The Corset Part 2 of 2
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It was a Saturday, three weeks after my boyfriend and I had broken up. The break was really a mutual thing. We both knew that it was inevitable, so we lanced the boil.
Since that day I had brooded over him, us, loss—enough was enough, I decided to go out with the explicit intent of hooking-up. If it did not cure the blues, it would certainly erase it from my mind for hours, if not days or hopefully forever.
I spent the afternoon doing all the things us girls do to feel sexy and attract the opposite sex. By 8 pm I was heading to my favorite club wearing a red and black, lace-covered bustier and denim miniskirt. The bustier fit my form very nicely. Its cups barely covered my nips while pushing my perky C’s into seductive prominence. At the last minute I stripped off my thong; the merchandise could now make peeking appearances.
While driving, I flashed on one of my fantasies, a custom-made, boned, leather corset. I knew a bustier revealed my attributes to good advantage, but having developed something of a bondage fetish, the thought of a strong, binding corset constraining me, as it exhibited my assets, was quite arousing. Acquiring one was on my to-do list. I just had never found the exact one that suited me perfectly. One day... For now, the bustier would have to suffice.
Arriving at the club, my focus shifted from my appearance to hopefully meeting mister right-for-the-night. The friendly doorman looked me up and down, then smiled and waved me in for free. The club was packed. The DJ was spinning tunes with a driving beat. Everyone there was looking for some version of the same purpose: to show their skills and attributes, to tease, tempt, and fascinate, to hook-up for wild and wicked sex.
I think he spotted me before I spotted him, but that was never actually determined. We came together and just started dancing. It was his eyes. They were dark and mesmerizing, seeming to pierce my soul directly. I was transfixed, feeling bound to him, almost feeling the ropes.
As the song ended, I gasped. His fingers had captured my nipples and pulled me close. My elixir was already oozing down my thighs. Pain and pleasure assaulted my brain as he whispered in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
All I could do was mumble, “Yes” and then wonder why I had agreed so submissively. Sure, I wanted what he was boldly proclaiming, but to submit, as I did, to his audacious treatment of me would normally be inconceivable.
Next, I was passively following him outside. He stopped and faced me. After the briefest exploration of my soppy kitty, a rough finger unexpectedly slid quickly and totally into me, lifting me partially off the ground. Our lips met, tongues intertwining. Never in my life had I wanted anything so much as to be taken by this man, a man whose name was still unknown.
The combination of his finger and thumb working my pussy, as he also squeezed and rubbed a nipple, rushed me headlong into my first orgasm. Crying out into the night, my legs weakened and shook in exquisite orgasmic throes. Impaled on his finger, I slumped against him. He supported me as if I was weightless.
My next clear memory was sucking his cock as he drove with one hand and used the other to persistently tweak one of my nipples. This “thing” in my hand and mouth was the biggest one I had ever actually held. Sure, I’d seen many pictures, but to really have it up close and personal was a way different thing. My only thoughts were how much fun I was currently having and the anticipation of, as he put it, fucking me “senseless.” Could that really happen?
“Damn girl, you suck a mean cock! Most can’t handle it near as good.” Pushing my head down even further, he went on, “I can’t wait to get in you. Gonna stretch you wide and plumb your deepest depths, depths no other cock has ever reached.”
I suddenly realized that in my jazzed passion, I had not really thought about my potential physical limitations. Guys had always told me they loved how tight I was, and also that they loved how deep they could go. But what if—
“Don’t stop now girl! I’m enjoying the hell out of this. You’re one talented woman! Bet you’ve heard that before.” A deep rumbling laugh emanated from him as he clutched my hair and urged me downward. My apprehensions vanished as I reveled in the feeling of my lips and tongue sucking and licking that beast.
Having lost all conception of time when the vehicle slowed and stopped, I didn’t abandon my efforts—I was loving what I was doing. All sense of decorum had left me. No point in being my initially demure and modest self at this point. I wanted what he had, and he clearly had every intention of giving it to me.
Pulling me off him, he said, “C’mon Baby Girl let’s hit it. I wanna start taking care of business with you.” As we got out of the car and walked toward his house he asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Maggie. What’s yours?”
“For now, just call me Big Daddy. You’ll be my Baby Girl. I think at this moment you need a Big Daddy to take care of you like you’ve never been taken care of before. Am I right?”
He was right. My cravings were deep, and I had demons to exorcise. Could he really see into my soul?
His equipment was way more than anything I had ever hoped for. Fingers crossed. Please don’t let it be more than I was ready for ran through my mind. Hell, after that car ride, I was ready for anything! My expectations were overflowing like the proverbial cup. Speaking of overflowing, as I walked, I felt squooshy. There was no doubt my juices were making their way down my thighs, a very unusual event for me. Wet was one thing, almost gushing was another.
