I arrived at his home like any other weekend in the outfit he wanted me to wear for my punishment.
He would always choose the week before and I knew that there was no argument whatever he wanted he got.
I hoped that I had got everything just right for him. Anything slightly out of place or wrong I full well knew that I would be punished severely.
This particular weekend he had chosen for me to wear a pvc catsuit cut thigh high which zipped up my back making sure my cock was fully tucked securely. My hair was to be tied back in a pony tail, my make up had to be perfect, dark brown eye shadow with a lighter grey edging the side corners above. My lashes thick and curled as big as spiders legs, the eye liner black with a slight oriental lift at the edges. My blusher crimson and tarty making my cheeks stand out like a slut. Finally my lips a deep red with lots of gloss over the top to match my finger and toe nails.
I had worn some modest 4” sandals and slipped on a long coat over the top so as not to attract to much attention to myself on my walk to meet him at his home.
I slipped off my coat and walked into his lounge ready to be inspected, right foot pointing to the right behind the left which faced straight forward.
His hands ran around my body teasing me checking that my legs were silky smooth and that everything was just so. He stepped back with an angry look on his face I knew I was in trouble.
“You stupid fucking slut!”
“I told you before to wear a corset.”
I was totally shocked he hadn’t said a word about a corset but I knew it was useless to argue.
“S-s-sorry Sir,” I lowered my head trying to avoid eye contact.
“Wait there,” before I could speak he was out of the room.
My mind was working like mad wondering just what he had gone to fetch, he never punished me in the lounge it was always in the basement.
I was now nervous with how long he was gone, what was he up to when would he be back.
After what seemed like ages he returned to the room a large bag in his hand which he placed behind me out of sight.
Zzzzzzzzzzzip, I shivered as I heard him open it behind me!
He reached around me, I realized that he had wrapped a leather corset around me which he soon started to pull in tight. Every now and then me would pull my breasts up one at a time making sure that they sat over the top of the under wire as it was cup less. He was pulling it that tight I was struggling to breathe before finally he secured it in place. My 28” waist had been reduced to a 22”.
Master admired his work and could see I was uncomfortable which seemed to please him going by the wry smile on his face.
“Hands to the rear, NOW!” he barked out in a loud voice.
I did as I was asked immediately and soon felt something sliding up over my arms.
My shoulders were being pulled together backwards as he tightened the arm binder in place. I realized that there was now no escape even if I wanted.
Next he knelt in front of me un-strapping my shoes and removing them. He reached just behind me once more grabbing some ballet heeled boots.
One at a time he put them on me and locking them in place. He knew that I could barely walk in them without assistance.
“Let me help you to the car,” he spoke in a demanding voice.
He held my arm as I took tiny steps so as not to fall. He opened the rear door of the car and pushed me across the back seat, which was just as well as I would have been unable to breathe and unable to sit.
Master shut the door and we drove into the night finally arriving at a secluded spot in a car park.
Master pulled me from the car and raised me to my feet once more. The only building in sight was a toilet block, luckily no one seemed to be around.
“Wait there,” Master said as he walked off into the toilets.
A few moments later he returned and helped me totter into the gent’s toilet.
He led me into a cubicle and ordered me to wait, pulling the door closed on his way out.
My legs were now beginning to buckle and my calf’s were burning as I waited in the dim lights.
Fear struck me after a short while as I heard someone coming into the toilets.
I let out a sigh of relief that the person had not come into the cubicle as I knew it wasn’t locked.
I had still not heard from Master, was he still here, what had he planned?
Another person had entered the block very quickly followed by another, I now wondered just what might be going on outside.
My cubicle door slowly opened and I saw Master's familiar face.