Femme Fit - Episode 6

She stood in front of the mirror in the private fitting suite, the black corset cinched so tight her ribs showed through pale skin. Her breasts spilled over the top edge, nipples already stiff from the cool air. The stylist knelt behind her, tugging the laces with both hands until the garment molded to her waist like a second skin. Silk stockings clung to her thighs, held by thin straps that disappeared under the hem of the corset. When she turned, the garter clips caught the light. She ran her fingers down the front of the corset, feeling the stiff boning press against her stomach. The stylist stood, palms sliding up her sides to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing the hard peaks. She let out a soft sound, almost a sigh. The room smelled of perfume and new leather. She stepped closer to the mirror and watched her own reflection, the way her hips flared out below the tight lacing, the way her ass looked round and full. The stylist’s breath warmed the back of her neck. Fingers traced the curve of her spine, then dipped lower, sliding between her cheeks to find the heat between her legs. She was already wet. Two fingers slipped inside without resistance, and she pushed back against the hand, thighs parting. The corset creaked with each movement. She kept her eyes on the mirror, watching the way her mouth opened, the flush spreading across her chest. The stylist’s thumb circled her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Her knees shook. She reached up, gripping the top of the mirror frame for balance, hips rolling forward to meet each thrust. The sound of wet fingers filled the small room. She came with a low moan, forehead pressed to the cool glass, body trembling inside the tight black corset.