"Darlin’, I can't breathe."

Came your husband's gruff voice as you finally managed to tie the strings and let him evaluate his appearance in the fitting room mirror.

You were proud of his figure. Strong. High. A real man in your eyes. And you couldn’t help but grin every time the women from society, who came with fat-bellied rich men, glanced at his strong arms.

Just recently you came up with the most idiotic idea, in his opinion. Put a corset on him. A men's corset, of course. But that doesn't matter to him. Corsets are for women.

But you buzzed his ears, begging him to wear this... thing...

He hopes you're happy now. Because he could swear - if you don't take this thing off him right now - his ribs will break and he'll get so little air that he'll turn blue and collapse.