A glimmer of excitement shone in her eyes as she peeled back the tissue she smiles at the black, boned corset with red lace trim and satin bows beneath each breast cup's curve Gasping at its beauty she trails a finger down and over the cups tracing the bow beneath. Her lover stands behind whispering, urging her to try it on before lifting the bodice out of the box he wraps it round her gentle body and she shivers, a little at the firm embrace holding her, as a lover’s grip while he pulls the laces, and kisses her shoulders She smiles at her reflection and her heart beats, a little quicker at the firm garment shaping her body, he nuzzles her neck, and murmurs - NOW you look pretty, a wicked grin reflected he pulls the strings but still not shapely enough, his breath caressing her neck a little tight, she gasps as he kisses her reddened face but you’re still not sexy enough yanking them tighter yet she feels confined gasping for breath, as panic sets in He laughs watching the pain evident in her face while tears streak down her cheeks as she begs, PLEASE! he strains, to heave, the last, half inch CRACK! unsteady - she turns a ghastly hue look at my pain - you thankless bitch, see how these laces dig my hands as I squeeze your fat to thin blood now stains the strings As droplets drip, splashing the ground, her body limp, in his arms Her breath shallow, heart beat slowing, He whispers as a menacing glare glints his darkened pools Now you can be beautiful in death as you never were in life.
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