I walk carefully, but efficiently to the next blinking light.

This time the blinking light is closer to the front, where there's no spaces between the tiles and so you get there relatively quickly and press the button.

Good girl.

Already your feet are starting to hurt from being crammed into the shoes.

*zzip*

A small padded shelf slid out from one of the slots on the wall.

A bench! You think. Perfect!

"Thank you!" you say to the house computer, walking (carefully) over to it and sitting down.

*FLASH*

Something on the far wall flashed!

"What the fuck?" You look around. Did the house take a picture of me? you wonder.

Please cross your legs.

Says the house computer, in her friendly, but somehow dominating voice.

Did Jack Hewitt get an actress to do the voice work? You wonder. What did she think about when he gave her the lines? Did he give her notes, like 'Now, say this one like a dominatrix, but you know, in a friendly neighborhood I'm-not-going-to-take-any-shit-so-you-better-do-what-I-say-if-you-know-what's-good-for-you-sweetie sort of voice?

Please cross your legs.

Fine, you roll your eyes.

But, unh!! You try to cross your legs but you can't because there's that fucking cord connecting the shoes.

So, you settle for crossing your legs at the ankle.

"Just like a proper lady," you realize, ruefully.

*FLASH*

Another picture??

Please fold your hands in your lap.

Fold my hands in my lap? What is this, finishing school? You think to yourself.

But then, of course, realize that that is exactly what this is. This is finishing school. You're being trained to be a proper young lady, head up, good posture, small steps (goddamn cord) and now... sitting with your hands in your lap.

*FLASH*

Another picture.

Good girl.

Congratulations! You passed inspection! Now you know how to sit like a proper lady. You wonder if, when you get out of here, if you'll have more opportunities to sit like this - legs crossed at the ankle, hands folded, perfect posture, head up, breasts out...

The thought starts to make you horny again.

What if you had to sit like this for the rest of the life?

After a few minutes, you hear "Time to get get up."

But no! You don't want to get up! You're happy exactly where you are, and you are NOT moving--

*ZZIIP*

The shelf retracts into the wall and you tumble to the floor! Fuck! It takes you a minute, but you finally get back to your feet.

And you know what? It's fucking difficult to get up off the floor with high heels (connected with a 1-foot cord), a corset, and collar!