🔥Corset Training is what my nosy neighbor really craved when I caught him peeking through the blinds while I changed—his eyes weren’t on my tits or ass, but glued to the black satin corset cinching my waist and the matching lace panties hugging my curves. Training became my wicked game the second I yanked the curtains wide, smirked, and beckoned him inside with one manicured finger. He stumbled in, face flushed, cock already tenting his jeans at the sight of me—blonde pin-up perfection in full lingerie, tits pushed high and spilling over the cups, waist nipped tiny, ass plump and framed by garters. “You want this corset bad, don’t you, you filthy little perv?” I purred, circling him like prey. “Strip. Let’s see if you can handle being laced up like a proper sissy slut.” He obeyed fast, clothes hitting the floor, his pathetic dicklet twitching as I wrapped the satin around his waist—pulling the laces tight, tighter, until his breath hitched and his ribs compressed into that delicious hourglass shape. “Breathe shallow, bitch—feel how it squeezes you, makes you feel small and owned.” I tugged harder, knotting the laces, his sissy cock leaking pre-cum onto the carpet while his waist cinched impossibly small, ass pushed out, posture forced into perfect submission. I stepped back, admiring my work—his body reshaped, corset gleaming, tiny clit straining against the lace I forced him into next. “Now bend over, Corset slut. Time for your mistress to peg that tight hole while you stay laced up like the sissy whore you are.” I strapped on my thick black dildo—veiny, girthy, lubed slick—and pressed the head against his puckered ring. He whimpered, pushing back eagerly as I sank in slow, stretching him wide until my hips met his corseted waist with a soft slap. “Feel that, slut? Every thrust making your little waist feel even tighter while I wreck your ass.” I pounded deep—long, brutal strokes that hammered his prostate, making his clit leak steadily into the panties, corset creaking with every slam. His moans turned to desperate cries—“Fuck me harder, Dahlia—ruin me in your corset!”—and I obliged, spanking his ass red, gripping the laces like reins to yank him back onto my cock. He came untouched—weak spurts soaking the lace as his hole spasmed around me, body trembling in the tight satin prison. I kept railing through his orgasm, then pulled out slow, leaving him gaping and quivering. “Good Corset Bitch. Clean mistress’s toy—taste your own ass while you stay laced up. Next time, we tighten it more… and maybe invite a friend to watch.”💜✨