I want to step into the high heels.

Your feet are cold and uncomfortable, so with a sigh you succumb to the inevitable and walk over to inspect the shoes.

They are a pair of ladies pumps with 4" heels. You are going to be learning how to walk in high-heels.

"Right, posture training," you remember the voice said when you were first ejected from the frame.

What's weird is the shoes are literally attached to the wall. You can't sit down and put them on, or move them at all. Instead, you have to face away from the wall, then thread each foot into a shoe.

They are a very loose fit. This means they are easy to put on, but how will you ever be able to walk in them? They will fall off after a single step.

Good girl.

Says the room computer. It makes you squirm -- something in your tummy twists up -- being called a girl.

Now slip into the corset.

"What the everlasting fuck?" You ask. "A corset?"

Shit, it's that tube on the wall!!

From above, the first and larger of the tubes slide slowly down the wall. Just as it reaches your head, at the last minute you make up your mind and you raise your arms and slip into into it, arms first followed by your head and shoulders.

Like the shoes, it's very loose, so it slides easily down your body, eventually settling at your waist. The corset is big and wide, starting at your crotch and going all the way to your underarms.

"Mr. Hewitt, you pervert!" you mutter as you notice the large, heavy falsies with big fat nipples built into the bra cups of the corset. They are quite large, at least a Double-D size. You tentatively feel them with your hands. They are covered in satin but are quite realistic.

Is this starting too make you horny? Wearing a corset with built-in boobs and big fat nipples? Fondling your nice big titties? ("I want nice big titties" - remember that?)

Do you love having a computer **** you to dress in high heels and a corset with big fat boobies? Is that a fantasy come true? Does that make you squirm and tingle with pleasure?

I bet it does!

Now put your head into the collar.

Said the voice, as the second tube started its descent.

WAIT, hold on, WAIT JUST A FREAKIN' MOMENT!! You panic.

But just as you realize what the FUCK is going on and NO WAY are you going to PUT YOUR NECK IN A COLLAR WHICH COULD STRANGLE YOU... it's already too late. The thing has already slipped over your head and is already half-way down your face, and you can't escape because the corset is still attached to the wall which limits how much you can move.

And so the collar -- which completely freaks you out!!! -- slips down and down until it's around your neck when it stops.

But still you struggle, frantically trying to disengage yourself from the thing.

But it's all too late. The corset, the collar, the shoes because...

... they all automatically tighten around you!!

There must be some sort of tightening mechanism in the clothing attached to the wall.

Should I make the clothes tighter?

Asks the house computer.

You think about this for a moment. Why would the computer be giving you a choice? And what are the consequences of the choice?

There is definitely a bondage-y feeling to your predicament. How much more uncomfortable to you want to be?