Corsets On Sundays

Across the courtyard of overgrown ivy, uncut roses and wildflower beds, Lulu looked out at the empty driveway. Victor was late again. She patiently waited, naked on the bed. Unfortunately, one hour later, her erotic desires evaporated. Victor’s discourtesy was consistent. She expelled disappointment with a sigh when she thought of his passionate embrace, powerful thrusts and charming smile lurking somewhere in the country hills and not in her presence. Lulu was alone on another lazy Sunday afternoon.

A phone call broke her trance. “Bonjour, my Lulu.”

“Don’t ‘my, Lulu’ me! I’ve been waiting almost two hours. Victor, I’ve had enough. It’s one thing to have me play your toy in bed but I will not sit around and wait for it,” she said.

“My love, forgive me. I have a surprise for you -”

“An excuse for being late – again?”

“No. No excuse. I am late, yes, but…will you be waiting?” Lulu’s eyes rolled back into her eye sockets and her free arm gestured obscenities; Victor’s suave manner enticed her. “I am here,” she said and signed again.

Victor and Lulu meet every Sunday for uninhibited sex with no strings attached. Neither of them wanted to deal with the complications a relationship brought so their arrangement worked well - the first couple months at least. Then one Sunday Victor didn’t show up. He apologized the next day saying he was away on business. Lulu knew about “business”, the most overused excuse men seem attached to.

She granted his apology unaware that it would not be the first time. Victor was the type of man who only existed in a Rosemary Rogers romance novel: charming, intelligent, dominating, romantic and unbelievably fantastic in bed -all the usual benefits that come from the great hero in a book. But Lulu was real, not a character in a novel and was only Victor’s sexual priority, which when she thought about it, should have placed her on the top of his list. Unfortunately, Lulu didn’t know what place she held in his book but on Sundays, she expected to be first.

Lulu stared out at the church’s golden steeple and at the cross that towered above the town reminding residents of their duty and worth. If the priest only knew she was standing nude in the window awaiting Victor, her Sunday afternoon fuck. She smiled to herself.

“I want to try something different,” Victor said as he entered the hall.

“Different, eh? How about making it here on time next Sunday. That would be different.”

“My Lulu, I apologize for being a man. Here, open it.” Lulu took the red packaged box reluctantly. She was angry with him and despised the fact that she was falling into his trap of excuses again. She looked up at his standing in front of her, eager like a schoolboy for the gift to be opened. His eyes were wide and his smile, tender, barely showing his excitement. He melted her core.

“Trying to bribe me?” Lulu said as she took the gift.

“No bribing, just hoping to explore. Go on, open it,” he said, waiting while he tapped his foot on the floor. “A corset?” she asked looking up at him dumbfounded. Several Sundays ago, Lulu and Victor had a conversation about the stimuli clothing played in sex. It turned out to be a heated discussion. Victor wanted her to wear a corset, restrict her breathing and movement while she submitted to him. Lulu was up for submission but didn’t understand the need for the corset, as submission in her opinion held its place from within, a permission slip from the mind of the slave opposed to the promise of the package.

“Yes, I spent hours picking it out for you. That’s why I was late.”

“Great, make me feel bad.”

“No, I do not want to make you feel bad. I want to make you feel good!”

“With a corset, eh?”

“Yes, think of it - ”

“I have,” Lulu interrupted. “I thought we had this discussion months ago.”

“Do you not think you will feel sexy in this?” Victor asked.
“Yes, but I feel sexy enough in my own skin. I don’t need this,” she said flinging the red satin on the bed.

“Perhaps you will change your mind when you put it on,” Victor smirked.

“You’ve obviously never worn one. Wouldn’t you like to find out what it’s like?” With nothing else to say, Lulu nodded her head and offered a polite smile.

She stood up to go into the washroom to put on the corset but Victor stopped her. “No, no, no. My Lulu, come here,” he said as he untied her robe, “I will put it on you. Besides, you can’t do it alone now, can you?” When his right eyebrow raised, Lulu’s knees weakened. Something about the devilish look in his eye filled her with mysterious anticipation. Victor slipped the corset on as elegantly as a man could and began to tighten the laces. Lulu discreetly readjusted her breasts into place and stood holding her hair up.

“I love your neck, Lulu,” he said as he began to lace her up.

“My neck? What do you love about my neck?” she asked.

“It is a long neck, like that of a swan. Perfect for leather collars with ropes of chain, you know,” he said, tracing his fingertips along the nape of it.

“Hmmm, tell me more,” Lulu asked. His gentle touch sent shivers up and down her spine and she felt goose bumps rise on her skin.

“About what? What I love about you or the chains?”

“Depends on the mood you’re trying to get me into.”

