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outrageous.
    ‘Bliss, I’ve let you down.’ He circled me again then put his hand down the waistband of my knickers. ‘Of course not. But these must come off first, then I’ll show you what you ought to look like.’
    I wriggled as suggestively as I could out of my knickers but he wasn’t watching, instead pulling a box from the back of the wardrobe. I hoped it wasn’t going to be whips and crops; I’m not into pain. Inflicting it on Kip is one thing but, as I said before, as far as I’m concerned being whacked is for fantasy purposes only.
    But first the black corset came out of the wardrobe. It was a real old-fashioned type, satin with bones at the front and a tangle of laces at the back. He pushed me round with my back to him and got me to hold it at the front.
    ‘The romance of the lace, pulled tight, is a million times more exciting than the synthetic appeal of lycra, don’t you think?’
    ‘I think, Carlos, that the fact that these bra cups fall just short of my nipples is rather nice. As for the back view, I’ll let you know.’
    I smiled at him over my shoulder. The view I’d just had in the full-length mirror was pretty good. Apart from the obvious appeal of the minimal cups, one of my arms was holding the corset just under my breasts, pushing them upwards, while the other smoothed down the tummy panel and disappeared between my thighs. Narcissism is, I’m afraid, one of my weaknesses. And as Carlos pulled the first of the laces tight, I wondered if bondage might be one too.
    By the time he had silently and methodically pulled and squeezed my body into the corset I was breathless. The constriction was a turn-on I hadn’t anticipated and the way my hips swelled out after he had pulled in the waist of the corset made me look like a 50s film star. My short breaths meant my breasts rose and fell quickly and the slope of the boning under them made my cleavage absolutely astonishing. The corset came down almost to my pubes, and I wished it could be longer; I tried to imagine the effect of tight lacing over my pubic mound.
    ‘Pretty good.’ I wanted to break his silence, but he only smiled and pulled up my holdups further so they were almost at the top of my legs. My blonde curls were emphasised by the stark black satin above them and the black stockings below them, and I guessed I wasn’t going to get any knickers.
    Out of the box came something else in black satin and gold. Expecting knickers after all I drew in my breath, but it turned out to be a wide choker decorated with gold chains. He fastened it round my neck – it wasn’t tight, thank God – and then pulled out long black satin gloves also adorned with chains. Raising his eyebrows he offered them to me.
    ‘What do you think, Bliss? Do you like yourself like this? How about the gloves? I’m not going to do anything against your will.’
    ‘I love myself like this, and I love long gloves. I’ll tell you if you’re going too far, Carlos.’
    It was the first time anyone had put a pair of gloves on me since I was four years old and I was unprepared for the electricity that shot through me as Carlos slid each finger into the satin. I’ve always found men entranced by the sight of me fitting gloves over my fingers, and having a man do it for me hinted tantalisingly at role reversal. He took his time over it, smoothing down each finger and fitting the gloves over my hands then pulling them up right above the elbow, to midway up my upper arm. The gold chains brushed against my tits as he manoeuvred the gloves. I couldn’t see why they were there until both gloves were on.
    ‘Tell me if you don’t want me to do this,’ he repeated, standing behind me and showing me myself in the mirror. For a moment I expected him to get a camera out and photograph me, and I certainly wouldn’t have minded a souvenir of how I looked, not to mention enjoying posing for him however he wanted. But it was better than that. No camera, no more accessories, he just