gently, the concern evident in his voice.
I took a deep breath, testing the grip of it. “No, I think that’s okay.”
“Here, sit down. Then you’ll know if I need to loosen it.”
I sat in the chair by the table. “No, it’s fine.”
He continued to buckle the straps on the front of the corset. His hands moved smoothly, as if he had done this before. They tugged and tested and adjusted. His knuckles brushed against the bottoms of my breasts as he arranged the top strap, sending a shiver through my body.
No man had ever dressed me before, and I had to admit, it was kind of a turn on.
Once the buckles were settled in place, I was surprised to find that the garment didn’t hurt at all. It was like a firm hug over my body, from just under my breasts to just above my waist.
It held my back up straight and pushed my breasts out. It actually relieved some of the tension in my back since the corset was doing all the work of holding me up. I found that I rather liked the feeling.
He reached into the bag and handed me a black silk thong and a pair of thigh high stockings.
“These too,” he said.
The corset restricted my movement a little, but I was able to slip the panties and stockings on without too much trouble. The panties felt good against my skin and I was relieved to be covered up at least a little bit.
Finally, he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of black stiletto heels.
“So, do you just have this kind of stuff lying around?” I asked.
He smiled mischievously. “Actually, I made Cavanaugh buy them yesterday.”
Laughter bubbled up from within me. “You’re kidding?”
He chuckled. “Oh no. I’m quite serious.”
“That’s so mean,” I said, unable to stifle my giggling. “Poor Cavanaugh.”
I pictured the old driver browsing through the aisles of a sex shop, and another fit of laughter swept over me.
“Yeah, he looked pretty shaken up when he got back. I gave him today off as an apology. Okay, now follow me.”
My laughter evaporated as he took my hand and walked me over to a full length mirror leaning against the wall.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I barely recognized myself. I stood tall and straight. My breasts displayed themselves proudly on my chest. The corset was slimming. It accentuated the curve of my breasts and the shape of my hips, giving me a stunning hourglass figure. I spun around on the five inch heels and looked at myself over my shoulder. My ass looked amazing. I had never looked or felt this sexy in my entire life.
“Quite the transformation, isn’t it?” he asked.
“It really is.”
I noticed him in the mirror staring at my body. He seemed transformed as well. He stood up straighter. His shoulders pulled back and his eyes had taken on an intensity I had never seen before. He was quite the intimidating figure.
He stepped in front of me. Even in these heels, he towered over me. His cool blue eyes stared into mine with a stern expression.
“Now your session truly begins. From here on out, you will address me as ‘sir.’”
“What?”
He slapped me lightly across the top of my breast. The blow stung but didn’t really hurt. It sent a ripple of sensation through my body.
“You will address me as ‘sir.’ Or Mr. Bell, if you prefer. If you fail to do this, you will be punished.”
“I don’t understand.”
He slapped my other breast, harder this time. I shivered.
“You promised to do as I say without question. Correct?”
“Yes,” I said and he raised his hand again. “Sir,” I quickly added.
“Much better.”
“But I didn’t know I was signing up for this.”
He tapped a finger against his full lips. “Fine. If you want to back out, this is your chance. You can forego the money and we’ll go our separate ways. But if you stay, it’s of your own free will. And you will stick
I took a deep breath, testing the grip of it. “No, I think that’s okay.”
“Here, sit down. Then you’ll know if I need to loosen it.”
I sat in the chair by the table. “No, it’s fine.”
He continued to buckle the straps on the front of the corset. His hands moved smoothly, as if he had done this before. They tugged and tested and adjusted. His knuckles brushed against the bottoms of my breasts as he arranged the top strap, sending a shiver through my body.
No man had ever dressed me before, and I had to admit, it was kind of a turn on.
Once the buckles were settled in place, I was surprised to find that the garment didn’t hurt at all. It was like a firm hug over my body, from just under my breasts to just above my waist.
It held my back up straight and pushed my breasts out. It actually relieved some of the tension in my back since the corset was doing all the work of holding me up. I found that I rather liked the feeling.
He reached into the bag and handed me a black silk thong and a pair of thigh high stockings.
“These too,” he said.
The corset restricted my movement a little, but I was able to slip the panties and stockings on without too much trouble. The panties felt good against my skin and I was relieved to be covered up at least a little bit.
Finally, he reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of black stiletto heels.
“So, do you just have this kind of stuff lying around?” I asked.
He smiled mischievously. “Actually, I made Cavanaugh buy them yesterday.”
Laughter bubbled up from within me. “You’re kidding?”
He chuckled. “Oh no. I’m quite serious.”
“That’s so mean,” I said, unable to stifle my giggling. “Poor Cavanaugh.”
I pictured the old driver browsing through the aisles of a sex shop, and another fit of laughter swept over me.
“Yeah, he looked pretty shaken up when he got back. I gave him today off as an apology. Okay, now follow me.”
My laughter evaporated as he took my hand and walked me over to a full length mirror leaning against the wall.
“What do you think?” he asked.
I barely recognized myself. I stood tall and straight. My breasts displayed themselves proudly on my chest. The corset was slimming. It accentuated the curve of my breasts and the shape of my hips, giving me a stunning hourglass figure. I spun around on the five inch heels and looked at myself over my shoulder. My ass looked amazing. I had never looked or felt this sexy in my entire life.
“Quite the transformation, isn’t it?” he asked.
“It really is.”
I noticed him in the mirror staring at my body. He seemed transformed as well. He stood up straighter. His shoulders pulled back and his eyes had taken on an intensity I had never seen before. He was quite the intimidating figure.
He stepped in front of me. Even in these heels, he towered over me. His cool blue eyes stared into mine with a stern expression.
“Now your session truly begins. From here on out, you will address me as ‘sir.’”
“What?”
He slapped me lightly across the top of my breast. The blow stung but didn’t really hurt. It sent a ripple of sensation through my body.
“You will address me as ‘sir.’ Or Mr. Bell, if you prefer. If you fail to do this, you will be punished.”
“I don’t understand.”
He slapped my other breast, harder this time. I shivered.
“You promised to do as I say without question. Correct?”
“Yes,” I said and he raised his hand again. “Sir,” I quickly added.
“Much better.”
“But I didn’t know I was signing up for this.”
He tapped a finger against his full lips. “Fine. If you want to back out, this is your chance. You can forego the money and we’ll go our separate ways. But if you stay, it’s of your own free will. And you will stick
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