I hope you all enjoy this. Sorry if it winds on, but I love to write and I'm a detail whore, so its going to be lengthy. I hope I get your approval Chapter 1 She stood before the mirror in the bathroom, examining herself in the harsh white light of the vanity lamps. He dirty blond hair trailed listlessly in front of her emerald green eyes as she surveyed her body, her fingers tracing the curves of her frame. There was once a time when these curves didn’t exist, a time when there was nothing to her but hardened muscle from years of high activity, in sports ranging from karate to cheerleading. But now, the muscle has softened, her hips rounded out, and she had breasts and ass to boot. A look of longing crossed her face as she remember how fit she had been. But, as luck would have it, she went to college and got a good job doing what she loved, so as long as she could pay the bills, her body would have to suffer the consequences of being a desk jockey. She flipped the vanity lights off and flipped the overhead light on. This cast a much warmer glow in the room, and she stepped back to look in the full length mirror. She wasn’t thrilled with what she saw, but a small smile curved her lips as her eyes caught a glimpse of the red bag on the floor beside her. She thought about what was in that bag, and the man that would lose his mind when he saw it on her. She turned and plopped down on the plush toilet seat and drew the bag to her with her neatly pedicured feet. She leaned down and picked the bag up, stopping to glance at the logo on the front. A sharp cornered, riveted letter C was daintily linked with a silky, almost sensually serpentine letter S for the logo. A logo that she designed herself, for this company. And what was in this bag was simply a perk of the job. She designed the perfect logo, and in appreciation, The Corset Shop, gave her many high-quality gifts. And this was the one she had anticipated. Holding her breath, she opened the bag. The musky scent of leather floated luxuriously to her nostrils and she inhaled deeply. Even the smell of this fabulous leather made her tingle with excitement. She pulled the garment out of the bag, a handmade, custom fit, black leather, open bust corset. The weight of it surprised her, as well as the thickness of the material. It was wonderfully soft, and lined with black silk. It was adorned with intricate leather tooling, holes punched in pretty swirling patterns. Even the lace that drew the front closed was beautiful. But at the same time, this piece was subliminally threatening. There were small spiked rivets that lined the open bust cups and around the top edge. The eyelets that the lace was threaded through were a shiny cold steel, quite a contrast to the dark black of the leather. There was a ring attached to the front, right at bellybutton level. It almost looked like a piercing. There were also 2 rings at either hip. They were small and unobtrusive, but noticeable nonetheless. It was a beautiful piece, and she couldn’t wait to try it on.