Sexy Excerpt: ‘The Corset’ by Dorothy Freed

This is an excerpt from "The Corset" by Dorothy Freed, which appears in "Dirty Dates: Erotic Fantasies for Couples" edited by Rachel Kramer Bussel. It has been reprinted with permission from Cleis Press.

I want you to wear this to the party tonight,” Duncan said. “You’ll be the hottest woman there.” Smiling, he handed me a gift-wrapped package and sat beside me on our sofa to watch me open it.

“Thank you, Sir, I can’t wait to see what you’ve brought me,” I said, smiling, addressing him in the deferential tone required of me by the rules of our relationship. I thought he looked pretty hot himself in a black jacket and T-shirt, with his thick dark hair combed back and his mustache freshly trimmed. I opened the package, drawing in my breath at the sight of the corset inside. I lifted it from the box. It was shiny black satin with lace trim at the top and bottom, with black garters attached.

“But Duncan, look,” I protested, holding it up. “There are no cups for my breasts. They’ll be naked.” I felt a small shiver of fear. Silly as it sounded - considering I’d been Duncan’s submissive for almost a year, and did what he told me to - I was still unwilling to bare my 36Ds at public functions, and so far had avoided doing so.

“You’re right, Geri. What an oversight,” he agreed, taking my hand and heading for our bedroom. “Let’s put it on you and see how you look.”

It took some major pulling and tugging on Duncan’s part - with me holding my breath and sucking in my stomach while he laced up the corset tightly in back. He finished and turned me to the full-length mirror on my closet door, where I stood, barely breathing, staring at myself in awe.

Talk about an hourglass figure! Flexible metal bands sewn into the corset bent sharply inward, constricting my already trim waist, forcing my stomach in and my rib cage high. My generous ass cheeks swelled outrageously from beneath the fringe of black lace that extended below my waist in back, and my pubic mound in front. My cunt lips, visible through sheer black panties, were plump and moist with excitement. Silky black stockings, secured by the garters, encased my legs.

But hot as the rest of me looked, my full, firm breasts took center stage that night. The metal-stiffened, lace-trimmed upper edge of the corset pressed them insistently upward, while an inch-wide satin tab between them kept them slightly apart. As a result, they jutted out before me - never mind my being in my late thirties - as high and proud as they were when they first developed years ago. They felt heavy and aching with excitement; my prominent nipples were hard, like little rocks.

Duncan teased them lightly with his fingers, smiling at my sharp intake of breath. Then he had me bend my head and lift my long curly hair out of the way while he buckled on my studded slave collar, securing it at the back of my neck with a heart-shaped lock. High heels and a black crushed-velvet coat completed my outfit.

He looked me over and nodded. “You look even hotter than I imagined. I can’t wait to show you off. Let’s go party.”

“Like this?” I asked, hesitating, looking down at myself, then up at Duncan. There was just a hint of brat in my tone. After all, it was one thing to play kinky games with him alone, or with a compatible couple or two - scantily dressed or even naked when the play got going. I was up for that. But it was another thing entirely to walk into a party full of dominant men, leading with my breasts.

Duncan’s look reminded me who was in charge. “Exactly like this, Geri,” he said. His hand on my neck steered me to the door. “Let’s go.”

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