Anything.

"You know better, you have it! I'll do anything!" — Jen had no idea how much of it she actually meant. It was probably out of her hands anyway.

"Anything? Walk over to that black wardrobe for me, would ya? And make sure to be proper about it this time!"

"Th-that one? The white one's a little closer, I think."

"Are those negotiations?"

"No! No! I'm sorry!"

"You've already promised me an anything. What is your apology now?"

"Anything and no negotiations!"

The last line was not answered, and it echoed all over the hall. Shivering and sobbing all over, Jen let herself loose for a minute more or so, then stared at the impossible boots {If She knows = true}locked{else}{endif} on her feet.

"I must master you." — She almost jumped to her toes. The boots sat impeccably, and there was no pain in her toes. She knew that she needed to stand on straight knees, and she was standing like that. She fell down enough to know better than to bend to the floor just a little bit. Slowly but surely, she was posing in front of the mirror in different poses.

"The ballet boots do not tolerate weakness. If you show it, you belong to the floor."

"Yes, sensei. I'm starting to get it now, but there is still so much for me to learn."

She made one step forward, then another, swinging her hips. She wobbled, but never looked down or bent her knees, and somehow, it just kept working out. Once she reached the jet black door, she was overjoyed with self-fulfillment and, obviously, the dildo-enhanced pleasure center was very happy with the result as well.

Opening the wardrobe with a shining smile, Jen gasped at the abundance of stuff inside, and especially how most of it was shiny latex that she remembered having a softness for. She needed to choose wisely, however, as there probably was not much room for more apologies to the wise voice within her head.