As he opened the door I replied, “You are so right about my needs! I’m taking a leap of faith and trust right now. If that is not abused, too much anyway, I’m your Baby Girl. Bring it on!”
Bring it on he did.
Soon we were both walking naked into his bedroom, a trail of clothes being left behind us. The bed awaited, a bed with ropes and leather cuffs laid out. Clearly, they weren’t for him, although that was an interesting thought.
“I need to be restrained?” I asked with a doubtful look.
“It’s for your benefit.”
“And how’s that exactly?” I knew I was going to let him, but the banter was fun.
“Women who tend to cum easily and often find more enjoyment when their body movements do not interfere with their physical response,” he replied nonchalantly.
“And you know I am such a woman how exactly?” I couldn’t wait for the answer to that.
“I could see it in you. Am I wrong?”
He sort of had me there, because of course I was such a woman, but just how was he so sure? His piercing eyes had been a bit unnerving at first... and were right now as well—I felt his intense stare boring into me.
“No, you’re not wrong,” I half mumbled, arranging myself on the bed, ready to accept the cuffs.
After my arms were secured, he disappeared for a moment and then was between my legs holding what I knew immediately.
“Recognize this Baby Girl?”
About to lie, I figured what’s the point. “Ya, a butt plug,” my voice quavering with some trepidation of its implications.
“Good girl. Now relax. You know it goes in easier if you do.”
“Oh god, you think I’m going to take—“
“Just relax. We’ll explore that later. It’s just good to know that my intuition regarding your experience in this area was correct... There, see easy-peasy.”
He was right. I relaxed, and it went in with little pressure. Memories came back from the not too distant past...
He quickly secured my legs in a manner giving him maximum access to... well, me.
“Are you a squirter?”
“Can’t you divine that? You seem to know everything about me,” I shot back.
“Well, from the way you are currently dripping like a leaky faucet I would think so, but no harm in asking.”
I felt the blush run across my face. “Sometimes. I never know until it happens... God, can’t your ‘intuition’ tell that I’m dying here! Are you going to fuck me or what!?”
That’s when his cock first slapped down on my clit. Whap!
“Fuck!” I screamed reflexively, twisting against my bonds.
“Not yet, but soon Baby Girl,” he said as he let out his deep laugh and applied ever more slaps, driving me ever closer to my first orgasm.
It seemed like no time had elapsed when the telling feelings began. My leg and arm muscles tensed. I fought the ropes even more. Then...
“I’m cumming! Ohh god damn, god damn, yes, YES, fuck YES!”
I slowly relaxed as he watched me, just watched me like a spider watching its prey caught in its web. Then he did it to me again... and again... over and over, until I was literally crying and begging for him to put it in me.
“Daddy, Big Daddy, please give it to me. Put that monster in me! Stretch me to the max. Please Daddy, please. I want it so bad. No, I need it so bad! I’m begging Daddy!”
Half exhaust already, trying to be calm, knowing I had no control, dripping in my own sweat—that’s when I felt it at my entrance for the first time. It had been sliding up and down between my lips, teasing me, but now it was pushing, pushing gently. I struggled against the ropes to push back to him, wanting to pull it into me, as if I could...
Slowly, I half-whispered, “God yes Daddy... It feels so good... Oh, I love it slow... I love to feel myself being stretched, stretched way beyond ever... God, it is so going to fill me... I never even imagined... Daddy I love you... Oh god, how much is in?”
“More than half.”
“YES! Daddy, do me slow when it's all in, pleassee!”
This was a true yin-yang. I’d never come close to being stretched like Big Daddy was doing. The sensation was a mixture of a bit of pain, really more like discomfort, and ecstasy, the rapture of pure, physical sexual pleasure and emotional passion.
Just as I was beginning to wonder if I could really take it all, I felt his body squeeze and rub against me. I did it! I felt like I had just conquered Everest or something. Okay, I’m a goal-oriented person. I was never fully convinced my body would cope, or if necessary, endure, but it had.
“Daddy! It’s wonderful, a perfect fit.” There was no acknowledgment. He stared into my eyes and started to slowly move in and almost out, back and forth, to and fro—I was in his thrall and loved it!
This was almost like losing my virginity all over again. Here I was, a twenty-four-year-old woman, with... let's just say... ten, give or take, former lovers, but the sensations, the wonderfully strong sensations were totally new to me.
