1. New Life


    Date: 9/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    feet were not touching the ground and my entire weight was hanging from the bar. The chains attaching the cuffs around my ankles to the floor were not quite tight but they were very close. The corset felt looser on me but Rhonda and Mistress were standing on either side of me and beginning to tighten the side laces of my corset. They started at the middle again and what had been pleasantly tight around my waist now became a crushing f***e squeezing me unmercifully. I was having difficulty breathing and they hadn't even begun to tighten it around my chest yet. I blurted out, &#034Please Mistress not so tight&#034. As soon as the words left my lips I knew the mistake I'd made and at least I was smart enough not to say anything else. Mistress turned and immediately walked out of the room. Rhonda merely stood and looked at me with disdain. I don't know if it was because I'd spoken without permission or because I didn't want the corset any tighter. Mistress was back very quickly and she was carrying the black leather helmet. Without a word she slipped it over my head and arranged it so the openings were over my eyes. She worked the tubes up into my nostrils and then f***ed the gag into my mouth and buckled the strap holding it there. She went behind me and I could feel her tightening the laces that pulled the helmet tightly around my head and neck. She tied off the laces then grabbed the bulb on the end of the tube leading to the gag. As I watched her squeeze the bulb I felt the ...
    gag inflating in my mouth pressing my tongue down and my cheeks out against the helmet. She dropped the bulb and went back to my side and both their fingers went back to the side laces of the corset. I was glad she hadn't buckled the blindfold in place. I could already see how much slimmer my waist appeared and I did want to watch my new figure develop. Mistress and Rhonda worked as a team beautifully. They began working at the top of the laces and the pressure on my chest took on the same crushing feel as that at my waist. I could only breathe with short shallow breaths but with those breaths only my upper chest rose and fell and with it my new breasts. The rest of my chest was trapped in the corset so movement above the corset was much more pronounced. I was fascinated with watching myself breathe. It looked so sexy to me. I had always enjoyed watching female opera singers as their breasts rose and fell above their breasts. Their fingers went to the bottom of the laces and my thighs were squeezed even tighter together. As they worked up, my hips and buttocks got the same treatment. As my buttocks were squeezed in and together the pressure from the plug in my rectum grew. I hadn't thought the pressure in my groin could be any greater but I was wrong. I had never believed the stories about women fainting as they were tight laced in the Victorian era. I believed them now, I felt as if I would faint at any time. I wondered if Mistress had smelling salts with her. They both tied ...
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