An Audience for Corset Training with a Dom

I Always Think It’s Fun to Watch

I was wanting to plan a fun date night for my girlfriend, and thought of something extra hot. She’s been swamped with work lately, and finally finished a huge project, so I thought it was finally time for a sexy reward. She has always been curious about some of the kinky things my friends get up to. And I know one couple in particular who is into showing off their corset training dynamic. I tell my girlfriend to wear something that makes her feel hot, and then whisk her off her feet to my friend’s place…

Corset Training Builds Obedience…

We arrive and I can tell straight away my girlfriend is both nervous and titillated. There’s a kind of charged air in the living room, where my friends have set up a little play area: red satin pillows, champagne chilling in a silver bucket, and a velvet chaise that looks like it was just made for draping. The woman of the evening, Elle, answers the door herself, in a satin black robe. She gives my girlfriend a long, appreciative once-over; it’s not subtle, and it’s not meant to be. She smiles, obviously turned-on by our visit for her corset training, then looks to her Dom, Vincent.

“You look divine,” he says, ushering us in. I wink at my girlfriend and she seems to relax. The two of us get comfortable, snuggling in the plush pillows. We watch intently as Vincent prepares Elle for her corset training.

…As Well As Trust…

The look on Elle’s face is serene as she easily gives herself over to Vincent’s familiar hands. He slides the robe off of her body, so she is just in a sheer nude slip, fully exposed beneath it. Her eyes close, and he only has to gently grasp at her wrists or guide her hips for her to easily move exactly as he wishes. We can see how in sync they are, having performed this corset training ritual many times before bringing in an audience. There is a sense of urgency in the air, like when you are desperate in public to get fingered by your naughty neighbor, but the urgency is not chased. It just lingers. Every breathe keeping the four of us right there in the present moment.

When Vincent slides a vibrant blue corset over Elle’s head, she fully let’s go. You see her step into her happy place while Vincent’s strong hands tighten the garment around her waist. I watch Elle’s face transform, all the little anxieties and thoughts melting away as the laces tighten. Vincent loops the cords through the eyelets at the back, then, with the precision of someone who’s spent years making people beautiful and helpless at the same time, begins to draw them in. The blue silk hugs tighter, nipping in her waist, pushing her posture to an impossible, regal straightness. There’s a moment where Elle gasps, lips parted, as though the pressure is a flavor she wasn’t expecting. Then her chin tips up and she exhales a slow, shuddery sigh and a smile breaks across her face.

Corset Training Builds Lust

Vincent doesn’t just tie her up and leave her after corset training. He walks his hands up her spine, knuckles grazing gently, then slides his palms around her waist and holds her, testing the firmness of her new shape. He looks her in the eye, and speaks so softly only she can hear, and she nods solemnly. There’s something profoundly intimate about the way he handles her: as if he’s unveiling a masterpiece that belongs to both of them.

The room feels hotter. I realize my girlfriend has shifted imperceptibly closer to me, holding her breath, eyes wide, legs pressed tightly together. I can sense her pulse thrumming at her throat, the little muscle jumping as she swallows each new sight. The air is thick with expectation, and I know we’re both thinking of what it would feel like to have hands that certain, or to surrender so fully to someone you trust.

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