The Game 27 - The Corset

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The Game 27 - The Corset

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The Corset

She was facing him in the playground again. He had won the game and now she waited to learn what he intended and what instructions she would be given. Actually, she was fairly sure she knew what the first one would be. Her naked self was generally the starting point.
His first words confirmed it.
“I think that, of late, we have got in the habit of rushing your undressing, and that would be a shame. So today I'm not going to strip you.”
“You're not...?”
She felt a curious mix of relief, together with a teensy bit of... disappointment...?
“No. Today you're going to strip yourself. Would you be kind enough to remove your top?”
The first time he had stripped her on the playground she had been tied, blindfolded, and somewhat terrified. Since that momentous occasion she had been disrobed and displayed outside many times and been made to undress herself quite a few. She had become a bit more accustomed to it. Exposure was still nerve wracking and scary, but having to do it yourself added a special something. An extra part of it this time, it turned out, was slowness. Other times, as he had said, this part was quickly, almost clinically carried out which gave one little time to think. Now he had her pause, fold her clothes, turn around, and generally take time while she thought about what was to come.

Very nice. That's an attractive bra.”
It wasn't one of her porn confections, merely a quite nice (and probably expensive) bit of sheer cloth with a hint of lace.
“It's new...”
“It's very nice. Take it off please.”
She did so, annoyed to find herself blushing.
Again he seemed to be in no hurry. He had her raise her arms, pose, turn left and right...
After a few minutes he said, “Please remove your shorts.” and again she obeyed.
“Panties to match. Very nice. I like those.”
“I'll get you a pair,” she said. “Unless you'd prefer to wear mine...”
There was another pause as he let her get used to her new state and look forward to the next.
“All right,” he said after a while. “Your lovely panties please. “
She pulled them down and stepped out of them with as much false confidence as she could muster and stood before him.

“Good. Now today madam is going to be modeling...” he reached into the toy chest and pulled out a pair of stockings. They were sheer black with seams. Now where in the hell did he find those? she wondered as she pulled them on and checked her seams. And won't he look good in them in his turn? she thought.
“Next we have madam's shoes.
He handed her a pair of black high heels.
She put them on and fastened the straps. When she looked up it was to see him holding the corset.
Well, this looked like being interesting, she thought. It was a lovely piece, but somehow they had never got around to using it much. She had been laced in it once or twice, and he had memorably worn it to Rocky, but it hadn't become a major part of their games.
He helped her into it and laced it to a firm but not crushing fit.
He stepped back to regard her. “Yes, very nice indeed. All right, now...”
“Aren't we forgetting something?” She had expected the look to be finished with panties, probably black ones, and a suspender belt, a classic look, but instead he had left her still half naked.
“No...I don't think so...”
“But I'm still...” She gestured at the obvious.
“Oh, do you want panties?”
She nodded.
“Yes, I expect you do. What do you say?”
Well, that was fair enough. She had made him beg for his often enough.
“Please may I have panties?” she asked politely.
“Alas, today, no. They'd only get in the way.”
Well. She knew what that probably meant.
“Ah. So I gather that today I'm going to masturbate.”
He nodded. “Yes, you are. Quite a lot actually.”
“And you want to watch? How sweet. You could have just asked, you know...”
She didn't mind too much. She had performed for him before. It was a little embarrassing right at the start, but she knew from experience that when things got going the fact that you had an audience tended to fade in importance.

