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I have a corset.

Not some off-th-rack piece of crap from the mall, this is a custom-made garmet. It's simple, black, but severe. It's made for real waist training. I had it made before I became pregnant with our second child, and since that time, between pregnancies and breast feeding and trying to lose those last few pounds, I just forgot about it. I pulled it out a few months ago, and was dismayed at how difficult it was to get into, and gave up.

The other night, I thought I'd give it another go. It went on beautifully. I kept pulling the laces, cinching it tighter and tighter, relishing in the confinement. The more I had to control my breathing, the wetter I became. When I got it as tight as I could without passing out, I admired myself in the mirror, running my hands over the smallness of my waist and the fullness of my hips, continuing my hands down over my bare sex, newly shaved for the summer.

I couldn't wait for him to come to bed. I got out my vibrator and leather dildo. The dildo is quite large, and even when I'm aroused, it's difficult to get it in. But I wanted it to hurt, I wanted it to be as tight as the corset around my waist.

He came in and found my like that, panting on the bed, fucking myself hard. He promptly collared me and fucked my mouth. When he was done with my mouth, he shoved the gag in and buckled it tight. He rode my pussy from behind, telling me what a good whore I was. Everything felt tight and stretched. I wanted to be filled. Used.

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[Julie]

I want to see this corset~