Starting with Dinner
October 29th, 2008All the BDSM wonders are uncovered in the story, so, read and enjoy!
Respectfully and sincerely written for: Miss C.
The glow of the the dimmed lighting complimented the soft background music playing. He sat there quietly, ever grateful, and slowly ate the finely prepared dinner before him. This particular restaurant was not for the everyday consumer, but rather a prestigious five star Irish Steakhouse, and her personal favorite. It’s not her style to bring just anyone here, but of course he did not know that. The business was a little slow for a Saturday afternoon, but that was just fine with him. He was hoping not to have too many people look at him, What if these people caught on to what she is doing to me? He thought over and over. Breathing normally was out the window, as was the typical male speed record eating habits that usually disgust most civilized and mature women. His breaths were controlled, as was the reduced pace in which he was forced to eat, although he didn’t mind either factor.
He was rather comfortable in the situation he found himself navigating through. Underneath his long sleeve light blue dress shirt, and the white tee shirt was the reason to his slow eating, and changed breathing pattern. But the corset was not completely closed. It has a closed measurement of thirty inches, but she only laced him down from his natural waist of thirty six inches down to thirty three. He was cinched, the pressure on his lower spine and abdomen actually forced him to sit properly and maintain a neat posture. Unlike of course, how most males slouch lazily in any given chair. After all, she wasn’t going to take him to such a reputable establishment only to have him slouching and pigging out like snot nosed schoolboy. Her tastes were more refined, she didn’t know him well enough to know that his were as well. As he felt the gentle constriction with every breath, he knew she could take it in more, and she had mentioned that earlier. I expect you to be on your absolute best behavior while we are out, or having this corset fully laced and locked onto you will certainly be the last of your worries, slut, now do you understand? Her words still echoed in his mind. Instead of terror, like most men would feel in that instance, he only felt serenity. He looked up at her and smiled. His eyes were directed to the blouse that was hugging her pert breasts, but also conservatively hidden from others view by the knit loose and unbuttoned long sleeve shirt she was wearing. He enjoyed her dominance over him, and it felt completely smitten to him. He had absolutely no reason to resist her, nor did he want to. (Read More…)
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