Corset Novels & Stories

“But Mom and my grandmas teamed up against me. Only Aunt Maddy was on my side.” “What’s bothering you about the dress?” He comes up behind me, his body a welcoming, comforting presence as my nerves threaten to start pulling me apart. “The corset is too tight. It’s cutting into my skin. I can barely breathe.” “That’s an easy fix.” He pushes the silken, transparent cloak of stars that attaches to my shoulders and flows down my back in a train that would give most brides a run for their money and starts loosening the laces. “You’re rather good at that for someone who was a virgin when we first slept together–oh!”

“I’ve told you this before, but why don’t you get the front-lacing corset? It would be much easier for you. See?” He spun around as Nova pulled her coat back, hands on her hips as she confidently displayed her front-lacing corset. He had no idea this was a thing. Of the many women he’d been with, they all had back-lacing corsets and were already naked in his bed or in their nightgowns.

The only part of my breasts that were covered were from the nipples downward. From the corset hung a tiny lacy skirt that spread over my hips and reached the middle of my ass, leaving a lot of under-butt exposed. This was also a DELEILAH product, and it was a special design from the Naughty bride edition. My abundant curves jiggled softly as I walked, hair swaying behind me.

It turned out that the other party chose to save the bottle of perfume over her. At this point, their faces were too close to each other. However, Shantal was not in the position to have any romantic thoughts. "Get....of....MEEEEE!!!!!!!" She said as she tried her best to push Alex away from her body. One should not forget the fact that Harold made Alex wore a corset to make him look more robot. The corset was made of titanium. It was sure heavy and must have hurt a lot. "That must hurt real bad considering it is a real metal."

“He made the demand, after all. Also, it was him who initiated Pirate’s Day. He isn’t old enough, yet I swear he was a Viking in the distant past. Your drawers are here. “Crotchless. That was back then. Lelandi laughed. Lelandi’s head was covered by Silva as she wore a cotton, sleeveless, knee-length chemise. She pulled a robin’s egg blue satin corset out of the drawer that was highly boned with whalebone. Lelandi’s arms were crossed. The corset, please.

At least they came in me, not on me, so my outfit wasn't stained by the time we got there. They had sent over the outfit. It was a red leather corset with black laces up the back and a black zipper up the front for the impatient. There were lots of other black zippers set in the front, too. Around the bottom edge there were D-rings, smaller than the ones on the wrist restraints they used on me, but still easy to latch things onto. A black tulle skirt hooked onto the rings, mostly. There was a bit of a gap where the ends came together, and since I was forbidden to wear panties anymore, there was a lot flashing through the skirt gap. Black fishnet thigh highs an

The bottom line is, I want to hit my Master's libido like a brick on the forehead. Black then, with the red trim and laces. Corset… Black leather and lace. Edged scarlet. Stockings… Very sheer, in charcoal, with a Parisian-style line up the back, and lacy tops. The corset, I fit tight, drawing in the buckled straps a hole tighter than I normally would, wasping my waist and setting my breasts to ready to overflow. I'll have to move carefully. If I lean forward, I'll spill out. And I want my Master to be able to be in charge of what happens there.

Celeste waits for Zared to get dressed and she leads us out of the room. There are rows of corsets, “These are for men” she points to the far side, “and these for women.” I walk past them and see different kinds, longer and shorter models with heavy boning and lighter boning. All are beautifully made, I pick a longer lighter boned one in a beautiful black satin with paisley print and a shorter heavy boned one in a cream colour with navy blue pinstripes. Zared takes off his shirt, his eyes trained on me. The hurt is evident.

After wearing the long flowery yellow gown, Madeline stretched her hands backward and try to tie the corset together, but her hands couldn’t reach it. She called for the employee and she immediately came in and helped her with the corset. She stared at herself in the mirror and gasped. The gown fitted her perfectly and hugged her in the right places and further defined her curves.

“I’ll own you properly tomorrow.” First thing in the morning, I presented the items I had custom-made, a heavy black leather collar with a prominent O-ring for leashing, matching locking wrist and ankle cuffs, and a severe waist-cinching corset made of stiff leather and steel boning. I fastened the collar around her throat first, the heavy leather a constant reminder of my ownership. The cuffs locked on with satisfying clicks. Then I laced the corset so tightly it dramatically narrowed her waist, pushing her breasts up beautifully.