You Bring The Corsets Song Novels & Stories

It’s empowering! When the song ends, I’m only wearing my sexy lingerie and bra number with my heels on. The other girls have hodge-podge bras and panties on. Two girls were asked to put thongs on over their g-strings so they don’t show their actual pussy and butt hole off to the goddess and everyone.

"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."

The corset underneath it, however, was a hate crime. "I can't breathe," I informed Rita, at the precise moment she finished cinching the final lace. "Ye don't need ta breathe," she'd replied, with the serenity of a woman who had been saying this for twenty years. "Ye need ta stand straight." "Those are not the same thing, Rita." "They are today, yer highness."

“ I'm not doing it for you, Sera. We can't consummate our marriage if there's a corset about to kill you in the way.” Con—consumate?

I only have my underwear on at this point and without warning, her arms come up from behind me. "Lift, please," she instructs and I do, trying not to shiver when she wraps something around my midsection. It's stiff and reaches from my waist all the way to my breasts. Her hand cups one of my shoulders and she starts to gather the strings along my back, yanking them tightly. "Ouch!" I cry, not meaning to raise my voice as much as I do. "What are you doing?" "It's called a corset, silly," she jokes. "And you will need to get used to them."

Leah and Jewel pull a cream corset down my arms, over my head, and down past my underarms. ‘Hands on your hips, Miss Maia,’ Jewel instructs as she and Leah stand behind me. They work their way up from the top of my backside and slowly upward, pulling at every piece of string, trying to kill me. The corset is tight, my ribs are being forced inward, and I can’t breathe. ‘Are you trying to kill me?’ I ask, melodramatically, gasping for air and holding my sternum, feeling winded. Jewel and Leah laugh in hysterics at my reaction to the corset.

A live string quartet played something soft and expensive in the corner, as if even the music had been taught manners. And then it stopped. The music, the noise, the chatter. It all dropped the second I appeared. Well, I was used to that… but not as Liora Belrose. I paused, letting them look. Letting them see. My gown wasn’t some boutique designer piece. I made it myself. (Okay, with some help from Mia, my seamstress savior.) stitch by careful stitch. A twilight blend of deep purples and silvers, embroidered with last minute black thorns that coiled along the hem and spiraled around the corset like armor. My mother’s brooch to my chest—a curling silver moon I remembered tugging on as a child

Killian pouted. "What Why?" "Please, please, please! I already chose the song for us!" "What song?" "We Don't Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth and Selena Gomez," Killian smiled. "Okay, so I should sing Selena’s part?” Juliette asked. "Yup. Your voice is sweeter than mine." Killian smirked. "Smooth like a snake," Juliette rolled her eyes. "Okay, but just this time. It's your channel category, not mine. You decided you wanted to sing on YouTube,"

Every time I closed my eyes I felt his hands again. When I got out I wrapped a towel around my body and another around my hair. From the closet I grabbed my headset, plugged it into my phone, and put on “Never Be the Same” by Camila Cabello. The first verse slid into my ears and I stepped inside the walk-in closet, the door half-open behind me, clothes hanging on both sides, the soft carpet under my bare feet. I started singing under my breath, soft at first, dancing a little between the racks.

I resigned, and they both squealed and highfived each other. "Look back in the bag, I think you will find a matching top." Jamie pointed for me to look in the bag again. "Really?!" I asked as I looked at the see through white corset top. "Yep! And its even low dip in the back so it won't show with your dress." Carrie said proudly. "Now hurry up! We gotta get you in your dress!" Jamie said clapping her hands at me.