by I. M Rogue
It was the first time I had seen Courtney in street clothes and she looked amazing. She wore black leather pants that highlighted her legs and ass temptingly. On top she wore a black tank muscle shirt cut low exposing a generous amount of side boob. She looked so sexy and it just reaffirmed how much I wanted her. But finding her so quickly suddenly made me scared – it was put up or shut up time for real now. I pushed any thought that she might reject me out of my head and focused on my goal.
How should I approach her? What if she gets really angry that I’m here? I know she likes me – she just has high standards that I need to meet. Why – I don’t know yet.
My heart pounded harder as I walked up to her. When I reached her I was too nervous to speak and just stood behind her, gawking and awkward. Finally she turned around and noticed me.
God she looks so beautiful. I need her. It’s hard not to touch her.
“Hi” I offered sweetly, like nothing had happened.
She looked me up and down and I could tell she liked what she saw. A glimmer of hope ignited in my heart.
“Can I help you with anything” the sales girl inquired.
“No I am just here to talk to Courtney” I answered.
“Well I don’t want to talk to you. You had your chance Belle.” Courtney scoffed.
She turned and went back to browsing and I just stood there for a moment, than pretended to browse too. After a few minutes she turned back around and saw me.
“Why are you still here?”
“I needed to be close to you” I whispered.
“Go away Belle and quit stalking me.”
Her rejection stung and hurt me deep down. I was dying to touch her, longing to smell the scent of her hair - needing to interact with any little piece of her.
“Please mistress” I persisted, “Is there anything I can do for you? Rub your back, carry your bags, kiss your feet? I’ll do anything to make it up to you.”
“Good, try going away” she scoffed and walked to another section.
My knees felt weak watching her sexy ass shimmy as she walked in the leather pants. She strode strong and confident, her shape undulating invitingly with each step.
“Do you sell any food here?” She asked the sales girl. “I am a little hungry.”
“No I am sorry, just beverages.”
I saw my chance and bolted out of the store heading for the grocery. I went to the deli counter and ordered her a sandwich and soda. I realized it should have something more - she was special and her lunch should be special. I remembered her mentioning that cherries were her favorite fruit so I picked up a bag of cherries and headed back.
When I arrived back at the vintage store she was laughing with the sales girl.
They seem to be getting closer. Maybe just friends?
I rushed up to Courtney to present my offering.
“I got you some lunch” I stated holding out the bag.
Both girls looked at me and then the sales girl gave Courtney a sideways smile. My crush was clearly becoming obvious, but I didn’t care.
“Give it up Belle” Courtney scoffed.
I took out the sandwich and drink and set it down on the rack in front of her.
“Are you sure, I got some fresh cherries with it?”
For a moment she looked impressed, than her expression changed.
“Do you want a sandwich Stacy?” She asked the sales clerk.
They are on a first name basis?
Stacy declined with a sly smile. Courtney picked up the sandwich and threw it in the garbage can, then turned around and glared at me – I got the metaphor but didn’t allow it to detour me.
“What about the cherries” I stammered.
“I have already had enough of your cherries” she mocked. “Besides, don’t you prefer strawberries?”
“Yes” I replied obediently.
She rolled her eyes at how lame she found me and went back to browsing. I picked up a skirt and pretended to like it, refusing to leave her side.
“Would this look good on me?” I asked Stacy.
“Sure I think so. Why don’t you try it on?”
“Okay where are the changing rooms?”
“They are right back…”
“They don’t have any” Courtney interrupted. “Do it right here.”
“On the sales floor?” I asked.
“Yep, right here.”
She gave me a task. Yes! I knew she still wanted me deep down. I better not fail her.
There were a few other customers in the store but I put them out of my mind. I took a deep breath and dropped my skirt. Stacy’s eyes got huge and she looked around uncomfortably. I continued unwavering, stepping out of my skirt and standing before the two of them in just my pink panties. Two older women walked by and looked surprised to see me but I swallowed my pride and ignored them. However, it made Stacy uncomfortable.
“I think you should take this to the dressing room” Stacy suggested.
She led me to a back area with some small changing rooms. I liked the idea of more privacy but when I turned to see Courtney didn’t follow us disappointment took over. The only reason I was pretending to like this skirt was to be near her. I went in a changing room and sat down, having no real interest in trying on the skirt.
When I was about to leave the curtain opened and Courtney stood there leering at me – my pulse quickened and my heart leapt with hope.
“Do you still have those cherries?” She asked.
“Yes” I replied giddily handing her the bag.
She opened the bag and put one in her mouth, but didn’t chew. She sucked it for a moment and took it back out.
“Don’t you like them” I asked.
She grabbed my arm roughly and spun me around. I felt her hand slip into the back of my panties going straight for my ass. I stood frozen as she worked, determined to be obedient. I felt the cherry pressing against my asshole and pop in.
“This is what slutty little stalkers get” she leered.
“Thank you mistress.”
WACK! – a spank rang down hard on the bandage that covered the strawberry abrasion and I grunted in pain.