I don’t know how many strokes he made when the familiar feelings began to build. Another orgasm was not far away. This was different from the previous. It was not so abrupt. I was tense and pulling at my tethers, but not frantically. Then it washed over me in a wave, leaving me panting, as with the others, but also leaving a feeling of craving serenity.
“Oh god, Daddy! That was wonderful beyond description. You’ve taken me to a sexual nirvana I didn’t know existed. Now you’ve made me yours, so reap the benefits. Have your way with me!” And so he did, many times, over and over. It was dawning on me that the “senseless” thing was not as farfetched as I imagined. It was getting more difficult to recover from each orgasm. He was going faster and faster, plunging harder and harder, making me cum quicker and quicker. The gasping I experienced after each one was beginning to become almost nonstop.
Then my vision got hazy. The room began to rotate. I could not think properly. Everything went black. I was out like a light with no idea how long it lasted. He told me later that my eyes rolled up just before I passed out and that it lasted less than a minute. I do know my awakening was like coming out of a fog into the light—he was still in me and I loved it.
“Oh my god Big Daddy! Oh. My. God. You actually did it. You made me pass out, pass out from the most fun and exciting thing I know. Maybe I should be calling you Svengali. That’s it, Big Daddy Svengali.”
Throughout my ravings, he just laughed his deep laugh.
“That’s it, laugh at me. The poor, defenseless girl you have tied to your bed. Speaking of tied, how about setting me free?”
As I was engaged in my fervent rant, my vag muscles were squeezing and releasing his cock. I was sure he did not know if it was on purpose or an unconscious reaction, but he had to know that I wanted more. He released my shackles—I was sure in preparation for future fun.
Half relieved, half disappointed, I began stretching to soothe the muscle aches in my arms and, especially, legs. It was obvious that the snakish writhing of my body made him want to jump back on me. He must have known what he had in me and hoped this evening was not a one-off.
He suggested a bit of rest and hydration for both of us; I was happy to accept. After a shorter time than I’m sure he expected, and probably amazed by my apparent recovery, I moved to him as he sat. Steering his still hard cock into me, I glided down, legs wrapping around him. Wiggling my bottom, I began stroking and fondling the hair on his chest. “So is Daddy ready for round two of my ravishment?“
He snatched my rock-hard nipples, jerking me close to him as he forcefully squeezed them.
Not displaying any distress, I exclaimed, “Oh yes Daddy! They’ve needed attention. Show them who’s in charge.”
Feeling my muscles once again squeezing him, he maintained his tight grasp as we kissed. Releasing my nips, he pushed me backward and followed me down, using his hands to break our fall. The sudden stop forced him deeper into me than he'd been. My reaction was a powerful clinch of his manhood as I blurted, ”Oh god Daddy!”
We both delighted in a few of his ups and downs in my tight, slippery pussy. Then he pushed off and disappeared briefly. Returning with a large, upholstered, barrel-like object, he instructed me to make room for it and then to lay face-down over it.
I complied. It actually supported me quite nicely. Its intent was clear—to keep me in a doggy-style position with little effort on my part. That was good; I had little effort to give.
“I bought an old bean bag chair at a thrift store, had the barrel-like soft container made and filled it with the old beans. Pretty cool, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s pretty comfortable. Sooo... now what’s the situation with the plug?”
“It’s lookin good so it’s going to stay where it is for a bit, as I again enjoy your beautiful pussy. I have to say, from this view, you have the best looking, sexiest rear I’ve ever seen on a woman. Your lips are still puffy, the faucet is still drippin and your ass is oh so tempting.”
I wiggled my butt, saying, “Well, take my puss again! I know exactly what to expect now, and I’m more than ready.”
His cock bumped against me several times as he worked his way up behind me. I was expecting to feel him begin to enter me when... Whap! Whap! Hard, full hand slaps on each cheek. I know I jumped but did not scream or cry. He didn’t know, but I was into the whole ass slappin thing—somehow it always worked me up. So, I again wiggled my butt.
“I see. Baby Girl likes that. Well...“ Four whacks in quick succession to each cheek. Now my cheeks were stinging, but it was a good sting. Don’t ask why this turns me on, I don’t know. It’s just one of those things.
“You gonna fuck me or beat me? Don’t be one of those sadist freaks.” Just wanted to slow him down a bit. I was looking forward to more of that treatment as things went on.
That was when the now familiar stretching began—his much-anticipated entry had commenced. Waiting eagerly, and a bit impatiently, for the slow push that would eventually fill me, I was stunned when his full length suddenly slammed as deep as possible.
Opening my mouth to shout, nothing came out—I had been startled into total silence. This only lasted a few seconds at most. “Holy shit Daddy! I mean what the fuck!”
