Corset Novels & Stories

Back and forth once again. Every time I talked myself into it, I cringed in disgust and shame and had to try again. Because what else could I do? "Special night?" Candice inquired, the word 'special' sending me into motion. I grabbed the next layer of tissue paper with suddenly clumsy hands. Beneath it lay a corset made of midnight silk and delicate boning, clearly custom and outrageously expensive. The cups were sheer enough to show everything, the lacing designed to cinch my waist and push my breasts up like an offering. High quality lingerie yes, but it left nothing to the imagination.

she said, showing off the corset. My fingers touched the soft satin fabric. It was white with little black bows around the top and bottom with a black ribbon that laced up the front. It was gorgeous. Hands down the sexiest thing I had ever worn. That red see-through baby doll did not count. This would indeed drive them insane enough to reward me with the best orgasm of all-time. It was a guarantee. “I absolutely love it! So, I’ve been wanting to try something with the both of them, but have never done it before. You sent items in the gift box. How do I know which one is the right size?” I asked nervously.

Corset was made to make a curve on women't body but it's not really that needed because princess Lalaine's body is already sexy enough but of course, I can't just ignore their 'oh so called' empire's custom so even though it's really uncomfortable, it's needed for me to wear it before any gown. But what's good is, I don't have to wear it on my everyday life. Just a grand dress is enough as a royal princess like me. It's just really required for grand events like debutante' ball or coming age of ceremony The coming age of ceremony is the transition of child becoming an adult and here, it is also known as debutante' ball just like on modern days. Though some of

"You're refining. Most people take years of diet and exercise to settle into this kind of physical presence. You’re doing it in days." She hands me the clothes, her dark eyes dancing with unmistakable mischief. "The corset will give you proper support without being too restrictive while your body... 'equilibrates,' as you put it. And these leggings? They’re reinforced with a very special, high-end weave. They're basically indestructible."

I moaned quietly, feeling embarrassed by my reaction. "You know, the history of the corset has a long and complex history that spans centuries and continents." Gaspard tied the strings behind my back and said in a gentle voice. "In ancient times, women in Rome wore a tight-fitting garment called 'strophium' to support their breasts and flatten their stomachs." As he was speaking, his hands were flickering through my breast and belly. I was trying to flinch, but he held me upright in front of the mirror.

Elcid took the dress from her so she could undress to try on the black dress. Vastria put on the dress as Elcid zipped it up in the back and tied the corset. The corset was sewn into the dress so all that needed to do was to string it at the back and tie it off. The corset was thick, but not as heavy as one would think. It did have metal bones to help cinch the waist.

She startled at my presence, bowing deeply, and I couldn’t help but glance around, wondering who she was bowing to. “These were set aside for you, miss,” she said in a soft voice. “It’s the height of fashion here.” “Thank you,” I murmured, unsure what to say. She nodded and offered a polite smile. “If you need help with the corset—” “Corset?” The word slipped out before I could stop it, and she raised her eyebrows. “It’s… for support,” she explained, picking up a cream-colored garment with ropes. “It’s worn underneath.”

Please find your drawers. “Crotchless. That was back in the day." Ravena burst up laughing. Silva draped a knee-length cotton chemise over Ravena's head. She pulled a robin's egg blue satin corset from the drawer, elaborately boned with whalebone. Ravena drew her arms together. "Not with the corset." "You need something to hold you up. You've heard what they say about ladies who don't wear corsets." "They're wild women, but..."

It’s too revealing. The top looks like a black corselet that supports my belly and isn’t too tight, but the cloth around my breasts is made of lace that almost shows more than it should, riding up on a strap with gold drops. It certainly matched the jewelry Cathy had also chosen, a vintage necklace with small diamonds. I told her it was too much, but she didn’t seem to mind.

m. I'm standing in front of the mirror, fingers trembling slightly as I adjust the soft white lace against my skin. Simon had said white looked so good on me during our early years of marriage. The fabric is so thin it's barely there. It's just clings enough to remind anyone looking that it could be taken off just as easily. A delicate white corset sits tightly on my waist, pushing everything up and out, leaving my entire breast exposed except for two thin silver straps that teased over my shoulders and barely covered my nipples. I hope Seraphine was right. I hope this will work.