Corset Scene Black Butler Novels & Stories

The next was a Corseted Ball Gown, its Ultra-fitted boned bodice and full voluminous silk skirt clinched her already tiny waist to its smallest point. “Take it off," he didn't like how it hugged her waist. “I don't want my woman dying of Asphyxiation. " “You already consider her your woman?," his subconscious taunted making him groan out loud. “We are sorry sir, but we'll have her take off the dress immediately,” a manager quickly apologize and signalled to an attendant. He was caught mid sentence by Kael's groan while he was asking why they won't be taking the dress.

I wondered what the purpose of this room was most of the time, but when I turned to ask Salem, I saw that he had not followed us in. Rosette squashed her cigarette butt against the table. “Take off your clothes, Miss Blackwood.” I was taken aback. “What?” “Your body is about to undergo a change, and it must do so comfortably.” I was embarrassed, but too afraid to argue. As the bloody dress fell, I crossed my arms to cover my breasts. I was ashamed of my body, but Rosette made no snide comments. Instead, she merely unlaced her corset, freeing her own breasts. One of her arms wrapped around my neck and pulled my face to her nipple.

“It took you boys long enough to find the dining room.” A royal blue corset is cinched over top of a black peasant dress. Her ample breast look like the are struggling to escape the confines of the corset. As she pushes past us, she flips her blonde hair over her shoulder hitting me in the face with her locks. Glancing over her shoulder, she bats her extra long eyelashes in my direction while shooting me a flirtatious smile. James groans with embarrassment as his mother openly flirts with me.

However, I’d take anything I could get. When he and his butler was out of sight, I entered the crowded foyer and flashed a smile. Some reciprocated the friendly gesture, but the others, to my surprise, didn’t. “If you think you could hoard the Master’s attention all to yourself, then you’re dead wrong,” one woman with a long, black hair stated. She wore a red gown with a neckline that almost spilled her boobs. She reminded me of Betty Boop, but a bitchy version of her.

The under-butler took a short run towards the third carriage and opened the door. A female stretched out a small ivory white-gloved hand and the under butler accepted it, before helping her out. The girl's appearance was so pleasing to the eyes that it was hard not to appreciate her good looks. Dressed in a vintage corset dress. Her blonde hair was styled in waves, bringing outward her facial features.

Luisette looked over her lying there in the white teddy and smirked. “This was your choice…” He touched it gently, running a finger up underneath the lace that lay up and over the curve of Kat’s bottom to her hip. Kat stiffened and looked over her shoulder at him as he smiled benignly at her. General Batton glanced at Kat as she turned her head, her eyes large as she blinked slowly, she looked up at him as Luisette asked his question. “Yes.” Came his answer. “Hmm…” Luisette stood up and moved to return the pottle back to its place in his boudoir collection of play toys. “I think I need to see her in something black and not so lacy…something more sturdy and confining…a leather corset perhaps…

He looks around and notices the familiarity of the room he is staying in. This room is perturbingly familiar, he thinks. The stranger comes back, bringing a black suit with a black bow tie. “You are going to wear this from this day forth,” the stranger says, “as the prince’s butler.”

“Your driver is waiting outside, Mistress.” I nodded my head, breathed out, and adjusted my collar again. I was wearing a white pants, and a white suit jacket which almost reached my knees and then a black shirt to match. Together with a black heels and black hand bag, I stood straight as I looked the butler in the eye. “What are you nervous about? It is your right and you are going to claim it,” he moved closer to me and then adjusted my collar.

"Yea, your highness." I urinated fast, washed my face and mouth, and came out. I applied ointment and packed my hair up, pinched my cheeks, and took the gown Kora came back with; a black sleeveless body con gown. It was not that simple as per se, but I was running out of time. This kind of gown exposed all of my curves and in a period like this, this was the least of my problem. I hurried out of the room for dining room. When I got there, Charlotte and Ashton were there and paused when I walked in. I was hypnotized for a second, seeing him dressed impeccably in a black shirt that matched his black trouser.

I dried my hair before walking out of the bathroom. I sighted one of the hired butlers, standing aside with his two hand behind him. Infront of him is a white tux set in a dummy. I also saw black shoes close to it and a little table with a silver Rolex wristwatch on it, the tie and a diamond earring. This shit is getting real. "Good morning, sir." The butler said, giving me a slight bow. "What the hell is this?" I asked calmly. He arched his brows, "Your groom attire, sir." He answered.