“You like this, don’t you?”

“What? You telling me what you love about me?”

“Yes.”

“What woman wouldn’t?”

Victor ran his fingers through Lulu’s auburn locks. “I love the color of your hair,” he continued. “The shades of wild red and soft brown fight for attention.”

“Remind me not to change it,” she muttered.

“And your skin…it is like milk.”

“Milk?” Lulu’s eyes opened and her eyebrows scrunched together, though she said nothing more as to not kill the romance he was trying to infest her with.

“Yes, I love milk – pure white – I love the smell, the taste and the feel against my lips. Your skin reminds me of milk.”

“I’ve never been given that comparison before,” Lulu said, still waiting for

Victor to make his devilish move on her; they lost over two hours because of his corset excursion.

“I’m certain that you also love the fact that I am willing to play with zero attachment. A man’s dream, no?”

“Well, yes, I must admit, it is a turn on,” he said, then traced the contours of her shoulder with his lips.

“Why? Why does zero attachment make for a more exciting sex?”

“Because, my Lulu,” Victor said, still devouring her milky skin, “ it makes you the perfect woman. Emotional attachment causes complications in a relationship. I respect you for your independence. You are a rare breed of woman, willing to submerse herself in the lustful world of sexual exploration without any expectation other than pure pleasure. If all women were like you…”

“If all women were like me, you would not appreciate me so.”

“Perhaps,” Victor said as he finished tying the last lace on her corset. Lulu could almost see the smirk and raised eyebrow when he answered.

“There, how’s that feel?” he asked.

“Well…good, though a little tight.”

“That’s the point, my Lulu,” he said, placing a blindfold across her eyes. Then he grabbed her hands and held them behind her and whispered in her ear, “Lulu, my love…play my slave.” She loved when he said that, though many times Victor would show up and they would just fuck like wild animals over and over until both were spent. She liked his creative play as it showed his interest in putting forth a little extra effort into their open relationship. Of course, her willingness always made him come back for more.

Victor led her to the balcony that overlooked the untamed garden and pressed her against the wrought iron railing. Standing outside bathed in pure daylight, Lulu embraced the wind’s caress across her partially covered body. She was surprised at the eroticism the corset brought. Her breasts were fully exposed while the corset’s edge dug underneath them and her ribs felt as though she were hugged too tightly to breathe easily. Her skin was warmed by the sunlight and shadows that danced upon her flesh, fueling the sexual energy as she his instructions.

Victor began to trace the contours of her corset down to the edges of her ass. She found it more and more difficult to take a deep breath especially as she became aroused. He kissed the nape of her neck, occasionally biting on her flesh. Lulu heard children’s laughter in the distance and foreign voices through the streets. She became petrified. Unexpectedly, she spoke: “Victor, I can’t out here. Someone might see me.”

“That is the point, my Lulu,” he said in a calm tone. “Do you wonder who is watching…wishing to be a part…to be here on this balcony as I am with you now? Do you wonder how many eyes will notice our actions?” His face moved toward her ear whispering desires into her soul. “You do not see yourself the way I see you. A corset – your hourglass figure accented when your waist is slimmed and your hips flared. It gives me something to hold on to when your ass flashes itself to my cock.” He bit her earlobe. Lulu stood terrified but entranced by the power and mysterious opportunity he presented.

Victor held her hands firmly. Blinded by silk fabric covering her eyes, she tried to look through the small opening of the blindfold but the light was too bright and she couldn’t see anything real. “Feel the wind,” he whispered, “listen to the sounds. Who is watching you?”

“Victor, I –” she whined but Victor only grabbed her harder and pulled her closer to him so that she could feel his hardness up against her. Her heartbeat increased and she needed to take a deep breath but the tight laces kept her from it and Lulu felt her first dance with asphyxiation’s power. Her mind swirled with stormy erotic visions. She was enticed by his wicked power. His grip was strong; her breath restricted and Lulu slowly melted away her cares about others who may or may not see her. Lulu’s weakened body pressed against the rail and Victor plunged himself inside her. Lulu let out a controlled squeal, fearful that he would be ruthless with her but his thrusts were rhythmic like the bells from the church, echoing loyalty into the streets below.

“My God, Lulu, your scent is like a black widow’s poison. When I smell you, I am yours,” he muttered while one hand pulled at her hair and the other squeezed her hips. “Your skin – so soft it feels like feathers beneath my fingers.”

“Victor, tell me more,” she pleaded finding that his unexpected romantic words increased her excitement. But he didn’t. Victor continued his steady thrusts into her wet pussy, holding her hips strong and sturdy, panting. She felt his throbbing dick when he bent over her body and whispered, “You entice me like no other woman, Lulu”.

