You Bring The Corsets Song Novels & Stories

Maybe with her, marriage wouldn't be so bad after all. Background song: constellations by Jade Lemac.

I slipped into my room and donned the burgundy Victoria Secret corset with a matching thong that may as well have been tooth floss for all it covered. The boned corset hugged my curves perfectly, lifting my lush breasts high like a sacrificial offering, nipping in my already tiny waist. I stood in front of the mirror and the woman staring back looks like a stranger wearing my face. Burgundy lace, boning that holds me together, and hope that’s already cracking at the edges. *This is a mistake.* my brain tells me, sharp and clinical. *You’re his weekend getaway - Fridays to Sundays. That’s it.* I shake my head but she voices my innermost doubts.

I only wear this dress on special occasions. This dress was not easy to put on by myself, because it had a corset. Jamira would normally help me, but she knew there would be times I’d have to put this on myself. She got me a contraption that tightens the corset for me with the push of a lever. I like doing it myself, because I can still breathe when I'm done. Jamira thinks I’m not supposed to be able to breathe. It took me a good bit of time to get dressed, and the whole time I heard nothing down stairs. I walked out of my room, and down the stairs. I went to the table where I had left my food. I knew I needed to be heading out to meet my friends, but I still hadn’t eaten anything. As I turn

his face setting in a hard grimace, expecting me to cause him some trouble. “This is a corset” walking towards him with flushed red cheeks “…I can’t get it off myself but I don’t want you think I’m...” I said sheepishly. Bram laughed vigorously at the idea “Excellent, my first test of willpower!” and with a smirk he spun me round quickly and wrapped his arm around my waist but instead of untying the corset at my back I felt a clawed hand quickly strike up the length of my back, shredding the ribboned back, leaving me stood clutching the front of it to me in horror.

“It’s his favorite movie. But I plan to drive him wild all night for backing out." I laugh, pulling tightly near the top of the corset and tying the strings. “Done.” She checks herself out several times in the mirror, before pulling on the skirt that goes with the costume. She’s got a bandana in her accessories pile and large gold hoops. “You’re going to look amazing.”

They would help me in and then help I and Sarah's brother out. I stood still as Percy wrapped the corset around my body, pulling the laces tight. The corset felt snug and constricting, but there was something strangely alluring about it. I guess that was why the women are asked to wear it. Percy's hands moved confidently and expertly, tightening the laces until the corset was just the right fit. I could feel my breath quickening as the corset was secured in place, my heart beating faster with anticipation.

Elcid took the dress from her so she could undress to try on the black dress. Vastria put on the dress as Elcid zipped it up in the back and tied the corset. The corset was sewn into the dress so all that needed to do was to string it at the back and tie it off. The corset was thick, but not as heavy as one would think. It did have metal bones to help cinch the waist.

Hitting on her Scars to your beautiful album, I set it down on my pillow and let it play loudly. Spinning one more time, I walked into my walk-in closet to retrieve the rest of my clothes. Singing along to Alessia Cara's song, I realized I needed a much better song with lyrics just for this moment cause I'm going home baby! And I ain't leaving a single clothe behind! Too bad I don't got a song with such lyrics. But this would do anyway!

“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!”

Each tug cinched my waist tighter, forcing my posture straighter and pushing my breasts upward until they spilled over the top edge. “Breathe shallowly at first,” he instructed as he tightened the laces further. “The corset will teach you control. Your diaphragm must work harder. Your voice must rise above the restriction.” When he finished, the corset hugged me like a second skin, my waist dramatically narrowed, my breasts lifted and presented beautifully. I could only take shallow breaths, my ribs compressed, every movement deliberate. Victor stepped back to admire his work. “Exquisite. Now sing the opening lines of the Habanera. Stand in the center of the stage. Let the theater hear Carme