I hope the leotard has some fiendishly evil features for me to discover!

You are fully trapped in the leotard now!

Draw strings around your wrists pull shut, trapping them. The zipper in back pulls slowly closed, all on its own, the drawstring pulling up into the cables which disappear in to the ceiling.

As the zipper slowly closes it pulls the leotard super tight around your body, clutching and trapping it in a cruel embrace. The waist is especially small, making it hard to take deep breaths.

Cables pull on the mittens (and my hands and arms with them) pulling my left arm around my right side and vice versa.

When they're done, you are bound up like a straight jacket, with both hands and arms useless, hugging yourself.

Trapped!

As the zipper reaches the top of your back, you realized that the bra cups of the leotard were made of hard plastic. As the fabric stretches tight around my body, the cups are tightly pressed against your male breasts. Under the leotard they make your body quite curvaceous, but why were they made of hard plastic? Why not silicon or saline, like regular breast forms?

But then you feel something inside the cups, like soft bristles pressing against your skin. You twisted your body trying to get the little points of the bristles aimed at less delicate places, but as you do the bristles danced across your nipples!

Now you realize the fiendishness of the bra cups! There are little spring-mounted brushes inside! The slightest movement will send them oscillating like mad, brushing across your nipples, making them ultra sensitive. They are soft bristles, but maddeningly distracting.

A motor clicks on from above, and you hear some hissing around your abdomen.

Oh god... no...

You feel the weirdest "tugging" sensation on your penis. penis. I flexed your muscles a bit to try and get flex your muscles a bit to try and get more comfortable, but then your penis is sucked (*shlorp!*) into a tube -- like a literally vacuum -- at the front of the leotard. The tube snakes up to join the bundle of cables which go up to the the jointed arm in the ceiling.

"OH! OH! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

You gasp as everything is tightened up. The zipper pulls all the way shut, the tube pulling your penis retracts a bit into the ceiling (painfully pulling on your member), and the cable attached to the probe in your penis tightens up, thrusting the dildo even deeper in - probing parts which have never been probed before. The probe in your ass is like a big, soft-rubber hook attached to a cable in the ceiling. If the cable tightens from above, the hook will thrust deeper and deeper into your ass, and with the shape of the probe, it will also **** your asshole to stretch wider and wider.

You lift up on tip-toes to try and relieve the strain, but the cables and tubes retracted with you, maintaining an even tension on everything. There is nothing you can do!

Slowly, ever so slowly, so as not to encourage further invasion of your ass, You settle back down to the floor, pulling the cables and tubes with you.

With every twitch of your body, every twitch of your body, you feel the brushes moving over your feel the brushes moving over your nipples, stimulating them. If only your arms were free! You could have pulled down on the cables to make them less invasive.

But it's impossible. You are trapped in an overly intimate, tight, clutching, hugging, probing, and oh-so-stimulating leotard, like a horny marionette on strings.

A light flickers on the opposite wall.

You see a large flat-screen video of a lady in a leotard just like yours at a gym somewhere.

"Hello there!" she says, excessively perky, her blond hair tied up in a pony tail swinging around her head. "And welcome to Step Aerobics!"

"AAAAGH! NO! NOOOOO!!!" You shout, panicking. "ANYTHING BUT THAT!!!!"