1. The Oculus Mirror


    Date: 2/14/2016, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Domination/submission, Female solo, Female/Female, Horror, Author: pablopepperoni, Rating: 81.8, Source: sexstories.com

    came out of the bathroom only in her panties and was moving towards the closet when she thought she hear some one call her name, “Hanna.” She turn quickly to look but there was no one there. “Hanna.” She heard it again, but there was no one in her room. “Hanna.” It was only a whisper. As she looked around the room trying to figure out what was going on she looked at the mirror. Something drew her closer to the mirror. She looked, saw her reflection and then it changed. It was the image of herself of what she saw yesterday. But this time she was calling to herself. “Hanna. Hanna.” It said. “Put it on.” She looked as if in a trance. Turning Hanna moved to the bed and picked up the corset. She looked back in the mirror. Her reflection was smiling. “Put it on.” Echoed in her mind. Hanna bent down and stepped into the corset lifting it up over her hips to pull it waist high. It fit perfect over her small frame. From just over her hips to breasts. Lifting them up. Pushing them outward. Proudly. But it did not cover her breast completely. Rather, the cups lifted them up but only covered them half way. Peeking over the top was half of her silver dollar sized aureoles. She tried to pull it up a bit further but every movement by her body allowed it to slip down. She needed to tighten the laces. Reaching behind her back, she could grab the laces but was unable to exert the type of force to tighten them. Then she remembered there was something else in the box. Going back downstairs, she ...
    went to the box and on the bottom found two metal lasing hooks. With these she was able to grab the laces and pull them tight. She started at the bottom and worked her way up to the top. Tied the laces off to hold them in place and then decided to do it again. Starting back at the bottom she pulled the laces even tighter. After a half an hour she was able to pull the corset extremely tight pulling her waist in almost a full two inches. She then used one of the hooks to snag the zipper flap and pulled it up covering the laces. She then made her way back up the stairs to look at herself in the mirror. She was amazed at what she saw. The corset defined her curves like never before. Breasts pushed up and outward. Her gum drop sized nipples poked over the top. It did no good to push them back down as they just continued to pop back out. The only problem she had was that the corset made breathing a bit difficult forcing her to take shallow breaths. Since she was home all day alone, she threw on some jeans and decided not to cover up the corset. Instead wearing it as is. Several times through out the day she returned to the mirror to look at herself. By late afternoon she had gotten used to having it on. That evening, when she decided it was time to go to bed. She struggled for over an hour, but could not find a way to grab a hold of the zipper. Without being able to pull the zipper down, she wasn't able to get to the laces. Without being able to get to the laces, she wasn't able to ...
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