Ignore the warning.

“TIME TO HAVE SOME FUN!”

As she was stroking herself, she leaned her weight upon the open wardrobe door. She managed to hang onto its top with her left hand, while the right hand had some unfinished business to do. Her moans weren’t echoing all over the hall as much, because the ‘storages department’ was much taller and absorbed more sound than the footwear lockers.

As she finally reached her climax, however, Una couldn’t hold onto anything and fell down into the wardrobe. She was wiggling in pleasure and satisfaction from successfully warming herself up, but then, when she began to calm down, the girl realized that her neck lies upon a small and wide metal bar. It was slightly curved towards her neck’s shape.

Before Una could figure out anything out of this, the bar let out a squealing sound, and more metal sprung from inside of it and closed shut under her chin, forming a collar!

First of all the girl sprung out of the wardrobe and onto her unsteady legs before its content can make another **** at her. Then she searched for an opening in the collar, but only found another keyhole...

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” — she slammed her fist against a random closed door in anger.

The collar’s snugness around her neck wasn’t helping in regaining her normal breathing rate. This thing was about three inches wide, but ‘only’ half an inch thick. Now Una had to hold her neck straight, and she had trouble simply looking downwards at her heels, which were as irremovable the collar now was.

“That’s what I get for going along with my feelings!” — Una cried and stomped hard against the ceramic tile with her killer heel. The tile shattered into tiny splinters, which flew all over the passage between two long storage rows.

The sound spread around the hall like a gunshot and has put a sudden stop to Una’s emotional outbreak. She stood tall on her heels as her breath slowly normalized. She rubbed the steel around her neck. It was completely smooth by both wide and short sides.

“It’s a clean work.”

“Shut the fuck up.” — Una hoped that the collar won’t make her neck too tired soon. Other than that, she tried to ignore her new accessory and decided to speed up her search and find something to cover her torso, and, preferably, keep the possibility to freely change out of it later.

Una also didn’t feel any excessive liquid in her thong, even though she just came into them. She pulled the tight latex away from her skin and found nothing.

“Well, finally something positively weird.”