, but I am here if you need to talk.” Silica sighed as she finished cinching my waist. Sometimes, I wonder why I wear a corset when I dress up for these events under the guise of Akira. It is restrictive and makes it difficult to breathe normally. Then again, it does match my aesthetics as the Renegade leader. The corset was the same one I wore to every event, along with my mask, which was black with purple gems in the shape of lightning.

I obliged, not wanting to be on the bad side of him, and to not turn all of his hair into white. Another time is when Yuri saw me getting dressed. She noticed that I didn’t wore a corset as it is seen lying down the floor, as if it was tossed like a dirty clothing. I clearly remember her in hysterics, she was persuading me to wear the corset even though I really don’t want to. I know what bad effects a corset can give even though it may present your body in a pretty way. I wouldn’t want to be beautiful for a short while and have a long term consequence. After much deliberation, Yuri made me wear t

What would he want me to wear? And Michael? What would make the most of my current... I glance down at my hugely expanded boobs... assets? Then the obvious hits me. Working back through the menus, I locate the corset in the image from the email. It's a beauty, and I can see why he picked it out. Hooked to the front, heavily boned to pinch in the waist. Nonetheless, it's laced at the back to allow for an expanding, or shrinking, figure. The cups are firmly supportive for the 'fuller figure' but could be tucked down nicely to expose the breasts.

The corset hung low on her chest revealing the upper part of breast, the sleeves were only attached at the edge of the top. The corset hugged her body and flowed down with a thigh high slit in the front, the ruffles increased the length and size of the dress. The black dress complimented her red hair and her green eyes.

How do some of these ladies wear dresses like this all day, if I go a whole day in this I would most likely die and my corpse would be so shrunken by them, I would only have my skeleton to bury. Constance frowned, her disapproval evident. "Please, do not complain. The corset needs to snatch your waist tight, so you have a smaller waist. It's all about looking good for making babies," she replied matter-of-factly. This was so bizarre was I doing all this just to look appealing, so my waist would look smaller, hence, they would be certain that I could make babies?