Chapter 7
Added 2023-12-13 19:03:51 +0000 UTCAUTHOR'S NOTE: Again, the Walmart links are included in case you wish to play along at home.
“It’s too tight, Mistress…”
The words are gasped as he yanks on the bottom of the garment trying to get it to pull down lower.
Do not complain, Leslie. It was purchased in your size and weight class according to your records.
His breath is hot and jagged as he takes short breaths trying to adust to feeling like a squeezed tube of toothpaste.
The little, corset crop top currently wrapped around him seemed to be almost locked to his skin. It was so tight on him that he was getting a feeling of claustrophobia. Not to mention that it made breathing a task. He could only get a little breath in before having to try again. It felt like he was doing cardio just by breathing.
The little tank-top was a very pale pink, with little flower patterns on it. It had seemed so erotic until he had tried to put it on. Now he regrets ever laying eyes on it. The cups of the ‘pushup’ top have compressed the glued on breasts he now wore, causing them to form almost a shelf of tits on his chest. Every move he makes he can feel the tops of them jiggle and yet there is no movement on his chest where they are glued. If anything the top is holding them locked into place letting the glue set stronger and stronger.
…which was exactly what that stupid video said to do to get them to adhere the best…
The thought makes him shudder. He had never seriously considered wearing fake breasts before today and his imagination was running wild with thoughts of how the heck to even get the giant things to unstick from his chest. The glue adhering them was a different brand than what had been used in the video and after he had applied them they felt extremely attached.
…very strongly attached…
…and now… now I’m wearing this corset top…
Despite himself, and feeling over his head in all of this, his little arousal stick down below was at full mast. Looking down he could not see it over the giant boobs...
…my boobs…
…being pushed up by his top.
Stop fidgeting, Leslie. Stand up straight.
…stupid watch…
“Yes, Mistress.”
Please put on the Black and Friday Deals Tarmeek Women's Sexy Lingerie Sexy Lingerie Satin Pajamas Lace Nightdress Silk Underwear Women Sleepwear Teddy Babydoll Bodysuit Sexy Lingerie for Women Naughty for Sex/Play.
It was bizarre hearing the voice that he was now associating as a ‘Mistress’ become somewhat robotic in listing out the title of the garment he was to wear, although as the words ‘Naughty for Sex/Play’ were said outloud it brought him right back to full arousal.
His hands lingered on the satiny material. It was so slick and soft…
…and pink...
He shimmied into it, trying to put it on like a tshirt. The corset top caught and bunched it. For a moment he found himself trapped, His arms were up and trapped in the tight garment, unable to move the satin material either up or down. He fought against the panic, even as his little gaspy, corset breaths made him hyperventilate. With slow little wiggles and grunts he managed to shimmy it down. The garment hugged his body somehow even tighter than the corset top, contouring to the curves the other garment gave him, while adding a new layer of constriction.
None of this mattered as the satin garment dropped down over his penis though. The soft touch of the material across the head of his member was single-handedly the most erotic thing he had ever felt. It sent shivers through his whole body all the way down to his toes.
The feeling made him suddenly aware of every garment he was wearing. The stockings, the corset top and the satin babydoll, all layered onto him as if he were a sexy package to unwrap. His smooth, hairless skin only emphasized the erotic feel of everything.
The only thing that broke the illusion of him feeling like a sexy, slutty girl was the tent poking out of the front of the satin teddy. It was a tent he could not even see because of the giant fake tits, but rather felt it throbbing, as his body funneled all blood and thought down to that appendage.
…oh God… I have to cum….
Please put on the Pink High Heels for Women Pointed Toe Women Open Toe Sandal Fluffy Feather Strappy High Heel Shoes High Heels Sexy Women Buckle Sandals
The words again took on the slightly uncanny valley aspect of listing the product he was supposed to don. It did nothing to dissuade the rampant arousal coursing through him. His hand hovered over the black heeled boots on the counter before moving to the pink and fluffy sandals.
It was then that he discovered an issue. Bending down to put the shoes on was going to be a challenge. In the tight top and tighter night dress, bending at all was proving to be an issue. Just trying to put them down on the floor was a challenge. He bent as far as he could and still had to drop them to the ground for the last foot. Standing back up he had to gasp for breath. The whole outfit was an erotic bondage.
Yet as he slid his stocking-clad foot into the pink, fluffy heel...
…oh God… I’m going to cum right now. Why is this so hot?
He knew the answer. It was hot because he was being ‘made’ to do it. Even knowing he could stop at any time, it was still overwhelmingly hot to be dressing in clothes that he did not pick out. It was hot because he was being ordered to dress like a slut.
Stepping up into the heel made his heart flutter with awkward fear. The little heel made his ankle wobble, especially without the strap closed, yet he wasn’t sure how to do it. It took an awkward trial and error to get the first one fastened. The solution was finally achieved by hoisting the satin teddy up to his hips, lifting his foot up onto the kitchen chair, holding his breath and leaning forward to clumsily fasten the strap.
The second heel was achieved the same way, with the added danger of having to stand on the other heel and keep balance while doing it.
As he finally got the clasp fastened, he staggered trying to get his balance. Feeling both hot and foolish, with his ‘dress’ pulled up to his hips revealing his little erection while staggering around on the thin heels, he tried to balance enough to pull the garment back down his hips.
Please return to the corner for the remainder of your punishment time Leslie. You currently have: Forty two minutes and eighteen seconds of corner time to complete, as well as an additional punishment afterwards.
His face flushed and his feet started awkwardly moving to obey before his rational mind could even object.
Standing in the corner in his fluffy heels, wrapped in lingerie with his nose pressed to the wall felt like an out of body experience. His heart was beating so rapidly and each beat seemed to echo with a throb of his very hard penis.
Hands behind your back, Leslie.
He clasped his hands behind his back, lost in the hazy arousal of sub-space. He found himself thinking of what he must look like, in his sexy outfit, standing in the corner. He had never had the most masculine physique. Short, skinny and awkward would have been an apt description. But wrap those qualities into a sexy package and he wondered.
Do I look as sexy as I feel right now?
His boob shelf formed by the corset pressed into the corner ahead of him. It prevented his erection from touching the corner and it suddenly became a singular focus. Just a little touch of the satin wrapped appendage against the wall would feel so good. He pushed his hips forward only to hear the voice immediately.
Stand up straight, Leslie. Do not fidget or more time will be added.
Leslie sighed and stood up straight. He nibbled his lip. His feet were starting to hurt. It felt like he had been standing here in the corner forever.
You have forty minutes remaining on this punishment. Please stand straight and hold the position.
…oh God…. I’ve only been standing here for two minutes. I can’t do this. I have to cum. I have to…
Stand up straight, Leslie. Do not fidget. Five more minutes have been added.
Leslie whimpered and arched his back, standing up straight. He knew he should just stop. The stupid machine couldn’t make him do this. What was the worst thing it could do. It was only an imaginary voice.
He let his mind slip into subspace, to avoid thinking about the painful heels and the constricting outfit. He pictured the sexy girl with her nose in the corner, forced to be there for being naughty. Somehow his arousal grew even greater.
Just a little more and then I’ll put a stop to this…
The thought echoed through his empty sub-space brain over and over and over…
