Rhonda had pulled the corset completely around my body and hooked the bottom tab over its peg, then slowly worked her way upward, locking each succeeding one over its mating peg. For the moment, the corset wasn’t at all tight, just a little snug around the waist, but of course she hadn’t yet done anything with the laces. She bent down then clipped the six hooks and eyes at the bottom edge. This extended so far down that it reached to my mid-thighs, extending a long way below my crotch and keeping my legs pressed firmly together, partially hobbling me. At the back, it was well under my buttocks, but held and cupped them in a rigid pair of cups so there was no possible way I’d be able to get into any sort of trouser garment while I wore it. The top of the corset came right up under the bra’s
