Corset Scene Black Butler Novels & Stories

I asked him to unzip me and as he went to take my dress off, I stepped back. “No birthday boy, you have to wait. Over there please”. He looks intrigued and does as he’s told. I go into the bathroom, coming out in ‘the outfit’. It is a corset type top, black with matching panties and stockings. I had let my hair down to accentuate the look I was going for.

Before he could respond, the sound of tires crunching over gravel echoed through the morning air. Both of them turned toward the window. Another black car. Not an SUV this time. A sleek black Bentley rolled to a stop beneath the front steps. A man in a charcoal suit climbed out. Leather briefcase. Silver tie. White gloves. He adjusted his cufflinks before ascending the stairs with measured steps. The front door opened. Rosa greeted him with a nervous bow. Moments later... A knock sounded on the library door. The butler cleared his throat. "Sir..."

Andrea appeared late and sat down there. The first course came around quickly. A maid appeared with a trolley and the butler served the aperitifs. Yes, I could definitely get used to this treatment. The maid, just like the groom, spoke with a heavy French accent and she definitely dressed for the occasion. Black silk stockings with tops just about showing. She had a small black dress with a white apron, neatly tied at the back. The plunging neckline showed ample cleavage and she had a thin string of pearls around her well-tanned neck. And whenever she leaned forward or bent over, I glimpsed stocking tops and suspenders. I wondered if she had any panties on.

The energy here was darker, more intimate, the lighting casting long shadows over scenes playing out in semi-private alcoves. Then Alex saw her. A woman in a black corset that hugged her waist perfectly, hips encased in leather panties that left little to the imagination. A mask obscured her face, but her posture was confident, commanding, drawing his eye immediately. She stood over a bound woman, her fingers tangled in the bound's hair as she guided the other’s mouth onto her thigh. Alex's breath hitched. The corseted woman’s free hand trailed down her own body, her nails scraping over the leather between her legs before she pressed two fingers against the bound woman’s lips.

she agreed with her husband. "Let's go in," I heard grumpy's voice. They all marched in while I and Susie followed closely behind. The scene that greeted me inside was one of those kinds you see in the movies where all the maids are lined up and they start to take orders from the boss of the house. All the maids were dressed in an elegant white shirt and a tuck-in black skirt while the butler was dressed in a chiffon white shirt and white trousers. He looked just like a kid going to dance on the stage, I thought with a giggle.

Three young assistants stood beside her, their faces turning completely white with fear. “I told you three times that this corset is digging straight into my ribs,” I continued, leaning down to look into her cold eyes. “I cannot breathe, won't even let me fight if someone tries to put a knife in my back.” Madam Vera stepped back, her thin lips tightening into a straight line. She picked up a clean silk cloth from a nearby table and began wiping her hands with slow, aristocratic disgust.

And when they’re not looking, I steal a few pins, hiding them in the horrible dress. Hopefully, if Atticus gets close enough, I’ll adorn his neck and eyes with them. My gaze drifts back to the woman and I watch her through the mirror. While she seems to be dressed just like the rest of the human maids, they deferred to her. One of them even bowed to her and called her, “Your Grace.” She’d seemed not to notice…like royalty would, and her gaze remained on me as she tugged the ropes of the corset. “Could you tell me who will be present for dinner?” I ask when it’s just us two again.

Until the sun set, Brent's hands were on the phone with his secretary while his fingers were busy on the computer moment by moment. The party started at 8.30 pm until Hermosa put on her make-up and her black corset and pink satin skirt. This particular black corset bodice had a vertical row of tiny pink bows in the middle as a sewn-in costume design. The corset is fitted at the waistline just enough to leave a gap between the small of the back and the skirt, leaving the flesh hidden at the waistline. Her skirt is so short that you can catch a glimpse of what's inside with a slight bend.

I got up from the bed and held the shopper while thanking him. “It's nothing. I liked the dress so I bought this for you. I hope you like it. I'll go and change.” Saying that he went to the washroom. And I pulled out the box from the shopper. Then, when I opened the lid of the bow, I found a black gown. It was a black gothic crystal beaded corset tulle dress with a long black cape designed with the same crystals on the shoulder. It was beautiful, but I hate the black color. I never wear black. “Do you like it?” I flinched at the voice behind me, and I turned around to find Alexei walking toward me, holding the towel in his hand.

—------ – Dark Dimension – Within the dark dimension, two figures sit on the black and red couch opposite each other. The first figure who sat on the black couch was a tall man in an expensive black tuxedo. Its black color was so life-like as if it was cut from the darkness itself. His demeanor and the calm smile on his handsome face that was hidden behind classy old fashion glasses and a pair of white gloves on both of his hands gave off the air of noble as if he was a noble butler who serve the one who even nobler than him during early 19th century.