by Sofia Connor
"Mmm. I'll tell you if it's too much," she said into the pillow.
This time, he braced himself and crossed over the laces to get leverage against the eyelets: the first time he'd adopted this method of lacing. He braced his shoulders and pushed the two lace-loops outwards, drawing the corset edges almost together. He could see what she couldn't; her waist was almost at its smallest and the tightest the corset could be made. But not quite. Not yet.
"Mmm. Enough," she'd said, and he had stopped. He would resume in a short time; he knew that.
At one stage, he'd also tied her hands so that she wouldn't be able to feel the reduction of her waist; which might have startled her. So her hands were tied up to her shoulders; each hand crossed over her breasts and tied to the opposite shoulder, with the soft rope round her back.
"Why this?" she'd asked from behind the blindfold.
"So your figure will be a surprise when you feel it next," he'd said in his soft matter-of-fact voice.
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Now it was the early hours of Saturday morning. He'd had her blindfolded for six hours while he gradually laced her into the corset. At the start, she'd been excited at the feel of the white satin covering; smoothing her hands against her changing figure. After each reduction, she'd asked for a rest. And he'd agreed, so they lay down and he played on her some more with his hands and mouth. At one stage, after some minutes for her to recover her quietness, he reached out for a favourite vibrator and they'd played some more. He was keeping her body for his pleasure later. She orgasmed easily, this beautiful shapely woman, and she'd clung to him each time, in her pleasure. Together, they'd gone to the bathroom from time to time so that she could relieve her bladder and he helped by cleaning her from the tub of gentle wipes he kept there.
The latest lacing had been done with her lying on her stomach and relaxed, but with her arms still crossed over her breasts. Now her waist was 20 inches: almost half her hip measurement and 10 inches smaller than it had been when she arrived the previous evening. There was only a short waist acing still to be completed.
He turned her over onto her back, untied her arms, and helped her to stand in front of the mirror. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth.
"What have you done to me?" she said, looking in the long mirror, "my God, what's happened to me?"
"Oooh nnnooo," she was beginning to scream now as she placed her hands on her waist, "it'll kill me. Something must burst in me."
Until that moment, she'd been relaxed and quiet in her corset, but the visual image of her own figure in the mirror had provoked a panic. For the first time, she thought she should be gasping for breath; struggling to move; fighting against the constraints of the bones and the lacings. She ran her hands over her figure, into the waist, over her hips, round and over her contained buttocks, up and round her ribs. As he knew, the corset was not tight at the bottom edge, nor at the top. She slid a finger under the bottom edge to realise that it was simply touching her skin. And she tucked her thumbs in the top edge and discovered the same there. But her waist was tight. Really tight. Tighter than she'd realised before this view in the mirror.
After her little outburst subsided, he held her and felt at her figure for himself. From behind, looking into the mirror and into her eyes, he ran his hands over the flat rigid front of the corset; feeling the tautness of the busk fastening over her muscles and containing her ribs. Then he moved his hands to left and right to feel the curve over her hips, which now felt like little shelves.
He traced the bones in the corset from top edge, over their laced-in tightness and down to the bottom edge. He imagined he could feel her hip bones, the fabric of the corset stretched tightly over the curve of her iliac crest; the broad sweep of bone. But what were her bones and what was the rigid taut corset was impossible to distinguish. Even so, it felt good to him.
He held her waist, pressing his fingers and thumbs together as if to encircle her. Almost but not quite, and she was almost rigid in her waist. She felt like warm wood; carved into the shape of the most erotic feminine waist. There was no movement in her waist at all; no "give" as he pressed; no flexibility as she swayed a little under his grasp and his groping.
Then he allowed his hands to roam over her lower abdomen and down to her pubic area, to discover a little bulge below the corset. Her intestines and skin-fat had been gradually rearranged during the slow corseting, and now was located in a beautiful little mound above her pubis. He anticipated how that would feel when he next lay down with her; on her; inside her. But he could wait a little longer.
