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escape her as he crooked it inside her.
    A few moments later, he withdrew, released her, and said, “Go now. Get ready… The room at the top of the stairs is for you. Return here when you’ve prepared yourself.”
    The slave’s knees were weak as she left the room, but she didn’t look back. She knew it was forbidden. Hurrying to a room that was actually very familiar to her, she tried to calm herself, but it was impossible. Desire and delicious apprehension were like a source of energy inside her.
    A hot, scented bath was already waiting for her, and she began to prepare herself, as instructed, stripping off her sweaty corset, her shoes, and her stockings, ready to step naked into the tub. As she began to wash herself, the temptation to touch her sex surged again and she had to take up the sponge instead of using her fingers, charging it heavily with thick, fragrant lather.
    Her bathing was scrupulous, but soon, her good intentions shattered and she abandoned the sponge. Wondering again about CCTV cameras, she began to use her fingers upon her needy flesh. She explored very niche and fold, every sensitive hidden treasure. The slave brought herself to orgasm again and again, and each time she came to her peak, she tried not to cry out lest her master hear her sharp cries of pleasure. Gasping afterward, she upbraided herself for her lack of control… even while she smiled, ridiculously proud of her wickedness.
    When the bath was finally finished and her skin dry and polished, the slave was faced with yet another restrictive garment. The basque-like corset that had been chosen for her was made of soft black leather and reinforced with a series of stiff bones, a far more rigorous construction than the garment she’d traveled in. She felt embarrassed as she slipped it over her head and she realized it covered nothing but her midriff and upper belly. She felt the onset of panic even as she laced it herself. She tried for tightness, as fierce as she could make it. Her master would expect its grip on her body to be unremitting. Unrelenting.
    Tighter and ever tighter became the basque, constricting her waist and deforming her inner organs. The slave felt her breathing become shallow and her beleaguered innards pressed down to create stress in her sex. She felt as if she might burst. She felt as if she could climax at any second. And yet still, she tightened, and tightened… her core aching for contact with every tug. Another orgasm drew close, teasing her flesh, then quickly bloomed.
    While she stood, still shaking and wet from her pleasure, she attached long black suspenders to the lower edge of the corset and then slid sheer black stockings up her smooth, waxed legs. The last preparations were another pair of high-heeled shoes and the silver-and-onyx clips, as specified.
    The slave hissed between her teeth as she tightened the clamps. Her nipples were in torment, and the tips were first squashed then dragged on by the heavy, weighted chunks of onyx. But it was her master’s will, and the dark pain had a strange yet familiar allure…
    When she was presented to her master again, he smiled narrowly but otherwise appeared to barely even look at her. He instructed her to stand beside his desk as he worked, leafing through papers, referring to notes, and occasionally tapping at the keyboard of his laptop, which was set to one side. Despite the fact his attention seemed elsewhere, the slave was acutely aware of the way her breasts and belly bulged because of the constriction around her waist, and she was pretty sure her master was fully aware of it too. Her bottom felt twice its normal size, and the remaining tenderness from her switching seemed to pulse in time to the thrumming of her blood in her veins.
    She’d been instructed to look straight ahead and stare at nothing, but she could not resist studying her master. He went about his work silently, in total absorption, his reading glasses giving him a delightfully donnish