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   Amy gradually woke from what could possibly have been the best sleep of her life. The morning sunlight beamed though her curtains as it danced though freshly frozen icicles hanging just outside her window. For the first time in months Amy realized that there was nothing she really had to do today.   Finally, Amy lazily opened her eyes and stretched her arms in front of her; her elbows and fingers popped as she clenched her fists. However, when Amy tried to arch her back into the air she let out a faint whimper in confusion when she realized that she could not clear her sheets. Even though Amy was still for the most part asleep, she realized that something was wrong.      Moments later, Amy dropped her hands to her stomach, but to her surprise her palms met with something hard beneath her covers. Slightly alarmed, she raised her head from her pillow and glared, with blurry vision, at her desk; where she had left the box the previous night. Almost a full minute passed before it dawned on her that the black leather box was not only open but the lid was lying beside it.    Amy ripped the covers off of her bed, throwing them to the floor, and locked her eyes on her now tiny waist as it had been squeezed into an hourglass shape, perfectly submitting to the demands of the corset. What was left of the small amount of air contained in her lungs exited in a short, high pitched screech that could have been heard from outside.    “I didn’t—how is this even…?” Amy stammered, short of breath, as she probed her waist with her index finger.   When Amy finally calmed herself enough to retain rational thought, she managed to wrench herself out of bed and stepped in front of her full length mirror. The corset itself didn’t scare her so much as the reason as to how it was on her, and while she didn’t have an answer, she did know that she wanted if off. She ran her hands up and down the now satin smooth surface that was her stomach and her fingers found the hook closures where she tried for just a moment to pry them apart. Without making a great deal of effort, Amy gave up on them and turned herself around so that her back was to the mirror.   Expecting to find a knot to untie she probed the closure but to her horror she found that the laces had been pulled tight from the inside, as if someone had put them in backwards.   “What the hell?” Amy muttered as she looked for a way to loosen the laces but she couldn’t even begin to figure out how she got into it in the first place.    Finally, Amy tried to wedge a finger under one of the lace crosses between the eyelets to see if she could pull out any amount of slack but was dumbfounded when she couldn’t even separate the lace from the fabric of the corset.   Growing more frustrated with each failed attempt to remove the corset, Amy finally retrieved a kitchen knife and returned to her mirror. Hands shaking, she reached behind her and pushed the thin blade into the extremely tight gap between the two ends of the corset and began sawing at the laces. Even though Amy was in an extremely awkward position, she could tell that she was applying a lot of pressure to the knife but laces simply refused to part.    Suddenly, Amy felt something move from within the corset itself, as if between the layers of fabric; from one side of the lace closure to the other. As the movement passed between the two halves, a sharp slicing, metal on metal, sound could be heard from the general location of the knife, followed by the distinct clatter of metal falling to a wood floor.   Amy was mortified as she sat on her bed and inspected a knife blade that had been cut clean in half, finally admitting to herself that this was no ordinary corset. Unsure of what to do or even think for that matter, she simply stared at the mysterious garment, too afraid to even touch it when the leather box that sat on her desk caught her eye.      Letting out a deflated sigh, due in part to the tightness of the corset, she approached her desk and peered through the open lid. There, sitting in the center of the dark velvet lining was an oddly shaped, thin piece of black obsidian glass. Amy knew for a fact she had not previously overlooked it, there was no way that it could have been inside the box when she opened it last but given her situation and concern for her sanity, she decided to overlook that detail.   As Amy turned it over she began to make out subtle movement just beneath the surface of the glass as it were filled with a dark liquid. Finally, bring the shard closer to her face she realized that it was actually pulsing to what Amy considered to be a very familiar rhythm.   Amy’s eyes widened and she reached her right hand across her chest and placed it directly on her heart and watched as the piece of glass pulsed at exactly the same rate her own heartbeat.   Amy looked back down at the corset. “What the hell is this thing?!” She squeaked in frustration; still holding the glass.   After just a few seconds the glass began to form little bright green streaks in the center which quickly formed letters and then words right in front of her eyes.   “I am, as I need to be.” The writing was a fancy cursive that Amy could just barely make out.   Amy’s jaw dropped as she read the words and reluctantly admitted to herself that she was going to have to talk to whatever the thing was she was holding. Standing there for a few minutes Amy gathered her thoughts and carefully considered her situation. She was alone in this and whatever this corset actually was it was intelligent; enough so that it knew when it was under attack as well as being able to defend itself. In that respect Amy understood that she would have to tread lightly because of what she done with the knife just minutes before.            Taking in as deep of breath that the corset would allow, she spoke in the most serious and fearless voice she could muster.    “What do you want?”    There was a short pause, but once again the green letters assimilated themselves for Amy to read. “Nothing that I do not already possess…”   Amy’s heart fluttered and her hands began to shake with fright; her own heartbeat betrayed her as it raced. The careful bluff had been easily called; the corset had her, and it knew it.   “What are you going to do to me?” Her heartbeat hammered against the crushing strength of the corset.   “You fear for your safety?”   Amy creased her brow in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”   There was a short pause before the glass responded. “I promise I mean you no harm.” Amy shook her head in disbelief, as she read the words several times.    “It’s a little late for that.” Amy voice was heavy with sarcasm.    “You misunderstand my intentions.”    “What? What intentions?”    “I meant only to receive your attention.”   “Well you have it.” She hissed as she spoke, trying to conceal her own fear with a shroud of defiance but knew that her heartbeat would give her away.    “I believe I may be able to assist you, that is, if you are willing…”   “What ARE you?” Amy demanded, unwilling to continue the conversation on the glass shards terms, she wanted answers and was though playing games.    For a moment it looked as though Amy had stuck a cord as there was no response for several minutes but finally it answered her. “I can see that my actions have not left a favorable impression upon you.”   “You didn’t answer my question.”   “As you have not answered mine; I believe we have reached what you refer to as an impasse.”   Amy thought about that for a moment knowing that she wasn’t going to get anywhere if she didn’t at least hear it out.   “I suppose we have, I don’t suppose you are willing to compromise then?”    “Interesting thought, but I perceive much more effective and simple solution.”   “Which is?”   “I wish you to trust me.”   “I don’t think that is going to happen.”   “On the contrary, you do not realize I stand nothing to gain if you are not willing to at least give an audience to my request. So my question to you is what would you desire of me?”      There was no way this was for real, Amy thought. “You know what I want.” She muttered in detest.    The glass did not respond and Amy grew more anxious every second. “Hello?” Still nothing; the glass even stopped pulsing. Amy was beginning to think that she had just made a huge mistake when she began to feel more movement from inside the corset. Amy looked down and entered a state of complete shock as the laces began sliding though the eyelets, and more so as they fell to the floor. Slowly at first then quickly all 20 feet of cord unwrapped themselves from inside the corset and as soon as the last inch fell to the floor the corset fell from her body and landed with a thud at her feet.   Amy took a step back from the garment as it lay motionless on the floor. With the black glass still in her hands, Amy stared to feel very sick in the pit of her stomach. 5 minutes ago Amy would have done anything to get the corset off of her and all she had to do was ask? Something felt very wrong, and yet despite her distrust of the garment she found herself unable to simply throw it out.    Instead, Amy picked up the corset and the pile of laces and placed them back in the box along with the glass shard and closed the lid. Still a bit uneasy, she took the box and shoved it inside an empty drawer. She tried to convince herself that it was because she wouldn’t let someone else fall victim to it but even that sounded much too naïve to be her. Instead she admitted that she was curious, even intrigued by it.   Only an hour had gone by since she shoved it away but Amy found herself pulling the glass shard from the box and inspected it as she lay on her bed. As before the glass shard no longer pulsed to the rhythm of her heartbeat; most likely because she wasn’t wearing the corset anymore she thought. However the glass still appeared to have some kind of liquid within it as from time to time Amy noticed a thick substance pass from one side to the other.   “Are you in there?” She asked remembering how the shard had gone silent just before the corset unlaced itself; Amy idly wandered if she needed to be wearing the corset for it to work. However, to Amy’s relief the green letters once again formed for her to read.   “If your question is implying that I exist inside the glass than your answer is no I’m am not ‘in there’.”   “Then where are you?”   “I would have thought you would have guessed that by now…”   “The corset then?”   “Indeed; was there something else you needed?”   “Yea actually there was something I wanted, to make clear I mean. About last night, I don’t want you to do that again; just jump on me when I am asleep.”   “I understand, you wish me to respect your boundaries, and rest assured I will adhere to your request if only I am to make one of my own.”   “Go on.” Conversation, still civilized Amy thought it fair to at least hear it out, even if she didn’t exactly like where this might be going.      “If you do not intend to dispose of me you must, at the very least, be curious as to what I am and more importantly what I am capable of, but I must admit in my current state isn’t much. I will do as you ask and will from here on out respect your wishes as to when and what conditions the corset is worn. But you must first do something for me.”   Amy pondered what it meant by current state, but was still willing to compromise if it meant she would gain the upper hand. “What did you have in mind?”   “In order to sustain myself I must be joined to a host for a short time, however I believe this premise may frighten you. Therefore I offer an ultimatum; you willingly submit for only a single night or we simply part ways.”   “I don’t know if I can just go with that. I mean I still don’t even trust you yet.”   “I promise no harm will come to you.”   Amy let out a sigh; at this point she could easily wash her hands of the whole mess but she could have also done that an hour ago.    “I will think about it; you will have my answer before dark.”   “That is all I ask.”   Amy couldn’t believe she was doing this but she wasn’t able to take her mind off of the corset the entire day. She pulled out the leather box and sat it on her desk. Carefully she lifted the lid and locked her gaze on the menacing black corset as it lay quietly inside the box. Removing the garment as well as the pile of laces from the box she stepped in front of her mirror and simply placed the lace-less corset around her bare skin and held it there with her free hand.    “You have my answer.” Her voice cracked as she spoke; she knew exactly what was about to happen to her.   The pile of laces that now lay on the floor suddenly became animate as it snapped about for a bit and then finally wrapped itself around Amy’s right leg and climbed its way to the back of the corset like a snake climbing a tree. Amy wouldn’t have to wait long as the entirety of the long lace split into two half’s and wove itself into the steel grommets faster than she could blink. After the slack of the laces had somehow worked its way into the fabric of the corset the whole thing started to contract around her waist, squeezing it into an hourglass shape. As the laces grew tighter and tighter, the corset itself seemed to adjust perfectly to her form; finally both ends of the corset met and the contraction stopped.    Amy agreed to the corsets request and understood that this time she wouldn’t be able to get out of it even if she asked, but her mind was for some reason, more at ease now than it had been the entire day. For better or for worse it had her exactly where it wanted her.

