Inspiration was drawn from these pics: http://threnodynvelvet.livejournal.com/ ... tml#cutid1
http://fairygothmother.co.uk/70-m2051.htm
I would have wanted Relena wearing this corset ( http://fairygothmother.co.uk/kk-01.htm ), but the idea of her dominating Heero was too hard to resist. XD The model in most of the pics is an LJ acquaintance of mine, Lady Morgana. She's quite talented as an artist as well and extremely nice.
I also borrowed inspiration from her for the 1xR fanart that I still can't post because of the damned scanner. T__TSTANDARD FIC DISCLAIMERS APPLY!!! Also, possible PWP.
A LITTLE BIT OF LATEX
Heero Yuy sighed for the nth time as he trudged slowly up the stairs. His footsteps that were normally light and barely audible were now dull and echoed throughout the vast halls. He had expected to find Relena waiting at the door but when he entered, no one save Pargan greeted him.
The Peacecraft Mansion was empty that whole week, what with Milliardo Peacecraft gone off to the Carribean with his wife, Lucrezia Noin-Peacecraft on their third honeymoon. Relena was left alone and thus, Heero was instructed to sleep over in one of the guest rooms just to safeguard her. Of course since she was his fianc?e, he didn't really have to go through with formalities and get permission to stay at the mansion, but this was work-related and Relena was a stickler for ethics. So just to set a good example, he still filled out the necessary paperwork.
By day, he was her loyal bodyguard but later in the night, he had her all to himself in an ultimately... more pleasing situation. Memories of her warm, naked skin crept into his brain and he felt a slow tingling gathering at the pit of his stomach. Nothing enticed him more than the sight of her pinned beneath him, her hair spread over the sheets, her blue-green eyes sparkling, her breasts heaving with agitation as she smiled up at him --
Suddenly his cellular phone rang and he was jolted out of his latest Relena fantasy. "Heero, come into the room, please?" Relena's sweet voice filtered through his brain and he smirked.
"I'll be there in two minutes." He quickly ended the call and set off on a brisk walk, feeling immensely better at how her voice had been so full of promise on the phone.
Heero stopped at the end of the long hallway, going to the redwood doors that led to her room. He took a deep breath, turning the knob and pushing the door to walk in, only to be surprised at the sight that greeted him.
There were candles on almost all the tables. The room smelled of incense. And suspended above Relena's four-poster bed was a giant mirror gilded in silver. The bedsheets were a sinful dark red, he noticed. And they weren't the ordinary cotton sheets that Relena loved so much but red silk sheets. He turned to the bathroom door that was slightly ajar, hearing angry music blaring from the inside. But before he had the chance to knock, Relena -- or what LOOKED like Relena -- strode out of the bathroom.
Heero's blue eyes widened and his mouth parted slightly in shock as he gaped at his fianc?e.
Relena was wearing a corset. An impossibly tight black leather corset that pushed her breasts up and cinched her small waist in at a shocking eighteen inches if his estimate was correct, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. Her hair was pulled back away from her face in a severe ponytail and her eyes were lined with black eyeshadow, making her blue-green eyes look positively seductive and giving her a smoky look. Her arms were sheathed in black latex and she wore thigh-high black stockings that were held up by the corset's garters. Her lips were colored in a deep shade of red and Heero could almost imagine apples...ripe, juicy apples that made him just want to take a bite --
"Sit down!" Relena commanded. Her eyes narrowed at him. Heero found, however, that he STILL had no idea what was going on. He was still trying to figure out Relena in a corset.
The sting of something hitting his cheek brought him to attention. Relena had slapped him but something in the way she stared at him only made a certain part of his body respond. He sat down, his cheek still smarting but his attention all focused on Relena.
"You're certainly being a bad boy," she whispered, her voice caressing his ears above the din of the music that was still playing in her bathroom. Vaguely Heero recalled that it was some obscure death-metal band singing about blood and tears and eternal lovemaking. He jerked up when Relena pointed a riding crop at him that she had, until now, hidden behind her back. "Take off your clothes!" She instructed.
His hands automatically found the buttons of his shirt but this whole scene was far too much for him. For some reason, he was having more trouble working the buttons of his shirt loose. When he had gotten to the fourth button and parts of his chest had been exposed, Relena glared. "You're being too slow! Are you waiting for me to punish you?!" Yet even as she yelled, the riding crop slapped across his chest, leaving an angry welt in its place. He hissed at the sudden pain but kept his eyes open and grit his teeth as he frantically tore at the rest of his shirt buttons, hurriedly shrugging it off and leaving his chest exposed for her.
Red lips parted in a smile and she nodded in approval. "Very, VERY good," she purred, placing one hand on a shapely hip. "Now, are you willing to be my pupil for this evening, dear one?"
Heero could only nod. This was too good to be true for him. Relena was actually fulfilling the one fantasy he had of her that he thought would be taboo. He watched as she sauntered over to him, her thighs brushing against each other. The pleaser boots she wore were impossibly high, making her legs look even longer than they already were. The heels as thin as icepicks could have been considered dangerous but the way that Relena seemed to balance effortlessly in them sucked the breath out of his body. She approached the foot of the bed, tracing her fingers on his skin, lingering briefly on the red mark on his chest before travelling upwards to his face.
"Such a handsome specimen," she murmured. "I was lonely earlier but now that I've got some company, I am going to enjoy this night..." She ran a hand through his hair, massaging his scalp and suddenly grabbing handfuls of his hair, yanking his head back. "You will be my slave and I will teach you everything I know."
Heero's mind raced and he reached up to grab her hips to pull her on his lap. But Relena seemed to a lot stronger in her costume and she slapped him across the cheek again, before she stood back and placed one boot on his chest, pushing him backwards on the bed. The riding crop stung him on the chest four times and he hissed at the sudden pain. Relena was certainly enjoying this role, he thought as he watched her drag his hands up and chain them to the headboard.
