I know, I know, but…

Singleton Stories

• The Waitress
• A Mile
• Topsy Turvey
• The Plea
• A Paean to Dreams
• Insert Title Here, A Romance
• Making History
• The New Corset
• Black Canary Sings

By Joy

Finally. It had arrived. I practically flew to my bedroom and my clothing went every direction as I stripped faster than I ever had. I had a brand new corset that I couldn’t wait to get on.

First, a quick shower to get the sweat of the day off. I jumped out and dried as fast as I could then powdered quickly. I had a corset to put on.

I quickly pulled on my bra and panties. I opened the package, reveling in the scent of the leather. I held my corset at arms length to inspect it.

Black leather, reaching from just under my breasts to my lower abdomen. Once on it would cinch my waist down tightly and give me a glorious figure. The scent of the new corset was nearly orgasmic since I love the smell of leather. I ran my hands over the outer surface, blissing out about its smooth sensual feel.

I slipped into one of the corset liners I also purchased, making sure I smoothed down all the wrinkles. I pulled out one of my best silk blouses, long billowy sleeves gathering at cuffs at the wrist. It almost looked like a corsair’s shirt from some pirate movie. I buttoned it up carefully and buttoned the cuffs. I picked up the corset and held it up to my body.

The moment of truth was here. The leather was intoxicating. I wrapped the corset around myself and hooked the busk up in front. I imagined I heard clicks as the busk closed up, reaching from the top of my Brazilian cut pubes to just three inches below my breasts. Once it was hooked up, I straightened out the blouse so that as it closed, the look I had would stay true.

I reached behind myself and started sorting out the laces. I had to turn to my three way mirror so I could see to untangle them properly, but once they were in view, it was just a few moments to have one of the laces in each hand.

I was stunned to see that my body was already molding into the shape I wanted. A beautiful hourglass figure, right out of the turn of the 20th century. I turned sideways and noticed that I had a flat tummy. My behind was more pronounced due to the corset’s restriction, making my booty rounder, more pronounced and more full.

I walked over to the wall nearby where I had a large hook installed into the stud and looped the laces around that hook. Slowly I started walking away from the hook.

Only two steps were needed. Two steps to take all the slack out of those laces and to start the closing of that corset around my torso. Two steps, and it started gripping me, squeezing me, holding me. I reveled in the feeling of having this powerful garment compress my stomach and chest, squeezing the breath out of my diaphragm. It felt heavenly.

I kept an eye on the mirror, making sure that the gap behind me was even. I pulled and adjusted up and down, stepping further away from the wall and the hook. Two feet from the wall I had to stop for a moment and so I leaned against the laces and rested. My breath was getting short since my diaphragm was compressed. I had to breathe from the top of my chest now.

I reached into the bra and adjusted my breasts so that they sat on the demi-cups in the corset, being both offered and hidden from those that would want them. I wanted to emphasize them, presenting the breasts to those who could never touch them. I smelled the leather surrounding me again and felt a warm slickness between my legs.

After a few moments, I started my march away from the wall again. I pulled the tapes to keep them even and to keep the gap closing. I eventually had to get a sturdy wooden coat hanger to help pull the laces tight to give me a good grip on them. I would haul at the laces, and then I would walk away from the wall, letting the laces that went from the corset to the hook take the slack I had created with the hanger.

Eventually I had to stop. I could barely breathe and I was getting very dizzy. My breath came in short gasps and the vice grip of the corset wasn’t slacking at all. It felt so wonderful. I couldn’t explain the welter of emotions I felt being restrained so powerfully.

Keeping the tension on the laces, I swung over to the dresser and grabbed a cloth tape measure. I wrapped it around my waist and measured. Twenty two inches. From my normal waist of twenty seven inches, I had taken five inches off. No wonder I felt so dizzy.

I put the tape measure down and placed the hanger with it. I grabbed the laces where they came out of the grommets and moved back toward the hook a few steps and started tying the corset off. It was very hard to tie the laces while keeping the same tension that I had before but once I had the first knot in, it became much easier.

Once the bow was tied, there was a lot of laces left. I gathered them up and started stuffing them up under the corset, trying to make them smooth as possible. I didn’t want to wrap them around my waist since it could break the bones, so I tucked them in.

My breath was still coming in short gasps, and the world was grey around the edges still. I took that to mean that I needed to sit for a few moments. I made my way over to a chair and sat on it, which cut into my belly even more. I would be uncomfortable, but I would be able to sit if I was careful.

I ran my hands over my torso now. The texture of the leather and the smell of it, and now there was a new element, a creaking of the leather around me. Little breaths made the leather squeak, just a tiny bit, but enough so that I noticed it. I felt the stays forcing my ribs in, holding my breasts up, pushing into my flesh near my hips. I could feel the busk digging into the navel and the top of my pussy.

I spent a luxurious few minutes just rubbing and fondling the leather corset, running my hands up and down it to feel everything. When I touched, the scent overwhelmed me again, and I got even more wet. I knew I was very close to cumming right there.

I went to my closet and pulled out a leather miniskirt that I had from a long time ago when I was smaller. I pulled it up my legs and zipped it up. I looked at myself in the mirror again and knew the club would never be the same. I pulled on some 4 inch ankle boots that matched everything and looked in the mirror again.

I was devastatingly beautiful. The waist, the black of the corset, the white contrast of the blouse, and the skirt creaking around my hips combined to make me drop-dead gorgeous. I unbuttoned my blouse down to the top of the corset to show my red bra off, knowing there would be little boys drooling to touch, begging me to do anything I wanted to do to them.

I adjusted my makeup, put in hoop earrings, and a choker on so that my neck and cleavage were emphasized. I found the motorcycle hat I planned to wear and put that on. I thought about using the perfume, but the leather was more than powerful enough for me tonight. I wiggled a bit to make sure I could move, checked my makeup again. Finally I grabbed my purse and as a last accessory, a crop and my driving gloves.

All this together would have people crawling, men and women. Just what I wanted to happen. Perhaps I’d let one come home with me, but most likely I’d simply tease them and throw them away.

Once more running my hands down my new corset. All this magic from a few bits of leather cloth and some metal. Just putting this on I had the power to command legions of subbies. Yes, this was perfect I thought as my door closed behind me.

Mini-Biography:  Joy is a transvestite who has been using her stories as a form of therapy. At this point she has no desire to undergo the full transition, but that might change some day. Read more about her story at My Story on this site.