“Another thing you love about me?” she asked, still blinded by the silk cloth over her eyes, taking him in.

“I love many things about you,” he said between his huffs and puffs of air.

“Tell me more, Victor. You’re turning me on. Thrust harder and tell me more.”

“… so willing to play my slave… expect nothing more than what I offer. I love everything about you,” he said.

“Just don’t fall in love with me, Victor. It would complicate our relationship.”

Lulu felt him hesitate his pelvic thrust. She wasn’t sure why she said it.

Dreamy and sexually charged, she went with the flow but realized she spoke from her heart rather than her mind.

“Don’t stop, Victor. Make me cum. Don’t stop, please,” she said, hoping to coax him back into his sexual fantasy. “Yes, Victor! Fuck me harder,” she said trying to make him forget her stupid comment and place his focus back on sex.
“Your words drive me crazy. I love when you command me to fuck you harder!” he yelled. Then Victor grabbed her S-curved body, strengthened his grip and forced his pelvis closer to her skin. He prayed for stamina so that he could make Lulu orgasm; her song would echo through the cobblestone streets. He continued with mighty poise as Lulu held on to her screams before they jetted through the wind. She held back her moans, feeling them bubble inside but needed to scream; a fierce storm brewed within her and gushed out orgasmic sensations throughout her body.

She clenched her wet walls to keep him in longer but he only sank deeper into her soul. Her muscles tightened and held in the rapture of her pleasure but her orgasm burst and escaped through her perspired pores. Lulu’s mist sprayed into the air like oxygen giving life to those who came close enough and Victor needed her to revive him; he was merely a man and continued until he ejaculated into her.

He brought her inside the house and had her kneel by his feet as he sat on a chair. String by string he loosened the corset so that Lulu could breath.

“What?” she asked, kneeling and looking up at him. His expression was unfamiliar. His eyes were sweet and inviting, where usually there was distance in them.

“You’re so fucking hot in this corset, Lulu,” he answered.

“I’m happy you think so,” she said.

“Of course,” he said. “Problem is, I’m facing a dilemma.”

“Dilemma?” asked Lulu, still on all fours, waiting for his instruction.

“You look patient, calm…subservient and ready - kneeling before me.”

“Yes. Isn’t that what you hope to find from a woman willing to play your slave?”

“Yes, but –“

“But what?”

“I’m not sure. I think I just want to stare at you. I like how your ass looks up in the air – the way it arches your back…” He stopped to smirk. Horns started to develop in his eyes.

“I’m getting strange signals from you,” she said, repositioning herself onto her knees. “You’ve never been so … so… Never mind.”

“No. What? I’ve never been so, what?”

“Forget it. I can’t say it, Victor. Let’s just play or I will lose my interest for the rest of today.”

“No, please, don’t lose the moment. I’m sorry. I just suddenly saw you in a different way, that’s all. I can’t describe it. I don’t think I’ve ever really stopped and looked at you as the incredibly erotic and sexy woman that you are.”

Lulu sat up from her kneeling position and smiled at him. She grabbed his hand and kissed it. “It is only with you I feel so erotic. Maybe it’s because we have a “no strings attached” relationship that makes it so exciting; I never know what will happen. But I think it’s more the fact that you’re as willing as I to play and explore so freely without the expectation of love. It would be nice to find this kind of openness and comfort in a love relationship, but --”

“But it would be complicated, risky.”

“Yes, it would. Though …we do have fun together, Victor. We laugh, we play and we seem to enjoy each other’s company even though it is purely based on sex.”

“Yes, you are correct there. I’m sorry that you lost the moment.”

Lulu shrugged. “I had an orgasm and a totally erotic experience. I’m not complaining!”

“Yes, but you know I love to fuck you until you beg for mercy.”

“Perhaps next Sunday…if you’re on time.”

Victor smiled and then moved forward to kiss her. His kiss seemed different this time: softer, more delicate as though his lips wore romance. It was not a Victor kiss.

“Victor, make love to me,” Lulu said under her breath, eyes rolled back into her head as his touch steamed the perspiration off her skin.

“I can’t, my Lulu.”

“Why?” she asked, still entrapped by his kisses on her neck, the one he loved so much.

“Because I may fall in love with you.” Lulu pulled away, looked into Victor’s eyes and placed her delicate palms on his cheeks. “Would that be so bad?” she asked. He stared into her eyes, hesitant to offer an answer. Lulu waited patiently, subserviently as always. He may be late for their meetings but always proved to be worth the wait. Lulu tried to decipher the language of his eyes, a language she had not seen before. Without warning Victor picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He took off her corset and made love to Lulu, despite the consequences.

Risk became their new spice and corsets on Sundays their new pledge.

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