Damn right.

"Mph-hff!"

That was the reaction to finding yet another item in the deeper shelves of the wardrobe. Jen's fingers ran all over it, identifying two steel bowls connected by tiny chain of tiny links.

"These go onto your still-bare boobies, silly."

"Mphuff..." — Jen's deeply ill mind struggled to understand how to put it on, as there were no straps, just two massive steel cups.

"Try the same thing you did with this soft blindfold. It worked so well back then!"

The girl pushed the bra onto her breasts. The cold metal created a burning sensation over such sensitive part of Jen's body.

"Wiffff!" — she squealed, bringing herself to the edge. The bra then made a squealing sound, and a loop of metal sprung out of the heavier parts of the device, slammed shut on the girl's back and contracted, securing itself on her breasts and getting as tight as it was possible without causing pain. Jen grabbed the bra and tried to feel her nipples, which were trying to stand tall only to get more pressure from the relentless steel cups. Nothing could be felt, the item was impermeable.

"Looks like you are not in charge of your poor titties anymore. Just like you lost your sight, your walking, your moving... Also, I'm the only thing you hear now. That makes me in charge, does it not?"

"Yuff!" — the mindless girl answered.

"This is our only right way, sweetheart. Use your exploring fingers again. We need to keep going our way. It is wise."

Jen laid her steel head on the closest shelf with a clunk and stretched out her hand lazily. She grabbed the closest steel item and pulled it towards her. This one was the heaviest yet, and it would break the wardrobe open in no time... if the voice told her to do so. She squeezed it through and made a conclusion that she had found a chastity belt. Its weight scared the poor girl.

"Throw your fears aside and get it on as well. Let them know the pleasure is yours... and the key holder's, I guess."

Jen hesitantly obeyed and threaded the crotch piece between her legs. Heavy waist pieces shut themselves together tightly around her waist only because of their insane heaviness, but the locking mechanism did not activate until the crotch piece was in place as well. The whole device then tightened even more with a series of loud clunks, hugging Jen's crotch relentlessly. Instinctively, she tried to reach her excited pussy under the steel plate, but it was not possible anymore.

"Are these tears in your eyes? Are you afraid? Don't know what's next? Then keep yourself busy, sweetheart. I don't want you flooding your blindfold."

The girl sobbed aloud before stretching her tenacious hands again. As the voice pointed out, she did not know what to do in her situation, but it was giving answers, even if they mostly turned out to be "Make your situation worse and enjoy it". Her reason slipped away completely a while ago, so there was no alternative to that.

"Search right behind you. There might be something you've missed."

Jen stretched her top part of the body and turned around. Just as she put both of her hands on the shelf for keeping balance, she realized that this wasn't the shelf surface, but another steel piece. After the sensor squealed, the girl heard metal springing into action, and she discovered that her hands were now trapped inside a pair of ball-shaped steel mittens.

Now that she was unable to use her fingers, there was nothing left to fear. There was only acceptance, that the metal prison she constructed upon herself is sure to last until her time comes.

"Mphuph..." — Jen slid onto the floor of the wardrobe and rested for a few seconds until the layer of wood started moving down with her lying on it.

"Stay still, rest... while I add you to the rest."

ENDING #5