"You're not allowed to touch me," Relena growled as she straightened up and surveyed his form on the bed. "You have been very stubborn, dear one, and I will be punishing you in ways that will make you cry out."
She teasingly brushed a hand against his groin, feeling his hardness straining through the denim even as his hips jerked slightly upwards. "Ah, there is some eagerness in you." She slowly began to unzip his jeans, pausing every second to stroke him through the cotton of his briefs that was slowly becoming more exposed to the air.
Heero could only shut his eyes. The combination of the pain he was still feeling from beind whipped with the slow and deliberate caresses of her hand was driving him crazy. He wanted her. He wanted to rip that bedamned corset off her and just take her. But everytime he attempted to take control, she'd hit him and then her gentle touch weakened him.
He had never told anyone about his BDSM fetish. Not even Duo could ply that out of him so he was wondering how Relena had found out. However, pondering about that really wasn't an option at this point. Especially when Relena had sucessfully removed his jeans and was now straddling him, a candle in her hand.
The smirk on her face was positively evil, and with the way the candlelight illuminated her features, any normal man would be afraid. But strangely enough, the whole setting had given Heero a hard-on faster than most other times he and Relena had been together in bed. He gasped when she tilted the candle, causing hot wax to fall directly on his left nipple. His hips jerked upwards again but she held him down. She then leaned forward, the enticing curves of her breast brushing against his muscles as she blew on his chest before proceeding to his shoulder, biting down hard and nearly drawing blood as he moaned and strained against his shackles.
He groaned out her name, wanting to get the sweet torture over and done with but she was forcing him to keep still as she tilted the candle again on his other nipple before blowing on it and then trailing down to just above his groin with her mouth, using tongue and teeth effectively to bite him and taste him at the same time.
She stopped at his briefs, fingering the waistband slowly as she looked up at him, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Be patient, dear one," she purred -- oh my GOD! SHE PURRED! -- placing the candle on the bedside table before gesturing for him to look up to the mirror. "Watch yourself surrender to your darkest passions, it will be something you will never forget."
Swallowing hard, Heero obeyed and looked up, seeing their reflections in the mirror. He watched how Relena's hands slowly removed the last of his underwear, freeing his erect member. He watched how she started to stroke him with one hand and how her tongue darted out to lick him. That caused him to shut his eyes and he bucked upwards, even as Relena massaged his inner thighs with her other hand.
"Please...please..." He was well beyond coherent. Relena's ministrations were unlike what he had experienced before. A slight tug on his member made him open his eyes to look at her. She told him to keep his eyes open and on the mirror. He wanted to tell her how extremely difficult it was becoming but he obeyed nonetheless.
Her mouth suddenly closed on his shaft, her tongue stroking him slowly as she continued to stoke his length. Her rhythm steadily increased and before long, Heero was over the edge and pumping himself into her mouth. Just when he felt himself peaking, Relena tore herself away from his penis and he came all over her chest and her corset.
"You disobeyed me again!" She slapped him twice across the face before yanking his head back against the pillow. "Do not provoke me, dear one," she whispered, her mouth only inches away from his. "I am your teacher, do not defy me."
Relena kissed him then, plunging her tongue into his mouth and Heero returned the kiss just as feverishly, grinding his hips against hers as the music blared. He could feel himself hardening again as she broke free of their kiss and slowly traced a path with the tip of her tongue from his mouth to his jawline and finally to his neck.
She smelled of roses and sweat and of him and they contrasted heavily against the incense. By now, Heero's senses were on overdrive and as he looked up again at their entwined bodies reflected in the mirror, he groaned.
Hearing him say her name on a pleading keen, she shimmied down, hurriedly parting her underwear and taking all of him into her in one swift movement. Her sharp gasp echoed his even as she used her free hand to steady herself. She circled her hips in a slow, sensuous motion as Heero thrust deep into her. Her fingers dug into his hips as their pace built up in a frenzy.
The drumbeats of the background music seemed to match the pounding of his heart and Heero thrust harder and faster into her even as she met his thrusts with her own, moaning and rocking against him. His essence was still on her and it dripped down from her chest to where they were joined. Watching that and then looking up at the mirror was almost too much for him and he gave a hoarse shout, emptying himself into her the second time, just seconds after her walls clamped tight around him.
Relena collapsed on him in a heap, her shoulders heaving as she struggled for breath. Heero let out the breath he was holding as he kissed the top of her head and any part of her he could still reach while his hands were still chained.
This was, by far, the most intense sexual experience they had ever shared.
"I'm sorry I hit you so many times, Heero..."
Her voice was apologetic and when she looked up, guilt was written all over her face. He chuckled.
"Don't be sorry, love," he replied. "I'll never know how you found out about my BDSM fetish but seeing you in that corset damn turned me on."
She laughed. "Well, one thing you never knew about me was that I was trained to wear a corset back at St. Gabriel's." She winked at him and Heero suddenly had a mental image of a teenaged Relena struggling for breath in her very first corset. "We girls had finishing classes separate from the men."
"No wonder there were times you looked so pale..."
Relena nodded. "I got used to it. What surprises me is that YOU never told me all about your fantasies, Heero."
He shook his head, muttering something about Duo humiliating him as he shook his chains to remind Relena that he was still bound. "Can you get this off now? I think this is the part where we cuddle."
But then she threw him a look that was so positively evil that Heero knew the night had barely begun.
-- THE END--
:o 
I loved writing this fic. 
And you're right about the corsets. They can be quite painful if you're not trained enough yet. That's why you need to be gradual in lacing your corset tighter. 
