A Perfect Day

We didn’t drink sangria in the park, or feed any animals in the zoo, but my Minx and I had several perfect days last week. The most perfect day was the day we got married — last Thursday, March 18, 2010. It was a small civil ceremony with just family and the judge and the great mountain.

Also: I wore my rubber underpants through the ceremony, the dinner with family, and the party with friends afterwards.

The day that runs a close second to that perfect day is the day we bought my Minx her first corset. We discovered this little shop last November when we were wandering about the town. It’s a great place filled with adorable dresses, sexy shoes, provocative hosiery, and a rack of delicious corsets. They ask that corset customers make an appointment for a fitting, so we did.

The two girls who work at this wonderful establishment seemed to be quite experienced in the wearing and fitting of corsets. I will refer to them as the Tall Girl and the Short Girl. The Tall Girl was Minx’s primary assistant during this process. I simply parked myself on the leather tuffet and observed the whole show.

First Minx looked through the corsets on the rack, picking out a few designs that struck her fancy. Then the Tall Girl took some measurements, then selected three corsets that matched Minx’s taste and measurements. Tall Girl gave Minx a simple black dress and a pair of heels and directed her to the changing room. Minx doffed her jeans and emerged looking lovely in the dress. Then it got even better.

The Tall Girl explained the proper fitting and lacing of a corset as she wrapped the first sample around my Minx. I was paying close attention the whole time as this gal carefully pulled the laces tight and tied them off with a delicate bow. Minx then took a turn about the shop and my heart fluttered with every step.

I forget, now, the exact order of events, but two other corsets were tied onto Minx’s body that afternoon. One special highlight was the especially tight corset that required the assistance of the Short Girl in order to get it onto my Minx. The sight of two neatly dressed shopgirls dressing my Minx, my Wife, was greatly satisfying. As one fastened the hooks on the front, the other compressed Minx’s torso. “Squeeze her ribs while I pull,” said the Tall Girl to the Short.

We finally settled on a simple training corset and headed back to our lair as quick as we could. I don’t think either of us expected that the process of lacing Minx into her new garment would be as deeply stimulating as it turned out to be, but here we are.

When she strips naked and stands in front of me and wraps the corset around her middle, something stirs deep inside both of us. When I begin to tug at the laces and pull it tight around her body, her pussy begins to ooze and drip. I already knew that my Minx is a depraved cock-gobbling slut, but I didn’t know that a corset would make her so hot and runny. I can still feel the slippery wet of her cunt on my hand.

We had many amazing times throughout the rest of our week together. She had packed the clothes I told her to pack and she wore them for me. I spanked her and fondled her. I slid my fingers up her ass and devoured her delicious pussy. She turned it around and lashed my ass and even wrote her name on my back. She tied me down and attached clothespins to my flesh then slid her cunt over my face. And then it got dirty.

It was a good week.

It’s such a perfect day
I’m glad I spent it with you
Oh, such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on…