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Chapter 18: The Package

When Cass got home that evening, there was a package waiting for her. It was a large flat rectangular box. The brown paper revealed, the top of the box was blood red and the bottom was black. She opened it to reveal a card on top of expensive tissue paper.

The card was cream written in beautiful black copperplate handwriting, “For the party, love Luke and Sabina”

She pulled back the tissue paper to uncover a dark jade silk steel boned corset and matching silk knickers.

Cass had never worn a corset before. This one was front fastening. It pushed her breasts cheekily upwards. Her waist was constricted waspishly. She enjoyed this feeling. She liked the way it made her look in the mirror. The restriction turned her on. She looked at her breasts rising and falling with her limited breath. She could feel herself getting wet.

She lent back on her bed, propped up on her pillows so she could see herself in the mirror. She opened her legs wide and watched as this beautiful stranger in the mirror played with herself, opening herself up to show Cass how hot she was. The stranger’s fingers disappeared into herself and came out silvery, then expertly started to rub her pert little clitoris.

Cass lent back, closed her eyes and thought about being tied to the bed and a masked man pleasuring her. Tracing the line of her cleavage with his insolent fingers, whispering how she had made him do these things to her and what he was going to do to her. The constriction of the corset felt like massive hands holding her, possessing her. She thought about this man’s cock pushing into her and how tightly pressed in she was already. The wave bubbled up, spreading like a spring across her whole body.

Cass opened her eyes to see the stranger in the mirror, flushed, hand held tightly between her thighs, arm stretched out over the pillows.

Cass’ finger tips were still tingling when she text Luke, “Thank you, see you on Saturday in Cambridge”

The next day Cass received a texted from an unknown number:

“You need to practice with it, if you are going to wear it all night. An hour a day minimum. Looking forward to seeing you in it Sabina XXX”

This proved problematic after a long day and then hour Bickram with Sam and their friend Alec.

Sam was doubled with laughter in the changing rooms. “Look at the Ginger Dita Von Teese of the City. Glad we were the only women in that class. If anyone saw you they would think you were a stripper.”

“You are just jealous,” Cass laughed.

“It does look good though. But really are you sure about all this. Are you ready?” a look of concern crossed Sam’s face.

“It has been three years. Jason would want me to live,” Cass said, feeling a pang of guilt.

“As long as you are sure. But seriously Cass, this way you are trying to get back on an elephant, not just a horse.”

“I do not want to be in love with someone new. I just want to get away from this feeling,” Cass said with sudden frustration. “I am still in love with Jason. But ….I don’t know, I just want to feel desirable again, is that wrong? ”

“No, perfectly normal. I am worried by the way you are dealing with the feeling.”

Sam had a set thinking about the way life should be and a set programme about how and when she was going to achieve it. Cass’ lack of a concrete plan of action both excited and frustrated Sam.

Sam’s unbending beliefs on life worried Cass. She was sure that Sam would not be able to cope with a curved ball hitting her.

“I think I am dealing with it the best I can. I know it sounds mad. I probably won’t get any, they will smell the crazy on me.”

“Of course you will get some. Look at you. Anyway a lot of men find that very attractive,” winked Sam.

“Who said anything about men?” laughed Cass

“You are a tart,” Sam retorted flatly.

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