The corset was made of the best materials available.  "I had this made for you by a corsetier whose family has been making them for 200 years.  This is her finest creation."  Red satin, with a metal busk, it was making me lust for the curves it was going to give my already beautifully crafted waist.  "your surgeon did most of the work, now this will perfect it."  As the busk clicked, my breasts lifted to a staggering shape and fullness.  As the lacing was pulled, the wicked feeling of being totally redone by Mistress Rayne raced in my mind.  i was Her clay and She was the Mistress Sculpture.  The breath was being pushed out of me, and i loved it.  my lips started to throb with the need for kisses and giving pleasure with each inch taken from my waist.  "Aah, 18", perfect."

Mistress Rayne positively purred.  So did i.

The eight garters from the bottom of it tickled my hips and thighs.  my ivory thighs, the thighs of Mistress Rayne's ivory.  i pressed my lips together, feeling their plumpness, their all over feeling of need.  i knew they were perfect and large.  i lusted for lip gloss and makeup, even though i did have some permanently made up parts to my face.  puuurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr