She did this to herself. Well, I mean, I may have wanted this as well, so much that I sent her measurements to a craftsman so that the fit would be perfect.

Yuri had shared with me a few weeks ago that she was concerned that she was getting rounded shoulders because of slouching. She’d begun adding posture exercises to her daily work out routine, but still had to remind herself to stand and sit straight. I simply asked if she would like me to help her. She said yes.

Imagine her surprise when I gave her a gift this morning – her own metal, under the breast corset made to her exact measurements. Yuri is not allowed to wear bras. Of course, since it’s a corset, there’s room in the back to lace it firmly yet comfortably or to pull it tight, Scarlett O’Hara style.

“You’ll wear this for two hours today. Tomorrow, three, the next day, four. This will continue until you are wearing it a total of ten full hours,” I explained as I tied her laces. “To begin, I’ll tie it to simply match your body. As you become more used to it, though, I’ll begin to tighten. There. Comfortable?”

She wiggled a bit then said, “No, Eli, it isn’t. I don’t like it at all!”

I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms.

She pouted then said, “But I did ask for help, so I’ll try. If I hate it, can I take it off?”

“No. In fact, I’ve made a fairly complicated knot to make sure it stays in place. I will take it off you when it’s time. If you still hate it after three days, I won’t make you wear it except for punishment,” I relented.

She agreed.

THREE DAYS LATER

Yuri stood with her back to me. We had just finished our morning lovemaking. Since I take her pussy in the mornings, she cleans my cock with her mouth after I have come. I’m always surprised when, more times than not, she continues to orgasm while performing this delightful task! Once she finished her pleasure, I held her in my arms until her breathing slowed to normal.

“Today, I think, I will be tightening your laces. Are you ready for that?” I murmured to her.

“Probably not, but I’ve gotten used to the corset. I can’t bend at all when I wear it so my posture has improved, I can’t argue that. But Eli, I have just gotten used to it. Can’t you wait a few more days? Please?” she cajoled.

Most of Yuri’s other relationships didn’t last because her begging and whining always broke down her other dominants, who eventually gave in to her whims. Not me. I simply didn’t stand for it.

“Absolutely not,” I stated with authority. “Stand up. Now.”

Whining, she obeyed. I pulled her laces so that they were ever so slightly tighter than before. She gasped in surprise and said, “Eli! I can’t breathe!”

I knew perfectly well she could based on the rapid up and down movement of her small breasts.

“That’s it. Bend. Elbows on the bed. I warn you. Do not break position,” I commanded.

She turned, her mouth hanging open.

“NOW!”

She got into position.

I opened my dress and chose a beautiful, heavy leather looped riding crop.

“Count.”

And she did. I watched, fascinated, as her skin pinked up and my cum slowly oozed from her red rose. I marveled at her straight back. She took the spanking well, so I stopped after six strips – three on each cheek.

I helped her stand, held her close, and praised her for how well she accepted her punishment.

“I’m sorry, ” she mumbled as she sniffed her runny nose. She looked up at me and kissed my cheek. “I really am glad you don’t fall for my shit. I’m glad you hold me to my promises and agreements. Mostly, I’m glad I’m yours.”

I kissed her full on the lips, holding her face in my hands. When I pulled away, her eyes were soft and dewy. I said, “And I’m glad I’m yours.”

DAY 8

We had just come back from dinner out. Yuri had work a beautiful, loose fitting dress. Her posture was perfect. In fact, after she returned from using the restroom, she had a lovely smile on her face. I gave her a questioning look.

“A lady in the bathroom just complimented me on my posture. She said she hates how ‘young people’ today just slouch around.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Oh I just thanked her and said I was very conscious of my posture at all times these day.”

I’d laughed and we’d finished dinner. When we got home, I ordered Yuri to take off her dress. I wanted her.

Grinning, she quickly complied right there in the kitchen. I felt her petals and they were already wet. I couldn’t wait. I bent her over the counter with one hand and worked to undo my belt and trousers with the other. When I was finally free, I plunged inside of her. Her muscles immediately contracted around me and I felt her trembling begin. Obviously, she was just as hot for me. In an embarrassingly short period of time, we’d both come.

I stepped back slightly and she slid to the floor, her hand around my balls, her mouth covering my dripping cock. She sucked me down her throat, her eyes up, looking at me with the softness only a sub state of mind could bring on. She needed more. I allowed this to continue until she again found release.

I helped her stand and ordered her to the bedroom.

“On your belly, woman. I’m not finished watching you come yet.”

I stripped out of my clothes once in the bedroom and feasted my eyes on her luscious body, her torso still encased in the corset. I opened my drawer of treasures and made my selections. I spread her legs then spread her cheeks. She moaned. I injected my own special lubrication into her anus. It’s a mixture of coconut oil and ginger paste.

She moaned with pleasure at first, but when I heard the “OH MY GOD” I knew she was feeling the ginger. By then I was sitting her rump and tightening her laces.

“Breathe in, Yuri. I want to see just how tight this will go. You only have a short time left before you hit your ten hours today, so it won’t be for long,” I crooned.

Surprisingly, she obeyed. By her moans and yips, I knew the discomfort was acute, but also satisfying as her body began to thrash, wracked by the throes of her pleasure. I got off of her and flipped her over onto her back. She was sweating, red faced, and perfect.

“Stand up,” I ordered.

I had to help her obey, but she did so. She leaned against the wall to remain upright as her orgasms continued to course through her body.

I cannot begin to describe the beauty of the messy vision in front of me. Once her hands reached downward, and I grabbed them at the wrists, holding them above her head. She was incredible.

After about fifteen minutes, the burn from the ginger had receded and her pleasure was lessening. I kissed her, pulling her hard against me. As I held her, I began to undo my knots and loosen her laces. She sagged against me.

We showered, cuddled, and eventually, slept.

DAY 11

“Eli?”

“Hmm?”

It was about 8:30 in the morning and we’d just finished breakfast. After last night, I had decided to give her a break from the corset today, so she was dressed only in her silk robe.

“Well, are you going to put the corset back on me today?” she asked shyly.

“I had planned on giving your body a break today,” I answered.

She looked a bit sad. I lifted her chin with my finger and said, “It’s best for your body that way. However, don’t get used to it.” My voice became stern. “Tomorrow you’ll be wearing it again and you’ll keep it on until I take it off. Agreed?”

She grinned delightedly and said, “Agreed.”