Almost a week and a half had passed since Amy had discovered the mysterious black corset that called itself Addie, inside of a leather bound box that had been placed on the trunk of her car. And although the circumstances surrounding this meeting were still a mystery to both, Addie at the very least seemed to be warming up to her new companion. Enough so that Amy was beginning to gain a small understanding of Addie’s true nature, however for every question that Addie seemed to answer, two more would take their place.

   From the very first few hours that the two had begun conversing, Amy always knew that Addie was not and never h
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Fiction by James Hodgson ©2004


“Just lace me a little tighter,” I begged, as Justine pulled on my corset laces.
It felt like the original sin, as I was squeezed in. This would show them,
I thought. If I could lace tighter than any of the other girls I would
illustrate just how much I was prepared to take.


For when I was just 13, I was forced, while protesting vehemently, into my first
set of proper corsets. I still remember the pains I had to go through to satisfy
my parents’ wishes to have me in a corset and acting like a ‘proper lady’. Since
then, four years ago, my waist has diminished drastically, and now I can lace
myself down to 18 inches and remain there all day and night. I think it was
about last year that I thought I should turn the situation around; if they
wanted me corseted, then I would lace myself tighter and tighter until I split
in two. 


I had heard some girls at school talking about how tight they could lace, but
none could enjoy it as I could. They stopped complaining only when there were
boys around. I did not mix with them, but decided to engineer a situation where,
instead of complaining at the corsetiere’s, I would remain silent and be fitted
with whatever corsets they thought I should wear. It was through this silent
rebellion that I found my true passion in life.
 
Over the last year, I have sat, stood, and danced in ever-tighter corsets, much
to my parents’ delight. I played along with their desires to have a true lady as
a daughter. My mother was always excitedly talking about my coming-out ball, and
how she would surprise me with a beautiful dress to wear. Nevertheless, over the
last year, I fear that they are beginning to see through my little plot, or
maybe it's just that mother looks down upon the practice of tight-lacing, saying
that it is unbecoming for a woman to pant while she is dancing. I, however, do
have one thing in my favour: I have what the corsetiere calls an 'elastic
waist.' Indeed, it is true. For I have been able to take each waist reduction
with a minimal amount of fuss, and after a couple of sleepless nights and some
training corsets, I am ready to wear smaller corsets all day, without too much
pain. However, I must confess to a certain delight at the pain.
 
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