“We’ll let things be for an hour or two while the corset moulds more to her, and for her body to do some adjusting of its own. Why don’t we go out and have a nice lunch? When we get back, we’ll lace her down to where she should be.”
There was nothing I could do to change what was going to happen so I tried not to be concerned about being abandoned as I was currently fixed. The corset was beginning to feel more like a tight embrace and the insistent pressure of the breast forms against my chest and on my own unformed breasts, felt like I was held snugly. If I’d been able to touch the n*****s so prominently protruding through the fabric of the bra cups, I wondered if I would actually feel it. I could almost feel my n*****s rubbing the inside of their breast forms, and at the same time was v
