Corset Fetish

I remembered how I had squeezed into such a tight bodice as my ribs were now so sore. What should have been a direct, not very memorable blonde escort and client encounter, had turned into a night to remember.

I lay back against the pillow and remembered how Adrian had wanted my waist to look so tiny, and the corset was so pretty and one of his very own creations. He’d photographed me in it before I let my toes travel up and down his erect cock. He shivered and remarked my waist looked so small.  The flowers were so exquisitely made, with tiny petals of silk. The dark red silk of the corset matched the red of my lipstick. 

Adrian was excited as he lay above me and started to open me up. His long fop of hair fell forward and his dark eyes glinted as he watched my every reaction to his strokes. In and out, a pause, here and there, until I clasped him to me and let him ride me harder.

It wasn’t long before he started to squirm and shiver and that slow, sweet sensation burst forth. I called out, more out of a mix of pleasure and pain as he bucked against me. Then I heard a “ping” and realised the corset tie had broken. At last, I could take in the air I needed after my exertions.

So much for the naughtiness I thought. Adrian heard it too and asked me to roll over so he could check. “It’s a prototype, so if it can’t cope with moderately-energetic sex, I’ll need to change the tie.” 

I obliged and rolled flat onto my tummy so he could see where the tie had broken, but that only turned him on again. I could feel his lips brushing my buttocks lightly.

“Your arse is so hot to look at,” Adrian whispered as he continued his nuzzling. “The curve is so defined and the darkness of the mole looks lush against your creamy skin.”

Adrian was a writer as well as naughty underwear inventor to some of the wealthiest London ladies and quite a few well heeled Fetish escorts, so I was used to his waxing lyrical of my various assets.

Then he popped a pillow under my ass, and started to enter me again. This time he was slow and he squeezed my cheeks apart and pushed a finger slowly into my ass. 

“Oh dear,” I replied as he worked us both into a frenzy. As I started to breathe heavily, my ribs still hurt, but at least I could breathe properly. 


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