Freya was sitting on the sofa watching the shopping channel, one knee up as she painted her toenails with a fiery red nail varnish. She heaved a sigh, feeling completely bored with her life. Her husband James was a high flying executive; with the money he earned they had a lovely home, expensive cars, several overseas holidays a year - and no sex life! Tonight, however, she was hoping to change that situation. It was their fifth wedding anniversary (though they had been together for more than eight years) and she was determined to get laid tonight! Finishing her nails, she sprayed them with a quick dry spray and got ready to go out shopping. There were a few little lingerie accessories that she thought would be irresistible....

As she was putting her shoes on to go out shopping, her mobile rang. "Hi babe!" came the voice of her husband, "Hope you're having a good day!" "It'll be better when you're home," she replied, "I‘ve got some surprises planned for you!" "Ah - yes, well," he stammered, "There is a teensy little problem with that..."  Freya snapped back, "Tell me you're not working!" "Hunny, the MD has invited me to fly with him to Tokyo to finalise a big deal; it'll be worth a fortune to the company and, if it comes off, I'll be offered a directorship!" enthused James. "Big bucks for us; we can probably move to a better house!" "Fuck a better house!" wailed Freya, "What use is a house if you're never there and if it's empty apart from me!" "Darling, I can get you a cleaner or housekeeper if you want..." he started to reply. "You know that's not what I mean", she retorted, "You know what I want!"

"Oh that again," he replied grumpily. "If by, ‘that again' you mean my desire for a child, you are quite correct!" shouted Freya. "We agreed that it wasn't the right time for a child," yelled back James. "No! You agreed! It's all about you!" bawled Freya, "Your job, your friends, your trophy wife, your Porsche - well I've had enough! Fuck off to Japan; I'll celebrate our anniversary on my own!" She cut him off and flung herself on the sofa, sobbing. How could he do this to her?? Eventually, all cried out, she decided to go shopping anyway; perhaps battering his credit card would make her feel a little better. She'd pop into Harvey Nichols to look at their lingerie ranges - there was certain to be some really expensive underwear there! Flinging on a jacket, she grabbed her car keys from the hall table and jumped into her Merc. Gravel spinning from her wheels, she accelerated out of the drive for the short hop into London.

After parking up (always a chore), she made her way to Harvey Nicks and headed for the lingerie department. One of the shop assistants noted her presence and walked over. "Is there something I can do for madam?" she asked. "Yes please," answered Freya, "I would like something that would make any man beg to make love to me!" "Ah, let me guess; husband trouble!" smiled the assistant, "I think we have just the sort of apparel that you need!" Leading Freya across to a private room, the assistant took some measurements, muttering in appreciation at the narrow waist, the well-proportioned hips and letting out a gasp as Freya removed her top exposing a very well filled bra. "Madam has a stupendous bosom!" gushed the assistant in delight, "I can think of a garment that will make the most of your stunning physique."

While the assistant was searching for the items she felt would suit, Freya looked at herself in the mirror. Flaming auburn hair tumbled about her shoulders and a heart shaped face stared back at her. Liquid brown eyes sat beneath exquisitely shaped eyebrows, the long lashes setting the whole off. A pretty little nose and full plump lips made up the full picture. She did see the creamy swell of her breasts above the lace of her bra - yes they weren't too shabby. Looking further down, she saw the one area she had never been that happy with. Encased in black nylon, her pubic mound was very prominent; as James said, "It's like a bull's nose!" In addition, she'd always hated wearing leggings, as her pussy lips were so developed; she always had a ‘camel toe' effect. Wow, she was developing a whole range of animal impersonations! She laughed, then the whole situation caught up with her and she started to sob quietly and was found like this by the assistant.

"Now, now madam," said the assistant consolingly, "No man is worth it!" Freya sniffled, "But when it's your anniversary and your husband can't be assed to turn up?" she cried. "May I respectfully suggest that madam has a good night out, gets thoroughly drunk and then speaks to her husband and sets an ultimatum - pay more attention or you will leave!" Freya snuffled into her handkerchief, "Perhaps I will." "Good," said the assistant, "I am Margot and I believe I have some perfect items for a woman in need!" Freya looked, wide-eyed, as Margot brought out a corset. Black satin and red velvet, laces dangling, Freya looked a bit bemused. "I thought those went out with the Victorians!" she muttered. "No, no, no," said Margot, "This is a woman's armour. A good corset helps a woman stand erect, emphasises the child bearing hips, and, in madam's case, the proud bosom. A woman in a corset is the equal of any man!"

"If I may?" gestured Margot. Freya nodded and watched as the other woman got her to step into the corset and slide it upwards. "Madam will need to remove her brassiere," said Margot and Freya complied, reddening slightly at the admiring looks the assistant was giving her. "Magnificent!" breathed Margot, "And if it is not to forward of me, madam has nipples built for piercing!" Freya shuddered at the thought, though she wasn't sure if the feeling was fear or anticipation..... Margot eased the corset into its correct position, and, standing behind Freya, commenced lacing it up. "Can madam breathe out slightly?" asked Margot. Freya exhaled and Margot took the opportunity to tug the laces tighter. Freya closed her eyes, feeling slightly faint, and then opened them again as Margot whistled. She considered her reflection in the room's mirror. Her figure was now an exaggerated hourglass, her hips looking amazing and her breasts; wow, they seemed to be balanced on a platform, her nipples barely enclosed by the corset and the smooth pale skin of her cleavage on show, seeming to make her boobs look enormous! "Madam looks divine, a vision!" said Margot, clearly taken aback by the vision standing in front of her. "And to top it off, I have bought a selection of our top of the range stockings from Wolford, Cervin and others. All fully fashioned and all will be held securely in place by the six suspenders either side."

"Er - what about knickers?" Freya asked querulously.  "A lady would never wear panties with a corset! We must let that area breathe, and besides, I thought the idea was to make a man beg?" said Margot. "Does madam have any suitable shoes and a dress that would enhance madam's appearance?" "I have some skyscraper Louboutins and Manolo Blahniks," she replied, "I love my shoes! As for a dress, well I have some that may be suitable, I'll just have to try a few on. But, I have a problem," she said, "Putting on this corset will obviously need some assistance and I'm home alone...." "Give me your address and a time and I'll be there to assist," said Margot. "All part of the service?" asked Freya. "On no!" breathed Margot, "This will all be for me! Now, if I can take madam's credit card...thank you. Where is madam parked?" Freya explained where she'd left her car. "If I may suggest, go via Brompton Road and take a detour down Trevor Square. There is a little doorway to a basement ‘emporium' called ‘Spirit of the Dark' - I think it may be worth a visit." Freya passed Margot a card with her name, address and mobile number. "If you can be there for about 7," she asked, "I'm going to aim for 8 o'clock as a departure time." "I'll be there for 7," said the assistant, "Though I'm not sure you'll be ready for an eight o'clock departure. I'll bring all your purchases so you can have your hands free on the way home." She winked at Freya, who wondered what she meant; surely it wouldn't take that long to get dressed...