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Title: First Corset
Its 1 am, and i'm bored, i'm feeling girly, but what do i do? I bought a corset a couple weeks ago, but it was too small. Something about being a in a store like that, makes it hard for someone like me to acquire such things. I'd been shopping before, but never for something as amazing or feminine as a corset. But that night, such a thrill, my blood pumping, the imagninary eyes staring at me the entire time. Such a thrill. As i got home, I struggled to get inside, and I almost succeded, but the material tore in a couple spots. Maybe in a couple weeks i'll try again. Maybe i'll lose a few pounds, and my dreams can come true.
Tonight, is a few weeks later, and i've been told I look a few thinner. I haven't kept up but i'll take their word for it. Its late so everyone is sleeping. I get out my suitcase from heaven, and find my key to the kingdom. This time, I loosen it all the way, to make sure I can get it all on at once. I have to suck in my tummy a lot, and this time, I hold it in the entire time i'm doing all the clasps. It hurts, but what is pleasure with a little pain? Soon, i'm relaxing my abdomen to find that i'm limited in how much I can relaix. Its breathtaking, both literally and metaphorically, I had always imagined it would be this great, but it is just.... AMAZING. I haven't even tighted the straps yet. I quickly throw on some panties, and make sure i'm as flat as possible, and put on a disguise as I make my way to the bathroom mirror. I give the laces a playful tug, and my tummy sinks in, I tug harder, and I feel the warm, hard embrace of the corset taking away my rough edges. It gasp gently as I pull harder. I tie the laces, and move to the bottom laces, I pull these even tighter, and faster, I quickly, and revel in the embrace of the corset. Tying a double not, I put my disguise back on and move back to my room.
I find a nice lacy bra to match the panties and corset, and grabe a pair of stockings. Its hard to bend, almost impossible, I love it and hate it at the same time. It cringe, and eventually succeed in putting on the stockings. It is an arduous task, next time, i'll put them on first. I exhale, but I can't, short gasps of my breath escape my longs, as I try to stay calm, but I can't the pull and tug of my feminine prison doesn't give, but I don't complain. My arms quiver as I put on a slip, its hard to breathe, but the lack of air is worth every sensual moment in this lace and bone prison of femininity. I never want to take it off, its warm, it makes my chest poke forward, my hands move up and down my waist, but instead of the flat cliff surface I instead feel a curvey form, and I wonder, are these my hands on my waist? or another man's telling me that I belong to him, but I snap back to a lonely reality, my hands feeling the bone through the fabric, the sexy temporary feminine figure. I know its not time to finish, but i've got so many things to try on, so much to experience before i'm snatched back earth, to be what I don't want to be, but I know that tomorrow, maybe I can climb my way back to heaven.
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