He led her back to the bed and helped her to lie down. A woman in a tight-laced corset hasn't the flexibility to lie down buy herself. He knew that and let her down gently onto her pillow, lying on her back. She was panting a little by now and holding her waist; remembering the image of her own figure in the mirror.
Lying next to her, he coiled his arm over her and held her waist with one hand. Moving that hand up and down, he moved to place his face near hers and kissed her gently on her cheek, in her hair and then on her chest above her breasts. And then full kisses and sucking on her nipples, such as she'd appreciated earlier in the evening. But now she was concentrating on her breathing and the memory from the mirror. Orgasm was not high in her list of priorities but she knew that he would take her soon. She opened her legs as far as the corset would allow, with the outer edges digging into her thighs just a little.
And so he lifted himself onto her corseted and contained body, and entered her for his pleasure. With his hands either side of her waist, flat on the bed, he pumped his penis into her slowly at first; and then with greater urgency.
At this point, he surprised and shocked her by leaning flat on her body and holding her waist in his two hands as he continued his shagging. His full weight lay on her and she expected to feel crushed; but the corset seemed to support him through its tightness and the rigidity of her body. She wrapped her hands round his shoulders and his neck as he lay on her full-length. She knew that he was holding her waist but had no awareness of it. The hardness and tightness of her waist had lost all her skin sensation.
For the first time, she understood how tight corseting can be restrictive and immobilising but also comfortable if done properly. The corset seemed to contain its own anaesthetic through its tightness and the perfect pressure on her skin. She pondered all this as she lay there under his movements, knowing that soon he would flood her with his sex juices. But then he surprised her again.
He let go of her waist and raised himself off her. Quickly, he turned her over and pushed his erection into her vagina from behind. He pressed on the flange of the butt-plug, of course, and she could feel both intrusions now in a way she didn't before. He kneeled over her and held her waist as he moved back and forth. His erection was very hard even though he was not super-endowed with penis. She could feel the rigidity of his movement as he pounded into her lips, against the walls of her slippery vagina and rubbing against the butt-plug in two ways. First by movement of the flange, and secondly by proximity through her membranes inside her body. Her own excitement was rising and she could tell that his certainly was.
At this stage, he startled her again; he took hold of the knot in the corset-laces and untied it. She knew what he was going to do and felt another panic rising in her; and he did exactly as she expected. He leaned against the laces, crossing them over again to provide the leverage. Until the corset was closed. Her waist was now only 18 inches but she didn't know that; only that she was being compressed into the most erotic feminine figure that she could imagine for herself. He tied off the knot and she lay under him immovable, and resisting the sense of panic in her numbed waist.
And so, holding her tiny waist from behind, he completed his shagging on her and spewed his sperms and other juices deep inside her. At the last moment, as his erection and his testicles were pulsing, he buried himself deep inside the corseted vagina. Thus he finished his conquest of her body and her corseted fig
ure; and she relaxed with pleasure and release in the knowledge of what had happened to her.
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Later, he released her from the corset. She was relieved but also sad and disappointed. She'd become accustomed to the pressure and the knowledge of her superb shape. As they stood to release the corset, she held his hands away for a few seconds; to take a final long look at her 36C-18-38 figure. She wondered if she would ever again see herself with such an outline; such a silhouette. She hoped so and determined to keep close to this man if he agreed, and to experience this again. Next time, she resolved to take more pleasure now that she knew how it felt and how she looked.
Uncorseted, and with his arms around her, she slept until late in the morning.
The End.
Friendly Favours
Monday
"I'll tell you what the problem is, he's small! Like really really small!" claimed Jess in a hushed voice over her coffee.
"Didn't you see him before you got married?" I asked.
"Well yeah, but I thought he was flaccid! I didn't think that was it!"
Jess had just come back from her honeymoon. We'd met at Starbucks for a catch up and the conversation had soon turned into her ranting about her new husband's penis.
