It was the day of my performance at the university, a classical play requiring all us girls to wear tightly laced corsets. Ryan, my steadfast supporter, sat in the front row, cheering me on. After the show, I was utterly exhausted and out of breath. Ryan came to see me, and we chatted briefly before heading to his car. A few minutes into the drive, I fell asleep, drained from the evening's exertions.

Since my house was three hours away, Ryan decided to take me to his place. When I woke up, he reassured me, guiding me inside. Noticing the discomfort caused by the tight corset, he carried me to his room to help me out of it. As I lay asleep on his bed, he carefully untied the corset, aware that I was only wearing a bra underneath. His gentle care made me feel safe and looked after, even in my most vulnerable state.

It then led to him seeing me only in a bra. At last, I woke up and groggily asked, "Where is my corset?" He assured me it was fine and explained he took it off because it looked too tight. I felt a mix of relief and gratitude.As we talked, our faces gradually drew closer, his hot breath brushing against my skin. The tension between us was palpable. Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss started soft but quickly deepened, a mix of passion and tenderness that left me breathless in a completely different way.