"Ah well. You're the boss."

"No I'm not. I'm a proud **** of my own desires and my own precious outfit. And my desires want me to press this button."

The girl pressed the button with her nose. It acquired a glowing green outline, and there was humming behind the doors. Long, long ten seconds later, there was a click, and she entered the cabin. It had mirrors for walls and ceiling, and she could see each detail of her outfit from aside. The girl caught herself smiling through her gag and decided to turn her attention towards the panel.

There was just one huge button shaped after a downwards arrow. It was labeled "DUNGEON".

"That's where slaves belong in the sado-maso mythology, isn't it?"

This time, her elbow did the job, and the elevator started off.

Leaning on the wall, the girl saw herself on the other side. She witnessed her hand straining towards her pussy, but these attempts of reunion were pathetic, since there was no way out of her big bad wrist cuffs. Her pussy's patience was running out, but the conditions were not yet set, and the dildo that was helping with building up the tension was too solid and immobile.

She wiggled her hips to give some movement, but this was all just teasing.

"You'll get what you want where you're going. Stop torturing yourself for no reason." — Jen tried to be helpful.

Finally, the elevator arrived to the Dungeon. The girl walked out and was not disappointed.

The walls were laid out of real stones that went up to the tall ceiling, and the room itself contained various contraptions, bondage equipment, hooks, rings and two huge plastic bowls: one labeled "SEALERS", the other — "UPGRADERS".

One of the mechanisms caught her immediate attention: it was a big and strong metal swing. The main difference between it and its kids' playground counterpart was on the spotlight in form of two dildos standing tall in the panty-like seat with massive buckles at the waist level.

"...but you already have one in your pussy."

"We have to be together. No matter what it takes."