"Well he's a good man, you can't just leave him over that."
"It's alright for you!" she says spitefully, "with your before marriage sex..."
"Hey don't come bringing my sex life into this" I snapped at her, "I told you I thought it was dumb but you wanted it to be special and all that..."
"I know... I know... but I've heard your stories. I thought it was going to be amazing and then is was just...it's just..." sighs Jess.
She looks hurt, I feel bad for telling her about my sex life, thinking I might have heightened her expectations more than I should have. I try to think of something to say, failing and just looking into my own half-full cup of mocha --
"How big is he anyway?" she suddenly asks.
"What?" I reply, off guard, not expecting such a question.
"Well you've said he's big, but never how big. So come on -- spill the beans! I want to know what I'm missing."
I feel bad for her boyfriend, but her turn of questioning is so unexpected, I fail to defend him and simply spurt out "He's around 8 inches."
"8 inches!" she says far too loudly for my comfort, "My god how can you even know what I'm on about. Steve is 2 inches. 2 god damn inches!"
Her sudden excitement shocks me, "Sorry" I mutter -- not really knowing what to say.
"Show it me."
"What?"
"Show me his cock. I know he's sent you pictures of it to your phone. Come on, I want to see it."
"What about Steve, won't he be mad?" I ask.
"He won't know. Come on, what harm is a bit of eye candy?"
Her excitement about my man's endowment shocks me and excites me at the same time. Jess didn't know about the more adventurous things in our sex-life, I kept our group activities secret from her; she was shocked enough when I told her about my love of anal -- this just wasn't like her at all.
I pulled out my phone, unlocked it and got the latest picture he had sent me up. It was a good photo, taken so the under side of his shaft was facing the camera. He looked incredibly hard in it, his large head shining brilliantly. I knew he'd love the idea of Jess looking at it, but I had never imagined she would ever see it. I passed my phone to her shyly over the table, scared of her reaction. Frightened that boundaries may be broken, I'd made sure to keep my "real-life" friends and "sex" friends separate.
She took it from me, a wicked smirk spread across her face; I couldn't help but feel that she had planned this all along.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ" she slowly whispered, "Goey... that thing is huge."
I blushed deeply staring into my cup; I could feel the heat in my cheeks. A lot of women had seen his cock before, but never a close friend, the whole idea excited and terrified me.
"Holy hell, look how stuffed you are!"
I looked up quickly, froze, realised she had browsed further into my photos and quickly snatched my phone from her. The photo was of me riding him reverse cow-girl.
"That's not funny"
"Oh calm down Goey. I'm the victim here! You lucky cow." She joked.
"Sorry... just wasn't expecting it I guess... Not like you to be like this."
"Hey a girl has needs. Now come on let me have another look!" asks Jess.
I declined; I was thinking it had got a bit weird.
The conversation drifted off onto other topics. I left to go to the bathroom leaving my phone on the table -- thinking nothing of it. We ordered another round of Starbucks and talked about work, me filling her in on the latest gossip she had missed, before saying goodbye and heading off home. While walking home I realised my phone was on the table when I went to the toilet, I unlocked it, and there on my screen was the photo of his cock with the message "Transfer Complete." I shuck my head in disbelieve, pocketed my phone and walked home.
Wednesday
I was pottering around the market, British strawberries were apparently in season and I wanted to pick some up to surprise my boyfriend, Tom, as he loves them. Seeing nothing but strawberries from other countries I soon gave up and was going to return home when I heard someone shout me from behind.
"Hey Goey!" bellowed the voice.
It was Steve. After my talk with Jess on Monday he was the last person I wanted to see -- I felt as if I had betrayed him in some way. He ran over to greet me.
"Goey! Haven't seen you for ages! Come one, let's grab a pint -- I'm off 'til 2"
And then before I know it I was sipping a pint having one of the oddest conversations of my life.
"Look Goey, I know I'm small"
I look blankly at him; this was completely out of the blue.
"But I love Jess, and I want her to be happy..."