I was clawing at the bed, instinctively trying to evade his shocking strike—all to no avail. He had my hips in an iron grasp and had already begun the onslaught that quickly changed my mind-set from fury to lust. The nonstop pounding brought on a quick and strong orgasm. “Daddy, oh fuck Daddy, I’m... shit, SHIT!” My whole body was trembling, and he had not even paused.
I gave up. My lizard brain took over. Eyes closed, my body almost constantly quivering, sometimes strong, sometimes weak, the orgasms just ran through me—I do mean through me. From my fingers to my toes, everything was ablaze.
Looking back, I am amazed he had the stamina to keep it up, but he did. Eventually, things again went black. It’s something you feel coming on; you know it’s going to happen but are powerless to stop. I actually welcomed it—the ultimate release.
Not seeing or hearing him as the light came back and things came back into focus, I tentatively said, “Daddy?”
“I’m here Baby Girl. Still behind you. You were not out long. How do you feel?”
“Oh, Daddy... so many feelings... I’m sore but feel almost like I’m floating on a cloud, if that makes sense. This has been an exhilarating experience. Can I go to sleep now?”
“Not just yet Baby,” he said as he rubbed his cock head against my ass.
“Oh my God Daddy! Where’s the plug? I don’t feel it anymore.”
It should have hit me sooner. He had pulled it while I was out. Now he intended to take my anal virginity in the same way I had thought of virginity when he first penetrated my vag.
“Oh, Big Daddy, no. I don’t think it’s a good idea now. Let’s do it later.” Much later was my first thought.
“The plug showed you’ve obviously become accustomed to it, and you even told me you liked it. I’ll just push a little and we’ll see how it goes. No surprises. Just a little test to see how well you possibly could do. You might surprise yourself.”
His rubbing was becoming more concentrated right on my star. He already knew me too well. I was sure he sensed I really did want it, but was just afraid, plain and simple. What harm could a little test be? He did have a point, I might be surprised... just so I was not surprised by a quick plunge.
“Well... Oh, Daddy, you’re a freakin devil! Okayyy... just real slow and gentle. No surprises. Stop means stop, okay?”
“Stop means stop Baby. Now deep breaths and relax like I know you how to do.”
I remember clutching the sheets, breathing deep and wondering if this was really going to work. I felt the pressure slowly increasing. He was pushing slowly, but it was steadily increasing and becoming more concentrated on that special entrance.
I was opening, there was no doubt about that. I knew the feeling very well. My ex used to go there quite often. He “broke me in” as he had been in the habit of reminding me. So now a new lover was breaking me in all over again.
“That’s it Baby. You’re relaxin. I feel it wanting me. We’re going to do this together and enjoy it together. Do it Baby, do it!”
I just softly muttered, mostly to myself, “Yeah right.” I must do all the stretchin, relaxin and possibly hurtin so he can push his giant cock in my ass for his own pleasure. Well okay... for my pleasure also. I did have a thing for anal.
Oh my god, I almost blurted out. It felt like it was going to work. His helmet popped in, and I reflexively squeezed down.
“Easy Baby, easy. We almost got it. I think maybe you clamped down cuz you’re nervous. Just ease up Baby. Relax like you were doin. We’ll get there.”
He thought he knew so much. I could’ve opened right then if I’d wanted to. He was going to have to work for this.
“Oh, Daddy I don’t think it’s going to work. You should probably pull out before you hurt me.”
“Sweet Baby we are really close. I really want this for you. You’re my sweet Baby Girl. Please just try for a bit more. You were doin so good.”
“Daddy it’s beginning to hurt. I’m not sure we should continue. What if I get hurt somehow? I really want to please you, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do it. I’m really sorry!”
Ha, I needed to play this just right. Didn’t want him to pull out, but he had to think I was making a big sacrifice for him. A bit more begging was needed. I kept up my reluctance.
“My sweet Baby Girl, you are the best I’ve ever had at this. If you can just open a bit more it will work, and you will get so much pleasure. I promise, promise not to hurt you in any way. Stop means stop, I understand, but please try just a little more... please.”
Ha, this was almost too much fun. But my proclivities being what they were, I wanted it as bad as he did—so I slowly relented and opened. He began to slowly slide in deeper and deeper. It really did feel great. I wanted desperately to exclaim how good it felt but no, not yet anyway.
“Maggie, Baby, you did it! God, you’re the most amazing woman! I think I love you.”
He called me by my name. He said he loved me. I couldn’t believe it. For some reason that really meant a lot.
