|Mirrielle Elizabeth Rivantroz|
“Tighter,”
I was almost out of breath as a few handmaids tightened the corset I was wearing. I clung to one of the posts of my bed as they continued what they were doing.
“This is too tight, Belinda,” I hardly said.
“No. This isn’t enough, milady, ”Belinda said mercilessly. I could do nothing but let her do what she was doing and endure the tightness of wearing the corset on me. I sighed in relief when they were finally done after a few minutes. But as I expected, my suffering with wearing this corset did not end.
Sometimes, I wonder why women need to dress up like this. This is so much a waste of time! But what can I do when Belinda is the one dressing me up?!
They followed the cage crinolette petticoat. I asked Belinda if I should not just wea