"She is happy." I interrupted.
"You know what I mean, I've seen him."
"What?"
"Your boyfriend, Tom."
I froze
"Jess had a picture of him on her phone, she showed it me... We'd had a bit of an argument and it ended up with her shoving her phone with that photo on it in my face..."
"Oh my god Steve, I'm so sorry I..."
"It's okay" he interrupted, "Look, this is going to sound odd but well... I want him to fuck her"
I couldn't believe what I just heard, "What?!" I asked in disbelief.
Steve shuffled uncomfortably, "I'm sorry, it's just I know I'm small. And well I like the idea, of watching her, you know -- with someone big. And then I saw that photo and I just... I had to ask... I'm sorry, just forget about it..."
He got up to leave; I grabbed his arm, my lips spoke before I could even think about what I was saying.
"Okay" I said. Steve looked at me.
"Really?" he asked
I nodded. The idea of seeing Tom take Jess excited me, the idea of her husband Steve watching got my heart racing. I simply couldn't resist.
"Oh wow cool, I'll let Jess know. Thanks Goey you're a star"
I never thought anything would come of it, the fantasy excited me, but it just wasn't like Jess -- it would never happen.
That night in bed I got a text from Jess, "Tomorrow 7pm-ish?"
"Ok" I replied. I still hadn't told Tom...
I rolled over to face him, "Tom honey, you awake?"
"Yeah..." he replied half a sleep.
"You up for another girl joining us tomorrow?"
"Sure" he said rather enthusiastically.
"It's a cuckold thing, so her husband will be watching."
"As long as he knows not too touch you know I'm game" he gave me kiss, and drifted off to sleep. I lay awake for a while... wondering what to do...
Thursday
I'd decided I wouldn't tell Tom who it was. He didn't ask so I didn't have to lie. I told him they wanted something different, for him to be blindfolded. After removing hi
s doubts that it was a man or an ugly woman (promising him he'd see her soon enough) he was game. So at around quarter to 7, there he was, sat naked on a wooden chair in the middle of our living room floor blindfolded, with his cock pointing hard up at the ceiling, glistening with my spit, when I heard a knock at there door.
I open it, and they walk in.
"Well" spoke Jess, "He is a big boy isn't he?"
"Jess?" asks Tom in disbelief.
"Oh Goey! You didn't tell him! And yeah, it's me babe."
She walks over to him, wrapping her hand around his cock while removing the blindfold with the other, "Hey stud, we're going to have some fun."
I sit next to Steve on the sofa as Jess lowers herself to her knees in front of my man. She reaches out with her tongue and slowly licks his left ball before taking it into her mouth, her hand slowly stroking his shaft.
Licking his balls teasingly as she rubs his length I could see his precum bubbling out and leaking over her hand. She looks up into his eyes, and rubs his cock over her face, "Oh boy, the things I'm going to do with this cock!"
I look at Steve; he's fixated on the site before him, barely moving. "You ok hun?" I ask him.
He nods, "Yes, it's awesome." Just as Jess opens her mouth, and begins lowering her head onto Tom's shaft.
"Ummm" she grunts in pleasure as she greedily fills her mouth with his cock. As she withdraws his penis from her she looks back at Steve "Look babe, I can't even fit him all in!" A huge smile spreads across both their faces.
Jess continues to bob her head up and down on Tom's cock, gagging slightly as she fails to deepthroat him. I watch her try enthusiastically, spluttering on his cock as she attempts to force him into her throat. She turns to face Steve, "I guess I'm just not used to having something so big!" and laughs before fixing her gaze upon me, "Come on Goey, I know you can do it, get your butt over her!"
I look at Steve, he nods, and I get up off the sofa and drop to my knees before Tom's cock. Jess's eyes fix on me as I bring his cock to my mouth and lower my lips towards his balls. She watches in amazement as I gasp a little, before taking all of him into my mouth. Tom lets out a large side of pleasure as he tenses in my throat.