My fantasy is based on my partner and I obtaining a tightening back-laced corset. I envision him tightening it as much as he felt comfortable with... but also causing me distress. As the corset tightens, it knocks my breath away and limits being able to get a full breath back, creating a sense of panic and excitement.
Physical movement is extremely limited, making it difficult to bend over and requiring more of a twisting movement. A tightened corset provides an intense feeling of bondage that only he has control over. Only he has the power to loosen it, to allow me to breathe more, to allow me to move more freely.
After putting on the corset he would have me wear whatever he wanted over it. What he chooses is a super tight short skirt and tank top. Despite my request to loosen the corset, he declined, enjoying the control that he has over my body. He would take us out in public for clothes shopping. At that point I could likely fit into many things I would not normally be able to, as the corset shrinks the body size. I would try on clothes until he found something that satisfied him. I would need to put them on, model them for him, walk around, rub my hands all over my body to emphasize the beautiful shape I was providing. This whole time I would be with extreme limited movement, shallow breathing, and pain as the corset stretched into me, moving me in ways that I wouldn't normally move in.
All my movement would have to be with a straight back with limited range of motion. Bending, while taking the clothes off and on is an extreme challenge; causing pain each time... but is required in order to change clothes. And the whole time I would be getting wetter and wetter.
Despite my desires, he would not be done after shopping. After getting some lacy black, skimpy lingerie and a sexy short tight dress, I would go put them on. Then we go shoe shopping. Now high heels are not my thing, but there are still some very sexy lacing up the leg boots. I could start with a small heal, to work my way up over time. I would be forced to try on at least 20 pairs of shoes. During that time, each time I bent over to try the next shoe on, the corset would resist back and dig into me. Each time I bent over...
It was impossible to take in a breath, the air actually being pushed out of me! At each wince, I would see the glint in his eyes and the bulge in his pants grow. After picking out the perfect pair of sexy shoes, we would then, still not be done. With the new shoes, and my new sexy outfit on, we would go to an adult store. There we would look at all the types of bondage available. He would then decide which one he wanted me to wear, as well as any toys.