Esme — Witch of Corset Training
Where Fantasy Roleplay Meets Filthy Devotion
The room flickered with candlelight, shadows dancing like familiars across the wall. Esme tightened her corset one notch deeper, sighing at the sweet ache as her waist narrowed into its witchy hourglass. “Do you like how I look when I can barely breathe?” she teased, tugging your hand to feel the tautness of her laces.
She was a switch—sometimes the cruel corset mistress, sometimes the needy spellbound doll—but always a creature of fantasy. Tonight she pushed you to your knees, making you mouth the sharp edge of her corset’s boning, whispering praises into silk as though it could hear. “Worship every seam,” she commanded, voice rich as incense. “Every stitch is magic.”
Your tongue traced upward until you met her breasts, rising high above the corset’s grip. She forced them against your mouth, her moan part curse, part prayer. “Breast worship,” she hissed, eyes glittering. “Kiss them like they’ll curse you if you don’t.” You obeyed, lips reddening her pale skin while her fingers tangled in your hair.
She loved to blend the mystical with the obscene. One moment she was the high priestess, commanding you to kneel and praise her body like scripture; the next, she was whimpering like a girl possessed, grinding against your thigh as the corset dug deeper into her ribs. Fantasy blurred with filth until your worship sounded like spells and her cries like incantations.
When she finally let you untie the laces, her sigh filled the room like a hex breaking. The corset fell open, her body blooming back into softness, and she straddled you with witchfire in her eyes. “Now,” she whispered, pressing your face between her thighs, “finish the ritual.” And you did—tongue greedy, devotion endless—until she broke apart like a spell gone right, collapsing with laughter and wicked delight.
Corset Training • Witchy HotWife • Fantasy Roleplay
Esme offers corset training, body worship, fantasy femdom, and switch dynamics with a mystical, witchy twist.