“Oh, Daddy it was so hard for me to finally open enough for you! I do love your cock in me, but I had to work so hard to do it.” Yeah, really, ha! “Now do me slow and make me cum. Fill me with your spunk. Let’s cum together if we can. I want to feel your hot seed in me!”
“Oh yes Baby Girl, yes. You feel so incredible. You’re so tight, and the lube is making me slide effortlessly. Is it still good for you? I can cum whenever you’re ready.”
“Bring it on Big D! I’m right on the edge!”
And did he ever! He sped up a bit and went a bit deeper as I squeezed him tight. In a flash I felt the monster pulsing—surge after surge poured into me. I screamed in orgasm heaven. A perfect ending to a perfect evening.
After being locked together for a few minutes, as we both recovered our breath—and I quit shaking like a leaf in a windstorm—he slowly eased out. I just slumped down on the bean bag barrel, totally out of gas. He lifted off me and then flopped on his back.
“Damn Baby Girl, you are one hell of a woman! You take a fucking like no other lover I’ve ever been with.”
“Gee... thanks... I think. You have such a way with words.” Then I burst out laughing as an embarrassed look spread across his face.
“Listen... I didn’t mean... I had a brain fart and totally fucked-up. I was tryin to say that you are super terrific, and I’m one lucky guy to have spent this time with you.” Looking completely downcast, he asked, “Am I totally screwed?”
“No, you’re not totally screwed. I think I’m the one who got totally screwed. You are just in deep shit. If you play your cards right—can you do that, play your cards right—if so, you just might be able to get back in my good graces.”
There was no way I was going to let this be a one-off. That cock was not going to get away, at least not right away. But I mean really, “You take a fucking...” Who says that?! Oh well, it was what it was. So, he was not exactly Mister Debonair... But he was the best fuck I’d ever had! The ex was wiped completely clean away. Life was good.
“I can totally play my cards right! It’s no excuse, but I really was so totally blown away by this whole evening with you... I let my dick overload my mouth. I’m sorry. It’ll never happen again. I swear to God about that!”
I gave him the best smile I could muster as I saw this side of him. “Okay. The proof of the pudding is in the eating, so we’ll see how things go.” As he was about to speak, I went on, “Now... you’ve wrung me out to the hilt, so to speak. So much so that I can barely move. My sore body needs sleep desperately. Can we do that?”
He seemed surprised that I wanted to spend the night. Like I wanted to be driven back to the club, in my condition, to get my car so I could drive home at probably four in the morning since it was almost three now.
He became very thoughtful: fixing the bed covers, getting me more water, gently wiping away the night’s accumulation of goo from me, then finally settling in behind me. I fell asleep almost immediately, his left hand holding my left boob.
Slowly waking in the late morning, I found myself beside him, head on his shoulder. He was still sleeping, his morning wood holding up the sheet. The previous night came roaring back as I took in my sore body and the tent pole under the sheet. Every muscle hurt to some degree, but it was my sweet ‘gina and ass that had really taken a beating—without a doubt the best beating they had ever had.
Even feeling like I did, I couldn’t resist reaching for “it”—the thing that had given me such wonderful pleasure. It felt so strong and powerful, so ready to give me what I knew was impossible in my present condition. But my mouth... now that was ready, willing and able.
Moving into position without waking him, I engulfed him and began servicing “it.” First, he started moaning; then his eyes opened. He smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. We went on like that, no one speaking until I knew he was about to flood me. His grip tightened, as did his leg muscles.
“Oh god, Maggie I’m gonna... Oh, fuck yes!”
I swallowed every wonderful drop.
After that, we talked a bit, exchanged numbers, showered, talked more and eventually... I arrived at my apartment.
~~~~~~~~~
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TabooIntroduction In chapters 1 through 5, I told you the story of Christmas Eve 2013, during which my stepbrother and I explored each other, petted, necked and masturbated each other to amazing orgasms. That remarkable evening, nearly a year ago, started a period of intimacy and sexual discovery between my sixteen year old stepbrother and me that we both will always cherish. For the next eight months, Michael and I enjoyed each other, explored each other, and pleasured each other. We enjoyed...
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TabooI've been having a lot of wicked thoughts and dreams about my stepfather lately. I’m thinking that this summer, I’m going to try and seduce my stepfather, Michael. I just find him amazingly handsome. My stepfather is very sexual and enjoys sex. I know he likes me because he's always smiling at me and running his eyes up and down my body. My stepfather is 6’2” and has brown short hair. He’s very athletic and has an amazing body. He works out and is pretty muscular in the right spots. I love his...
