Garterbelt Novels & Stories

I checked the price tag and I opened my mouth in shock at the price . One eighty dollars for just underwear ? Well, I was rich seeing as my dad has been around for a long time but still not rich enough to throw money around . ' Oh . You have to pick this Nym . It will look nice on you . ' Nyla said holding up a red corset and garter that I was sure will look nice but only when I wanted to seduce someone . ' I don't think so Nyla . ' I replied gently . ' Don't worry . I will get them for you as a token of our knew friendship . '

—he fingered the garters—“You don’t know what it does to me.” I made a mental note to place an advert for this particular set of garters I was wearing. It was new. I had only had them designed and made a week ago and I hadn’t planned on wearing them today. It was a last minute thing that I decided, ‘Hell, it’s my best friends birthday. I should wear this.’ And I did. When the design came to me, I had to draw it out immediately and asked that it be made. I knew that it was bomb and sexy as hell. I just didn’t know that it was potent enough to bring a man to his knees. Especially one like him.

“This is something blue.” “Thank you,” Caitlin said. She lifted the lid of the small white and blue gift box. She raised up the blue garter with white lace along the trim. “Oh, this is cute.” “Sit down I’ll help you put it on,” Constance said. Caitlin sat down on a bench in front of one of the vanity tables. Her back faced the mirror. She lifted up her dressing robe. Constance knelt down and slipped the garter over her foot and up her calf. Caitlin took it from there, slipping the item further up to her leg.

He eyed my dress, especially the slit by the left side of my dress. “What?” “Don't make me repeat myself, Anna.” He threatened. “Garter. There's a garter underneath my dress.” I told him. “Perfect.” With that, he got down on one knee in front of me and pulled out my left leg from the slit, completely exposing me to him. “Carter, what are you doing?” “Stay fucking still, Annabelle. Don't make me hit you again.” “Sorry.” He took the phone and trailed his warm and rough hands along my leg leaving goosebumps in its trail. He attached the phone inside my dress, at the apex of my thigh and strapped it down using the garter before placing a kiss there, making my breath hitch in my throat.

"By the way, what bra size do you wear again?" "I'm not sure. I thought maybe I could look at the style first?" I started to walk with Rose. Then she started to sigh. "Jane, there's a belt on this sock!" "That's why it's called garter socks. The style of this store is sexy, sweet, and cool. The stuff here will suit you very well." "Why can't the design of this underwear even cover the butt? Would anyone want to wear it?" "This is a thong. It's very sexy to wear and all men like it."

It felt lewd just to hold it in her hands. She worked out the chastity belt. It was how Heath had described, like pulling on underwear, with a strap like a g-string connected to a belt that went around her waist. Both were adjustable by buckle. Most disturbingly, there was a chain with a padlock that would prevent the removal of the device once it was buckled in place. “We will be late to class,” he observed. She was panting with stress, and yet, somewhere behind the panicked embarrassment and resentment… she was turned on.

In his hand was a brand new, black leather tool belt. "Put this on," Gabe commanded. Leo took the belt. It was heavy, the leather stiff and new. He fastened it around his waist. "Now," Gabe said, a cruel glint in his eye. "You're going to wear this all day. It will remind you of your place. And you're going to wear this, too." He held up a small, black silicone plug. It was sleek and tapered. "Here? Now?" Leo whispered, his eyes wide.

“Inbuilt corset. Structured. Black gems either, onyx or obsidian, worked into it.” Her eyes widened as she began sketching again. “A train,” I continued. “Elegant and Heavy enough to make a statement. Glossy black accents. I want the fabric to catch the light without shining.” She nodded rapidly, utterly absorbed. “And add a garter belt,” I added. “One side with a small dagger. The other with a compact firearm.” The pen stopped. Anastasia looked up slowly. Then she set the notebook down. She closed her eyes. For a moment, she said nothing. Just breathed. Imagined.

Or her ass is full of my face. My hardon throbbed. It ached to be touched. Erika signaled for me to lift my midsection again. I felt her slide something under my hips. A garter belt. Maybe two or three. Nylons now. Their passage eased by my slippery near-frictionless glossy pantyhose; Anna's nylons were swept up my legs. I could not tell how many pair, but my mother and sister spent a lot of time fastened the garters and getting everything secure.

Azerbel went into the bathroom to change. A few minutes later, she stared at herself. The dress was beautiful. There was only one problem. It was far too big. She gathered the loose fabric and stepped outside. "This doesn't fit." Genaro looked up. His gaze stayed on her for a moment. Azerbel became uncomfortable. "What?" "Nothing." "I'm changing back." She turned. "Wait." Genaro stood. Azerbel watched him approach. He picked up a belt from the bed and held it out.