Surprise Reversal

[gagged_Louise]

Feeling her skin a bit more nice and warm, oozing of the rubbing as she hung up the towels. Louise returned out and with just a little hesitation lay down on the floor. She looked up into the high, whitish, plastered ceiling. What was about to pass? She felt a teasy, thrilling sensation, both , ear and turn-on as she heard Liz rapping her feet slightly, then the lady stepped closer.

"You see, Louise, I have respect for you and it's an honour that you'll take your just punishment. That shows you can be directed and trained,- it is for me to do it since your lovely husband isn't to undertake much now. I like to see your body marked and moulded, you defiant kneeling...slavegirl" she said, her voice just slightly creaking at the lat word.She stepped close and handed Louise a pair of dark, sheer knee hose. "You will wear these, they do suit you"
Louise swallowed and nodded. "Thank you, Ms Cockrill."
She leaned down and rubbed Louise’s back with her hand. Moving unhurriedly, the palm of her hand swept over her,, making Louise shudder inside as it touched the welts up there.
“You seat yourself upon that lovely ass, girl. The stripes given you here were….maybe a bit harder than what you’ve experienced before, but it is to get you used to it.”
Louise nodded in silence and heaved herself into sitting, her bruised legs catching the light in front of her. Holding the lycra fabric open she guided it over her feet letting it encase her calves. It felt nice, but as her gaze moved up over her thighs she wondered what was to happen next.

Liz put her left hand on Louise’s shoulder and let the right one feel over the younger woman’s stomach and the underside of her breasts, warm and brown in hue. Feeling her strong hands, Louise felt suspended in time and it seemed almost silly she had tried to run away, then she looked over at Doug and noticed how sweaty and rough he looked, but not broken.

Liz straigtened herself, “You are not going ot see this punishment naked of course. Your flesh was made for a corset, so that is what you’ll wear”. Louise wouldn’t ever contest that, she owned two herself, and she felt a kind of expectancy as Liz went off to a locker and selected a corset in jet black, sheeny leather.

At her sign , Louise stood up and let Ms Cockrill fold the dark around her stomach and firm breasts. It swathed her body, and Liz’ hands moved to her back and began lacing up the line of eyelets. “Hold in your stomach – ah, that’s a good girl” – she was working fast and in minutes Louise could feel the unyielding pressure, still not quite tight.

.“Breathe in a little, slave” – Louise drew for air and could feel Liz’ hands settling again midway up. She undid the lacing but held her fingers silently ready; a move that made Louise tingly and uncertain. How long..? Finally she had to breathe out, and as soon as Liz noticed she pulled the eyelets again, this time tighter. She repeated it with the next eyelet, this time Louise inhaled , held stiff for a few moments, and then – me teasing you? – breathed out and let herself be moulded. As Liz went on tightening the corset, Louise sometimes fought back slightly, the next ,moment gave in. Finally, Liz closed the buckle strap on top and the tall, captive woman looked down on her tightened, sleek belly. Liz' hand settled on her right shoulder, and she felt a rush of blood going through her.

The silence seemed foreboding. Louse looked to the side. “Is it..?”
“Yes, it’s tight and fine. But before you are punished, your privates must be secured as well. You will be wearing a nice, tight crotchrope.”

Louise swallowed hard at her words.