TabooThings are heating up with my stepfather. He loves to play all sorts of naughty games. He loves for me to wear all sorts of lingerie and has even bought me some costumes. He loves me to be a naughty school girl and he'd be the principal. I'd be a very bad girl and would need a spanking from him. I'd be wearing a short green and blue plaid pleated skirt, white shirt with a white push up bra, white lacy panties, blue knee highs, and loafers. He'd then need to give me lots of discipline. There...
TabooI’m starting to believe I might be the only guy in high school that has never had sex before. I always hear chatter in the boy’s locker room about all the girls in my school that are easy. I never have even kissed a girl before. I’m kind of nerdy and really just like to play video games. My one friend mentioned, that last summer he met a girl and they went all the way. I’m not too sure if I believe him though. I do like to look at Playboy magazines and look at the models all naked. I do get a...
TabooMy name is Lucy and I'm nineteen and my boyfriend is twenty one. We'd been dating since high school and I really believed he was the one I would marry. But, he went to college and met some sorority girl that was wild and crazy, and he wanted to be with her. I was just devastated. I started to lose a lot of weight. I'm not a very big person to begin with. I lost about ten pounds. I'm now down to ninety pounds. My mother and my stepfather were worried that I might get anorexia. I've started to...
Taboo“Elizabeth’s story: sibling love”Background: I am Elizabeth. Today, I am a happily married woman, age 27 with two small children. The story I am about to tell occurred almost exactly ten years ago, during my senior year in high school, within a year of my stepdad’s death in Afghanistan.Events occurred that I did not plan, and I am not necessarily proud of. My husband, whom I adore, knows about these events, and not only understands, but actually finds them stimulating and exciting. He asked me...
TabooI’ve been kind of mad at my stepfather after the situation with Heather. I really thought that I was his princess and now it just seemed like he had two princesses. I’ve been moping around a little and have been a bit unhappy. My stepfather told me to just start living at the apartment. I’m old enough to be on my own. My mother thought it was a good idea to finally spread my wings. I moved into my stepfather’s apartment. My stepfather really had been spoiling me to try and boost my mood. I...
TabooMy father recently married my stepmother. She’s a very sexy looking woman. She tells everybody she's a dancer, but she’s really a stripper. I think that’s where my father found her. She’s my father’s third wife. My father is always getting married. He’s a player and loves to have a sweet piece of ass on his arm. My mother left him years ago, because he couldn't keep his zipper up. He cheated on her with his secretary. My mother had a nervous breakdown and was unable to take care of me. I live...
TabooHer name was Maureen and she was the most beautiful woman that I’d ever known. She was my stepmother. We were a blended family. My step-mom had three children and my father had five children. I was the oldest of all the siblings. My father was an alcoholic and worked late hours with his job. He'd always stop off at a bar, when he finished his shift for the evening, and then pass out in the spare bedroom. So my stepmother was always alone when she slept. My father was also very abusive to her. ...
Taboo“Wanda, I have a surprise for you come down here.” “I’m coming Michael, what is it?” “We're going to a hotel today. I have a surprise for you there. I have a business meeting tomorrow, so we have all day today and then you can go back home. But, today and tonight we'll have lots of fun." “Your mother will be home tonight so we have to go to the hotel. Dean, will be here also. I have to have your sweet pussy or I’ll go crazy.” “You’re unbelievable. I suppose you really like me, don’t you?” ...
Taboo“Wanda, get your sweet ass down here and suck my cock. You know how you drive me absolutely wild with your slutty mouth.” “I’m coming Michael. You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?” “I don’t want you fucking my son, so I have to keep you busy.” I ran down the stairs to give Michael a blow job. We've been getting together a lot since our first meeting. My mother has been traveling a lot now. She's a Vice President in an Electronics firm and has been doing her weekly visits at some of their...
TabooMy father recently married another woman. He met this one on a flight he was on. She was the airline stewardess. He told me, he fell madly in love with her and knew he had to make her his wife. He had to work quickly to put a diamond on her finger. He wined and dined her for about a month and popped the question. She, of course, accepted. He took her on a whirlwind honeymoon to Hawaii for two weeks. They recently came back and my father had to go on an extended business trip. My mother threw...
TabooAnother day another lesson... I entered the class and immediately silence filled the room. The waiting students were seated in rows watching me walk in. I greeted the class and sat at my desk at the front. The lesson progressed as usual, I gave instruction, the girls listened and asked occasional questions. I reminded them that their end of term exam was only a few days away and that they should schedule some time to revise the work they had already covered that term.People often asked me how I...
