Anal Queen

"It's OK," Amanda said. "It's only natural. Lingerie makes us feel sexy."

"I guess so," I said. "But I'm still afraid."

"Look," she said. "Do it for me this one time. And if you don't like it, you can just stop. We'll never talk about it again. And no one will ever have to know."

I took a deep breath.

"Amanda," I said. "I love you."

"Love you, too," she said.

We kissed again. Amanda let me hang onto her lips for a long time. When I pulled away she rubbed my back and said, "Ready?"

I smiled.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said, while unbuttoning the top of my shirt.

Amanda sat back and crossed her legs while watching me undress. I stripped naked, throwing my clothes onto an easy chair before picking up the corset. It had a daunting 12 hooks in the back.

"How the hell do I put this on?" I asked.

Amanda laughed.

"Put it on backwards and then twist it around your body," she said.

The corset fit snugly but not so tightly I couldn't breathe. After securing the hooks, I twisted the corset so the bra cups were in front. I slid the straps up my arms. I immediately loved how the corset felt on me. It was like having someone hug me and squeeze my tits at the same time. When I looked down, I was peering into my own shallow cleavage. I looked up at Amanda to see what she thought. She raised one eyebrow.

"Very, very sexy," she said. "Put on the stockings next."

Sitting on the couch, I rolled the thigh-high stockings up my legs one at a time without making a run in either of them.

"You sure you haven't done this before?" Amanda asked.

"Maybe in a past lifetime," I said with a wry smile.

I stood up to fasten the four garter straps. It was tough. Every time I thought I had the snap secured, it would slip out of my fingers.

"Don't feel bad," Amanda said. "I've been doing this 10 years, and I still have trouble."