Oh yes... tighter... please make them tighter.

You're starting to get lost in your "I'm trapped in bondage by an intelligent house computer who is intent on turning me submissive" fantasy, so you beg for the clothes to be made tighter.

The house computer obliges, and tightens the clothes into a nice, almost comforting, snug fit.

"I could handle this," you think.

It's like a hug, almost, by these most feminine of clothes. Like waist training that you remember seeing the Kardashians always talking about. But then you remember hearing that it doesn't really help permanently, that your waist always returns back to normal.

But then, you reflect, that's not really the point, is it? This is about *control*. Your body is not your own, but what you wear and how you wear it is being dictated by an external entity. You are being controlled, you are at the mercy and under the direction of...

What? Jack Hewitt? His house computer? The security system?

You notice that the collar is holding your head in a pretty fixed position now. You realize you won't be able to move your neck much at all, if it tightens any further.

And the corset is tight, but not at all uncomfortable.

You would be perfectly happy with this level of tightness.