TabooNote : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestCorseting Your Male By Judith Gold Cynthia was sitting at the kitchen counter bent over her laptop when Peter arrived home from work. Peter tossed his raincoat and brief case on the bench in the hallway and walked to the refrigerator, popping open his first beer of the day. "Hey Cyn, how was your day?" "Hi Peter. It was ok; no major disasters." "What are you working on honey?" "Actually I am reading an E-book. No office work for this girl tonight." Peter chugged about...
Corsets and Boots: Part Six Chapter Eleven Consolidation. We both made a concerted effort to establish a good working and domestic relationship, and I concentrated on trying to be attentive; polite; considerate; industrious, and in fact not at all like my usual self! Dorothy showed off her skills of household management and organisation, and she must have been good at both, because I began enjoying my food and found myself helping her with what I had previously considered to be...
I just finished up my freshman year at college. I was back at home living with my mother and my stepfather. It felt really good to be back home. I had a great year, however it’s always nice to be pampered by family. I was able to maintain all A’s. Although, I do find school work rather easy. I don’t have to try very hard. I made a lot of friends and had a wonderful first year. My name is Katherine and I’m 5’8” and weigh one hundred and fifteen pounds. I have brown long hair and blue eyes. I’m...
TabooMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
Chapter Five Tight Lacing My smallest corseted waist measured twenty nine inches, and the next obvious question was:- By how much could it be safely reduced? My imagination began to run freely as I visualised all the possibilities. One inch? Three inches? Perhaps even six inches! The shop that advertised the corsets with a twenty three inch waist was the obvious place for me to start making some polite enquiries. This was going to be my first assault on a corset shop, and it...
Chapter Five: I realize I needed to understand Robert's motivation and desires betterIt happens again the next morning.I arose early, slipped out of bed without waking Robert. Silently, I went into the bathroom. I turned the water on, giving the hot water time to work its way through the pipes for my warm shower. While waiting for the water to warm up, I stared into the mirror and assessed my thirty nine year old body. Objectively speaking, I was in excellent shape. My breasts were firm and...
TabooMy name is Lucy, and today is my birthday. My husband is out of town, and I’m feeling a little lonely and depressed today. I turned forty-five years old. Sometimes, I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. My husband said he would make it up to me, when he gets home in a few days. “Happy Birthday, Lucy. You look fantastic this morning.” “Thank you Robert. How lovely that you remembered.” “I got you a present. Want to see what it is?” “Robert, you didn’t have to buy me anything.” Robert handed...
TabooDot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
In last part, part ix you read that by her sexual exhibition she mesmerised hm and three trustees. They not only accepted her conditions but paid much more than agreed amount on the last day of school getting closed for 21 days vacation. She had regular fuck with cm with hope of getting pregnant. She befooled driver & conductor and made them show their cock in hotel. After they left she pressed bell and bahadur, nepali waiter came… “uff madam, bahut badhia aur kadak chuchi hai, uff kitna...
The Corseting of Ashley By Ashley Another True Memoir Exploits, Humiliations, and Embarrassing Moments of Ashley It was a beautiful, sunny day in the nation's capital. For a road warrior, which is what we road weary types like to call ourselves, this was the beginning of a glorious mini- vacation. One of the benefits of flying very frequently is the chance, on occasion, to fly the significant other to where you are instead of making the usual trip home. Waking up in the...
Corsets and Boots: Part Four Chapter Seven A Firm Foundation To her eternal credit, Dorothy did not laugh. With yet another of her amazing transformations she composed her face to the look of polite enquiry that she had used in the shop. This was too much for me. Her change of expression turned the handle; engaged the gears; opened the floodgates, and allowed words to come pouring out of me in a never ending cataract. My hopes - my frustrations - The difficulties I had encountered...
Chapter Seventeen Some Case Histories This is a short selection of the desires expressed by some of our more extreme customers, taken from my files. In each case I asked for and was granted their written permission to relate their stories, and I always gave them my personal assurance that their anonymity would be protected at all times. 1. "PAINKILLERS PAULA." I remember this particular case because it was one of the few that reduced Dorothy to tears. She had booked the...
Boots and Corsets by Richard Head Foreword (Taken from Chapter 18) A considerable amount of nonsense has been written about Corsets and Tight Lacing over many years by authors who have no practical knowledge or personal experience of their subject. Most of these writers will try and titillate their readers by relying upon the constant repetition of popular words and phrases such as "I felt as if it was cutting me in half," or "She laced me in until I was unable to...
My twenty-year-old stepbrother, Jim, my five-year-old son, and my loving husband were waiting for dinner at the dining table. I adjusted my red top, grabbed the bowl of meatballs and came out of the kitchen. I didn’t want to flaunt my cleavage, sending any wrong message to my stepbrother. However, when I bent over the table to serve him, he didn’t miss the chance to take a brief look at my cleavage. My husband was busy talking to my son. He didn’t notice Jim checking out my cleavage. Jim gave...
