Once she had them to the top,she handed the ends to me to hold, then went back to the bottom, andtightened them evenly, so that the garment became pro...ressively tighteraround my waist. I began to fear for continued breathing. She checkedthe waist with a tape measure, and then took the long cords from me andwrapped the ends round my waist, and back, tying them in a bow at thefront.I looked over at the mirror, and wow! now I really had an hourglassfigure. I also felt as if a giant clamp had been. It wasn’t difficult as her curvaceous figure was encased in a simple line skirt that ended a couple of inches above the knee. They were indeed beautiful sheer nylon clad legs.But the big surprise was the blouse. Definitely not Laura Ashley: more Dior black hiding – not very successfully – a staggering 40 D pair of delicious tits, in a low cut black bra- they were almost falling out. Yes, this was a fantasy customer all right. ‘Cathy, that outfit is really stunning. You have excellent style’. She wouldn’t fail in taking this.Her punishment.“Yes, Mistress.”Her words the pistol shot of a race.Vibrations.Sudden.Furious.Tension.Uncontrolled quivering.Her being reduced to a single spot.Displayed.Wanton.Nectar pooling.Pulses.A change in rhythm.In intensity.Back and forth.Her body unable to adjust.Only survive.In moments she came.Hard.Unrelenting.One.After.Another.No release.No pardon.Only soft or strong pulses.How long?Her cunt shrieking a mirror to her own cries.Of desparation.Of joys.Of. I was surrounded by the people who loved me, and yet I felt lonely. What the fuck is wrong with me?The sound of footsteps caught my attention. I saw Kate approaching in her nightgown. She came and sat on the chair opposite mine, wanting to speak to me."Are you all right, Kate? You need anything?" I enquired as sat up.“Noel, can we talk?”"Hmmm, okay." I knew that she wanted to bring up the past and tell me how sorry she felt. A part of me wanted to hear how sorry she was for cheating on me. I.