“You lost the right to call me mistress. You’re just some street skank to me now.”
“Yes…Courtney.”
“Finish trying on that ugly skirt slut” she stated and left.
She is trying to be mean, but there is something about it, she is intrigued by my effort. I know it.
I stood there for a long moment hoping she would return. Finally I turned around and just stood there, feeling too awkward with the cherry inside me to sit. The curtain swung open again and Courtney was back. In her hand she held a garment with lots of strings that I didn’t recognize.
“You know little Belle, I was thinking this would suit you perfectly.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a corset silly - a classic corset brassiere one piece from the Victorian era. Here, let me help you try it on.”
“Okay” I said beaming at her offer.
This is going somewhere. She is giving me attention. Don’t blow it Belle.
“Take off your top and your bra” she instructed.
I had them off in no time and stood proudly in front of her in just my panties. I watched her closely to see if she was checking me out but she remained cool. She wrapped the corset around my chest and stood behind me with the ropes. It was a one piece bra and corset combo similar to a bustier. The cups were small, actually a little too small even for my modest breasts, but I didn’t mind.
“Now we just got to tighten it to see how it fits” she mused starting to pull the lowest ties.
The corset slowly became snug around my upper waist and the small bra cups closed in around my chest.
“How does that feel so far” Courtney asked.
“It’s a little tight in the chest but that’s okay.”
“I know just what we need. Don’t go anywhere” she smirked leaving me in the changing roo
m.
When she returned she spun me around.
“These should help” she mentioned reaching for my breasts.
In her hand were paper clips. She tugged the bustier cups away from my breast and began attaching the paper clips to my nipples. Immediately my nipples began stinging but I stood strong pretending I didn’t notice. She forced my hard nipple through the first clip like a vice and slid it all the way to the base, then clipped two more on to the tips. The pain was offset by the thrill of her pulling my nipples.
She is touching me in an intimate way. Mmm.
After attaching three clips to each nipple she pulled the corset cups back over my breasts. Their tight fit pressed the clips down and tugged on my nipples painfully. Still I remained strong and obedient.
“Does that feel better?” She asked.
“Yes mistress…I mean Courtney.”
She glared at me and then turned me back around to continue fastening the strings.
“I already mentioned you don’t have permission to call me that. I guess you need to be reminded.”
I braced for another spank to my strawberry but instead I felt her hand go back into my panties and pull them down around my ankles. Another cherry was forced into my ass joining the other one. My ass began tingling and throbbing from the twin cherries but she didn’t stop there. A third cherry was crammed in and then a fourth.
“Guh” I grunted as she shoved a fifth cherry inside me.
“Keep quite little slut” she hissed.
“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry.”
She began giving me the cherries to suck before forcing them up my ass. I would obediently suck each one and spit them into her hand. She would take it and cram it up my ass while I fought not to grunt. By the time we reached a dozen cherries I felt overstuffed and an occasional groan slipped out of me. Whenever I groaned she slapped the strawberry reminding me to keep quiet.
“I am feeling very stuffed ma’am.”
“Are you saying you want to quit?”
“No! - Ma’am can do what she wants to me.”
“You better not fucking disappoint me you little slut pretending to be a prude.”
Five more cherries were stuffed into my ass. Each one made it harder not to grunt loudly and my ass felt crammed full. I was so stuffed my hips felt like they were wider and my legs shook. When she finally finished I had to fight the urge to expel them and gripped them with my ass, softly groaning.
“You better not lose a single cherry” she threatened. “Now let’s get back to fitting this corset on.”
“Yes ma’am” I replied submissively.
I felt her grip the lowest strings again and yank hard. It tightened more pulling the bottom of my stomach in below my rib cage. She jerked again and it retracted further causing me to grunt some more. It felt like a really tight rope was tied around my stomach, trussing it in.
She moved up to the next string up and yanked it firmly.
“Ugh” I couldn’t restrain groaning when she jerked.
The corset began tightening just below my ribs snugly. She leaned into me and pulled it again. The corset squeezed into my ribs tightly, the metal boning searing into my skin. As she tugged I felt a cherry trying to slip out of me and I clenched my ass desperately.
She moved up to the next set of strings and again pulled hard. The corset tightened below my breasts, yanking the clips on my nipples mercilessly. Stinging joined the crushing sensation of the corset until a stinging throb continually rang through my tits. She pulled again – hard. For a moment I lost my breath and sputtered to breath in a panic.
“Hold still you prissy little wimp” she demanded.
I gulped for some air, collected myself, and stood as still as possible. My nipples stung and the boning of the corset was digging in deeper. Even though I felt squished my ass remained clenched securing the bounty of cherries as tightly as I could.
Courtney moved up to the top section of ropes and pulled firmly. The top tightened and my tits literally squished into my chest tugging the clips so much that each nipple cried like they were burning.
“Is that good enough ma’am” I asked flustered.
“Why am I not surprised you want to quit.”
“No, its okay ma’am. Please continue.”
