| And so it continued for the next week and a half. The pattern was the same, work or exercise in the morning, intense BDSM play in the afternoon, and some sort of sexual experience at night. Each day her corset was tightened one more inch, until at last the edges met and Karen had eight inches whittled off her waist. She grew so accustomed to the tight lacing that she actually missed the compression for the one hour a day that she bathed. As she thought over the two weeks, Karen was hard put to single out any particular instance as more thrilling or punishing than the others. There was that day in Paul's office though... She wasn't certain what day it was as she had lost track of the number of cycles of work, intense play, and sex, but it was soon after her corset had been closed fully. After breakfast Paul had said, "Today your work will be a little different, more mental than physical. I am going to make use of your accounting expertise and have you do some data entry and b...
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