“I know, but this isn't just for my entertainment. Today we're going to try an experiment. I have, as you know, a very strong reaction to the tutu, one which you have exploited from time to time. Now, if we reject the explanation that you're a witch...”
He paused and then said, “And I haven't completely ruled that out yet ... anyway the only other theory we've come up with is that it's some sort of conditioning, imprinting, yes?”
She nodded.
“Now this lovely corset doesn't seem to have come with any magic powers, but I want to see if we can imprint you with some associations. So this is the game. Every hour you're going to come to me and ask very politely if you can play with yourself. You may only touch yourself at the appointed time. If you should miss an appointment, or I find that you've been cheating, you'll be spanked. Understand?”
She nodded again. The ground rules seemed clear. She became aware of Conscience purring in the background.
You approve of this program I take it?
Of course. I approve of anything that makes you look like a slut. This looks like being a good day. You'll either be masturbating, just finishing masturbating, or preparing to masturbate again. And possibly spanked into the bargain. I can't wait.
Not for the first time she wondered if this was really the way other people's consciences behaved.

“All right you can stand just there, that's right. Open your legs a bit, yes, perfect.”
She moved into position.
“Please sir,” she said with a curtsy and a smile, “May I play with myself?”
He paused and then said to himself, “I wonder if you should have panties after all? Then you'd have to ask permission to lower them as well...”
He thought for a moment and then said, “No, perhaps another time.
“All right, go on, dear.”
She began, but just as things were getting interesting he said, “All right, that's enough for now.”
“What? But that was hardly any time. Please, just a little more...”
”Next time. Off you go now.”
And then she was dismissed to her own devices to do whatever she would normally do on a Saturday. For a certain value of normal, she reflected, considering that she was wearing high heels, black seamed stockings, a weapons grade corset and nothing else.

For the next few hours she returned to him to perform. Each time she had felt a bit silly, and more than a little embarrassed, and now as she was pottering about in her studio she was feeling a bit frustrated as well. Each time had been brief, far too brief to get anywhere. He never let her go longer than thirty seconds, sometimes only ten or fifteen. Gradually, inevitably, she began to feel that she would really like to do a complete one, but she had been warned not to cheat. She couldn't deny that it was all building a cumulative effect, but as for any 'associations', the only one she could feel right now was slight annoyance.

She had just finished up an inventory of a shelf when she was aware of him behind her.
“You seem to have forgotten something.”
“What...?” and then she looked at the clock. Five minutes past the hour.
“Oh, I'm sorry. I got distracted... Please sir may I masturbate?” she added hurriedly.
“In a moment. But I think you have something else to ask me first don't you?”
“First...? and then she became aware of Conscience, who was positively giddy with delight.
Her heart sank.
“Oh, yes...” There were consequences for missing a time. She took a deep breath and then looking down said,
“I'm very sorry that I didn't come when I should have. Please... may I have my spanking?”
“Yes, you may. Lean over the table, please.”

She obeyed and waited. Spankings were not a main feature of their games, but they happened from time to time. Certainly Fifi had been spanked for misdemeanours, or just for fun, though both agreed not nearly enough. Some spankings were playful, and some were erotic, accompanied with caresses, kisses, general hanky panky. This wasn't that kind. After a moment the first one landed hard and loud on her right cheek, causing her to yelp in surprise. The ping pong paddle again, she just had time to think, before four more landed in the same place in quick succession. They were followed immediately by five hard swats to her left cheek. The last was the hardest.
“All right, you can get up. She stood and faced him.
“That really hurt. A lot,” she pouted, gingerly rubbing her hot, red bottom.
”Rather the point of a spanking. Now did you have something else you wanted to say?”
She nodded. “I'm sorry I was late. Please may I masturbate now?” She muttered.
“Hmmm. I think perhaps you need a bit more discipline.” He held out something. It was the black panties.
She understood and pulled them on.
“Now what do you say?”
“Please sir,” she said in a quiet voice, her cheeks burning as red as her bottom. “Please may I pull my panties down and masturbate for you?”

“Yes, you may. Ten seconds.”
“Please, can I do it a little longer? I really want to...”
“I'm sure you do, but you've been naughty haven't you?”
She nodded again, and began.
Afterwards she had to ask permission to pull up her panties as well.