She pulled again hard forcing the air out of my lungs. I gasped for more while trying to stand obediently still. Courtney lifted her leg and braced it against the wall for leverage. Then she pulled the top string so hard I could feel my chest retracting in on itself. My tits pan caked into my chest and the nipples flayed out, burning like a match was against them. She pulled one final tug which again expelled all the air out of my lungs - and again I struggled to breathe.
She kept her foot against the wall while she tied the corset off and I panted overwhelmed by the squeezing suffocation. I was so squished it was difficult to clench my ass and a cherry slipped out of me, landing at her feet with a plop. I wanted to apologize but I was feeling a little lightheaded.
“Lose another one and I’ll be very disappointed” she warned.
She turned me towards to mirror and had me look at myself. I was shocked that I looked much better than I felt. The corset was clearly crushing me thinner but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I looked sexy - in a bound up way. The corset had flattened my chest forcing cleavage lewdly up over to top. My other curves were exaggerated almost attractively. I hoped Courtney thought the same.
“Isn’t that sweet, you look just like a Barbi doll – except your now flat chest. It suits you don’t you think?”
“Yes ma’am. Do you like it ma’am?”
“I haven’t decided yet” she replied coyly. “But it has potential.”
Oh thank goodness. This is working.
“Thank you so so much ma’am.”
She looked at me hard.
“You really are trying aren’t you?”
“Not hard enough. I’ll do better for you – I promise.”
“I know how reliable your promises are you weak little prissy tramp. Don’t get your hopes up, your still a disappointing little slut.”
“Yes ma’am.”
It felt like I was going to be crushed by the corset, but she was giving me attention and I was anxious to please her. I had hope.
THE CORSET REDEMPTION
Courtney exited the changing room and I heard her calling out to Stacy. A moment later the two of them returned.
“What do you think about this outfit” she asked Stacy when they arrived.
I stood submissively before them in the small room, strapped up tightly and struggling to breathe - my pussy in full view. My breasts were throbbing from the tugging clips and my ass was overstuffed. Even so, I managed to smile at Stacy when she evaluated me.
“It looks very tight…but kinda sexy” she observed.
“She is a prissy little prude. Do you think she is sexy?” Courtney inquired.
Stacy’s chest started breathing deeper and her eyes went down to my exposed pussy. She licked her lips nervously and I could feel my embarrassed pussy heating up. Courtney had put Stacy on the spot and it was clear she was becoming aroused by my situation. I waited on pins and needles for Stacy’s answer, hoping to get a good review.
“Ya she’s hot” she stammered.
Courtney got behind her and slowly guided her into the room with me. The three of us were crammed into the small room with Stacy facing me.
Courtney has control of Stacy…and she is submitting.
“Feel her tits” Courtney encouraged her.
“Oh no I couldn’t do that. I don’t even know her.”
“Courtney grabbed the back of her hair sternly and repeated her request slowly.
“Feel-her-tits.”
Stacy’s hands raised and she placed them on my crushed, throbbing tits. She tried to squeeze but couldn’t grip them so she pushed her hand firmly against them. My nipples flared from the contact, sending bolts of pain through my chest, but I still managed to sm
ile.
“Feel her pussy” Courtney demanded gripping her hair tighter.
I started to lightly pant as I watched Stacy’s hand lower between my legs. She lightly petted my clit and it swelled under her touch. I was quietly becoming aroused but feared showing any sign of it to Courtney, worried it might remind her of my failure.
Stacy’s fingers traveled down to my pussy and her index finger traced the slit. I struggled to mask my growing arousal as this stranger helped herself to my long guarded treasure.
“You have a great body” she whispered to me.
“Thank you” I panted awkwardly.
Her finger slipped between my heated lips and dabbed at my juices sending a stroke of pleasure through me. I struggled to breathe in the corset and closed my eyes to focus on my loyalty to Courtney. Her finger delved several inches deeper and probed my pussy curiously. My crushed body seemed to be increasing the way pleasure felt.
“Oh” I panted getting wetter around her finger.
She started to slowly bang me and it felt incredible. My trussed upper body began rocking to the rhythm of her finger. Her breathing became audible - she was becoming aroused with me. Her attraction was flattering and increased mine.
“Feel my body” she cooed to me.
Suddenly Courtney jerked her back by the hair, pulling her finger out of me and making her grunt in pain.
“That’s enough, get out of here bitch” she scowled pushing Stacy out of the room.
Jealously – that was jealousy. She likes me – there is no doubting it now.
Stacy became angry and stated through the curtain that we better buy something or leave. It was unclear who she was angry with or which one of us she was attracted too. At first I thought it was Courtney, but now I started to think it was me. It was perfect, she was driving Courtney back to me.
Courtney was angry too, upset that her plan didn’t go how she wanted and she ordered me to put the skirt back on.
“But not the panties” she insisted.
She handed me my skirt and I struggled to bend over and get my leg through. I could bend at the waist but my back was held rigidly straight by the corset. As I bent it suffocated me even more and pulled agonizingly on my nipples. I felt another cherry drop out of me and plop on the floor. I failed getting the skirt on and stood waiting for my punishment for losing another cherry.
