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Every day, Esme would lace up her corset, feeling the pressure build around her middle. The tightness reminded her of the pleasure to come, and she would shiver with anticipation. She could feel her body changing, her waist growing smaller and her hips more pronounced.

As she went about her day, she would imagine the worthy men who would appreciate her efforts. She would fantasize about them unlacing her corset, revealing her bare skin beneath. She would imagine their hands exploring her body, feeling the curves that her corset had created.

Esme’s Corset training was not just physical, but also mental. She was learning to open herself up, to give herself over to the desires of worthy men. She was learning to be a better fuckslut, and she was loving every moment of it.

At night, Esme would lie in bed, her corset still laced tight around her waist. She would touch herself, imagining the worthy men who would soon be touching her. She would imagine their cocks filling her, their hands gripping her hips. She would imagine their moans of pleasure as she opened herself up to them.

And as she came, she would whisper to herself, “I am a fuckslut, and I am proud of it. Corset training has made me who I am.” And she would drift off to sleep, dreaming of the worthy men who would soon be fulfilling her every desire.

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