The day wound on. She was very careful not to lose track of the time again. They had lunch out in the yard, (she had to sit very carefully) and then resumed at one o'clock. Every hour she made her request. Once it was a near thing when she couldn't immediately find him, but she wasn't spanked again.
The only other thing of note happened at six o'clock. She had just presented herself and begun to say, “Please may I...” when the doorbell rang.
“Hold that thought,” he said. “Won't be a moment.”
“No...!” and then she had a terrible thought. “You didn't invite Ian!? I can't...”
“Why? What's the problem? I'm sure he'll give you permission if you ask nicely.”
She waited for a few tense moments until he returned.
“False alarm. It was just next door bringing us some misdirected mail. Carry on...”

Finally at 8 oclock she stood before him and requested permission again. They had begun at nine in the morning. This would be the twelfth time.
“Yes, you may. You've been very good today, mostly, so this time you may finish. You should probably lie down for this one. Oh, and you can leave your panties off when you've finished.“


Epilogue

The next day she was tidying up the playground. It was a never ending task, but it had to be done. Besides making sure that their toys were discreetly stowed, there was the general mess of cast off things and works in progress which always seemed to wash ashore in the playground.
She was just finishing when she spied the corset lying where it had been shed at the intermission of festivities before he had carried her off to a more comfortable venue. What with one thing and another, and another it had been forgotten. Well, that wouldn't do. It was too fine a piece to be treated like that, and definitely not something one wanted unprepared vistors tripping over. She bent to pick it up. It had been an interesting and frustrating day, but the whole business of building an 'association'?
Like it was some kind of magical battery which only needed charging. Silly...
But when her fingers touched it she felt a jolt, almost like an electric shock. She eeped, jerked her hand back, overbalanced and fell back onto a fortunately located chair.
What the hell was that? bleated Conscience.
You felt that?
I'm your imaginary playmate with no body or sensory apparatus whatsoever, but if I had socks they'd have been knocked off!
Gingerly she reached for the garment again. She was prepared this time, and the sensation wasn't so overpowering. But it was definitely there. Sheer lust, dialed to 11. She had an urge to... she wanted to... she really needed to...
It took effort not to strip right then and put it on. But then what...?

So, said conscience. Not such a silly experiment after all. I can't wait to see you locked in it again. I imagine you'll do anything he tells you to... anything at all...
She could picture it, only too clearly. Just holding it in her hand she still felt waves of lust. What would it be like to be laced into the thing, feeling its full force?
But of course, Conscience continued thoughtfully, he might not let you do anything... he might just tie your hands and listen to you beg while you jiggle and squirm for hours... moisture dripping down your legs, while you make such interesting noises...
Conscience painted a lurid, and far too plausible a situation. It would be just like that.
And if he got tired of listening he could pop in that cute ball gag. Or maybe he'd let you suck on one of those penis gags, you'd like that, wouldn't you...?

But he might not really do that...
No? It seems like a fair trade for all the times you made him wear his tutu, don't you think...?
Damn.
Conscience was right. He could, he absolutely would, leave her in that state indefinitely...
So, no point in waiting. You'd better trot off and tell him all about your lovely corset.
Me? Tell him...?
Well I can't, obviously. Imaginary playmate, remember? Of course he might figure it out himself, but I really think you should. No point in waiting. Oh, you're going to have such fun, missy. I must call Jane, she won't want to miss it...
And somehow she could hear Conscience getting fainter as she went off into the astral to find Miss Austen.
I don't think she's nearly as immaterial as she claims, she thought, as she left the playground to look for him.
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Re: The Game 27 - The Corset

Post by Tie or Be Tied »

Been away for a while and catching up on stories. This is another good one, putting an interesting spin on things.

Particularly liked the hints in the epilogue of her being bound and penis gagged. Can't forget the vibrator on sporadic low speed.

Of course, he could use his own penis instead of the penis gag.

Other possibilities include him being dressed in the tutu while she is in the corset. Another is for her to wear the tutu and him the corset to see if the properties stay the same with a change of sex. Maybe even get Ian into one or both outfits.

Keep up the good work.
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