Of Corset

Stacey had found the corset hidden deep in the trunk in the attic exactly where her grandmother said it would be.

Of course Stacey didn’t believe her grandmother’s fears that the corset was an evil corrupting garment but it was her grandmother’s dying wish that it be destroyed.

However getting the corset into her hands her mind started to drift off to wonder how she would look in the tight figure hugging item. She had never worn something so naughty and sexy but she suddenly wanting it more than anything in her life. Before she knew it she was stripping off her clothes until she was only in her panties and knee high socks.

She wrapped the whale bone lined corset around her body feeling the soft fabric against her body. She let out a soft moan as it rubbed against her skin.

SNAP! Closing the first of the metal latches she felt a sudden shift in her demeanour. She looked at her reflection in the mirror and felt a profound lust for herself.

“Oh my this feels quite nice and I don’t look half bad either.”

SNAP!

“Mmmmm in fact the tighter it gets the badder I look…. and feel.”

SNAP!

“Oh yesss I’m such a hot bitch. Why haven’t I been using this gorgeous body to get whatever I want?”

SNAP!

“Yessss I need to find some rich idiot that will treat me to the life I deserve!”

SNAP! As she moved to close the final latch it seemed to magnetically close with barely a touch of her fingers. At once she felt an ease overcome her body like nothing before. She felt confident and powerful but also cold and detached.

“Mmmm thanks grandma, you were right this corset really does have the ability to corrupt, and now that power is all mine, I’ll be sure to put it to some good use… or should I say bad use.” Stacey said with a cruel smile.