RetroXotique

"Hang on!" Jimmy yelled, as he placed his slave's hands back on the bedpost.

"Ughhh". The breath left Debbies body in a rush, as her Master drew the last few laces tight.

"Master, I can't breathe," Debbie said, barely audible.

"Nonsense. You can breathe just fine. You'll adjust." He tied them off in the center of her back, meeting the laces he had drawn from the top down. Debbie was afraid to let go of the bedpost, as her head grew dizzy. She wasn't sure if she was dizzy from the submission, or the lack of air. 

"Let me see you, slut," requested Jimmy. Debbie stepped away from the bed. She felt very unsure of herself and wobbly on her feet. But she felt beautiful. Feminine. Not yet graceful, but she knew that would come. She knew from her Master's training that that was the ultimate goal. Her femininity had lost out years ago to the rigors of a busy life. Her hair was cut short, she wore flat, comfortable shoes, loose-fitting pants. The perfect uniform for a woman on the go. But that would not suit her
Master. She was not a woman on the go when she was with Him. She was his slut, his slave, his whore.

His first orders to her had been to let her hair grow out and to start wearing dresses and high heels. The hair thing was easy, but the heels were a bitch! Debbie hadn't worn heels for about seven years. Trying on a pair of three-inch heels in the shoe store left her feeling dizzy. But she bought them and wore them to work the next day. Because He had said to. And she surprised herself by being much more comfortable in them than she thought she would be. She enjoyed watching her reflection as she walked down the long hall to her work area, watching her hips sway. The heels also had the benefit of making her feet look smaller, and there was no question that they made her feel more feminine.

There was the same hesitation, the same self-doubt when he asked her to belt-train. She learned that she should have started training as a teen, in order to change the normal growth of her rib-cage. She learned that she would have to sleep in the damn thing (her Master had said she would spend many uncomfortable hours in it), and eventually, only spend one hour a day out of it (for bathing)!!!!!!!!
Debbie couldn't believe what she read; she'd had no idea there was so much involved, or that so many people interested in this sort of thing. 

"Thank you Master. May I see it?"

Jimmy pushed his beauty toward the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door, and closing the door, slowly revealed His creation. Debbie gasped at the sight of herself. She'd had no idea how much of a difference a real corset would make. "Oh my".....She saw a beautiful soft leather custom made corset with buckles in front and laces in the back.

"This will definitely take some getting used to," thought Debbie , as many thoughts swam lazily through her head. She felt as if she were dreaming; that fuzzy, almost, but not-quite-real feeling.
Debbie tried to control herself as she felt Jimmy biting her neck from behind. She was swooning, even though she didn't know what that was. Actually, she was hyperventilating, and it overwhelmed her. Bright swirls of color danced before her eyes, and darkness crept in slowly from the sides.
She fainted in Jimmy's arms, and he carried her to the bed. 

She awoke to find him, head between her legs, licking her pussy, which was quite wet. It felt so, so good. Debbie laid her head back down, but as Jimmy's rhythm's increased, so did Debbie breathing. As her breathing increased, so did her dizziness. She fainted again. Jimmy knew this would happen and was prepared for it. He continued his licking and increased both the speed and the pressure of his tongue against her clit. Debbie came back around again, feeling the frenzied licking of her cunt, driving her ever closer to the edge. She tried to cry out as the orgasm approached, but she couldn't.
She couldn't get enough air. She could barely stay conscious. She tossed her head from side to side, pulling up from the pillow, trying to grab more air. It was all to no avail. The whale bones would not budge, would not give up their space to allow Debbie's lungs to expand.

She fought for each breath, the sounds coming raggedly out of her mouth. Lance fed on this; fed on her hunger for oxygen. He reveled in the sound of her labored breathing. It made his cock hard; harder than he'd ever been in his life. He'd always known he wanted a woman in this position. To
totally surrender her being, her very breath, to him. And here it was, here she was, laid out before him in splendor, legs shaking uncontrollably, hardly breathing, struggling just to stay alive (or so she thought). 

Jimmy well knew that when she passed out, her breathing would return to within the limits allowed by the corset; his slave was in no danger. But seeing her struggle like that was a turn on he'd never dreamed possible. His hard-on throbbed against his slave's calf, as he rubbed it against her, still tormenting her, pleasing her, driving her mad with his tongue. Debbie's body could finally take no more.

 She exploded with the heat of a super-nova, sweat beads bursting out all over her, her body shaking and writhing under the fierce pressure of Jimmy's talented tongue. The vibrations of his slave set off Jimmy's own, and he ground his cock against his slave's leg. As Debbie shook beneath him, dancing on the edge of consciousness, he raised himself over her and spurt his seed all over her brand new corset. Having marked his territory, he collapsed on his spent slave, as they both tried to regain their breath.