TabooIt wasn’t a good day for me. I had a fight with my friend, and my class test didn’t go well. I came home from the college and like always, Mom offered me some fresh juice, but I preferred to go to my room and take a shower. As I entered my bedroom, I saw my younger stepbrother. Standing near my closet, he had my new red panties in his hand. “What the fuck are you doing? Don’t you see… these are my new panties. And you already have my black thongs to jerk off to,” I said, trying not to be very...
TabooCorsets and Boots: Part Two Corset Training for the Young Male Beginner Selection of the Corset Every caring mother should take her young son to a well-known and highly recommended corsetiere who specialises in designing corsets that train and shape the youthful male figure. A good corset maker will be able to give the best advice, and can offer the latest and most scientific ideas regarding the design and manufacture of the best type of corset for a growing boy. Some mothers,...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
Corsets and Boots: Part Eight Chapter Fifteen Work We returned to the shop, after our honeymoon, to find that two batches of completed garments had been delivered by the factory and were overdue for dispatch, so we had to roll up our sleeves and start packing them at once. I almost wished that we had accepted Gerald's offer to mail the orders direct to the customers while we were away; but I preferred to deal with this part of the business myself so that I could deal with any...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
The time is the early 20th. Century and called..SCHOOL DAY'S A Boys Experience of being Put Into Corsets. By Ben. I had just had my 14th. birthday when my parents heard that they had been left some money by a relative who had just died. We were not a wealthy family by any means but fortunately neither were we among the poorest either. My mother and father had always tried...
Chapter Nine Judgement Day I stuck it for three whole weeks; weighed down by misery and bitterness. Deep; internally festering bitterness. I snapped at anyone who came near me, and then started being rude to clients at work. I had been Wronged; unjustly wronged; and I had to take it out on somebody, however innocent they were. Complaints started to reach the Branch Manager, who called me into his office and made me stand to attention in front of his desk while he gave me a severe...
Ever since I was sixteen, I found myself attracted to girls. I would sit in class and fantasize about being intimate with them. I would sometimes go to the restroom during study hall, go into a stall and quietly masturbate. After school at home, I would masturbate to the fantasies I had about some of the girls in my classes and even a few of my female teachers.This went on for two years, I was too afraid to act on my desire of being with another girl or woman. The thought of coming out...
TabooMy Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
Quickly knotting a towel around my torso, I hurriedly ran, annoyed that someone's calling before I got the chance to dry myself off. The phone rang shrilly and incessantly in theliving room, making me hurry up even more. Once in the living room, only clad in a bath towel that concealed little, I'm thankful that I'm home alone. Gripping the hastily-tied knot in front of my chest, I regret the fact that I didn’t wear a bathrobe instead, seeing as how the towel barely touched my thighs, and it...
TabooCUCKOLDS IN CORSETS by Throne Carl Clinton was in the kitchen, wearing rubber gloves and washing dishes. All he had on was an apron that barely reached below his pubic region in front and left everything uncovered in the back. He also wore three inch heels and, because he'd been standing there for a while, he could feel a strain building in his calves. As he shifted his feet around to avoid getting muscles cramps, he thought about how smooth his legs were. There wasn't a single...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Hi, my name is Jay. I am 24 years old and I am born and raised in the Netherlands. I've been living on my own for about a year now. Before that, I lived with my dad and my stepmother. My dad got remarried seven years ago with Elisabeth, my stepmother. Elisabeth and me, always have had a good relationship, even though she is my stepmother. My dad is a project manager and was always making a lot of hours, so me and Elisabeth got really close in the years that I lived with my dad and her. Even...
TabooCorsets and Boots: Part Ten Chapter Nineteen Last Orders. That reminiscence about extreme tight lacing has prompted me to insert some of my own hints about the general art of tight lacing, because it is a subject that has often been abused both by the Cinema and by inexperienced authors. I feel qualified to write about tight lacing because Dorothy and I both gained considerable experience over a great many years of lacing our different customers. If you study the old cinema...
So ive caught you. I spun around and there was my wife. I was wearing black lace panties a Black Bra and a Red silk dress. I knew you was doing this, thats why my best knickers are getting stretched. Get changed and I will wait in the car for you. We went shopping and I tried to talk but was shushed and ignored. Wait in the car!! The shop took her longer than normal and I was desperate to explain it was just fun. We arrived home in silence and she went in the bedroom. A while later I was called...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...