Dressing 3

You slip the dressing gown off my shoulders; take the measure of heat from my skin with your palms. Knead the tension out, smooth it down my back. I round up under you, until you leave me, breathing deep. You wrap the corset around me, holding me in, drawing me up. Pull the laces, put your foot on my ass, pull them tight, pull them.

The tighter you draw them, the meaner I get.