Shopping for lingerie

It's Saturday and we have been shopping for new outfits for Helen. I am laden with bags. All the outfits are sexy and I can see I am going to be hornier than ever. We now approach a small clothing arcade that I have not seen before. At the back is, what appears to be, a discrete and exclusive lingerie shop. We walk in, and a statuesque woman is stood behind the counter, surrounded by racks upon racks of skimpy clothing. Even at a glance, I can tell that the range is both more extensive, and also more exotic that a mainstream shop. There appears to be a lot of brightly coloured silk and satin, and towards the back there appears to be more of a 'fantasy' range.

After initial introductions, Helen explains to the saleswoman, Diana, that we are looking for the sexiest outfits she can provide. As she says this there seems to me to be an unspoken understanding between them, which I assume has to do with the nature of the shop. The woman suggests that we proceed to the back of the shop where there is a large changing cubicle that we can use and she will bring options to try on.

I'm surprised by this but then maybe that's why you go to more exclusive shops, so that the husband can watch his wife try on the clothes. The cubicle is about 6ft by 6ft, comfortably large enough for us both to stand in, with mirrors on two sides and a curtain across the side facing the shop. We and in the space and Helen strips naked. It feels daring being in this room, Helen naked with just a curtain separating us from the shop floor and Diana, and I share this thought with Helen. Just as Helen smiles in response to this idea, Diana returns and extends an arm around the curtain with a selection of lingerie for Helen to try on.

"You think this is erotic me being in here naked, Diana able to pull the curtain at any time to see me." I agree "Then strip for me and you can share the thrill" My instant reaction is to say no, but the reality is it does turn me on. So whilst Helen is trying on a baby pink corset, matching panties and stockings I strip down to my panties and cock cage. I then start to tighten the cords to give her an hourglass shape.

"How are you doing in there?"

"I'm good thank you. Could you bring another corset set in the pink, but in a larger size."

"No problem" and Diana is gone again. It is no more that 30 seconds later that Diana is back. She reaches in a passes the additional corset and a bundle of pink silk.

"But the one you have on suits you fine"

"It's not for me dummy, It's for you." I pause, calculating options. Fear of being caught, assessing the look in Helen's eyes - this is a test and I know there will be a reward in it at the end. I have to confess there is a part of me that like the danger, the risk of getting caught. I start to put on the clothes, goose bumps over my body. I struggle to it all on. It is new an dit takes several attempts attaching the suspenders to the standings. All the time, Helen is trying on different outfits and I pause and hold my breath each time Diana passes items or out of the changing room. Eventually I am dressed, but Helen can't pull the cords tight enough on the corset to get the desired hour glass shape.

All of a sudden the curtain is flung back. Diana is stood there eying me up appreciatively. "My, my, you are a pretty one. Lets see if we can't tighten this properly. Turn round girl!" Helen is all smiles, eyes alight with delight "Go on" I can feel myself blush a deep red.

I turn and feel Diana behind me. She puts a possessive hand on my ass, cupping it, to direct me into position. A raised eyebrow and smile from Helen. And then tells me to reach up to grab hold of the bar holding the curtain. Once stretched thin, she pulls the cords tighter. She is strong! She pulls my waist in dramatically, forcing the air out of my lungs "breath, girl, breath" And again... and again. Before I know it I have an hourglass figure reflected in the mirror and I can hardly breath.

"Now girl, reach your hands back. I need you to hold these cords whilst I tied them off. I reach back and hold the cords in the small of my back and feel Diana tying them off. There is a lot of loose string now and she takes an age to wrap the strings "Now this should be it" and she pulls the cords. With that pull to I feel the cord tighten around my wrists and realise my hands have been tied to the back of the basque.

They both stand looking at me. I am helpless.