You're dressed up like a total slut

You recognize the general shape of this outfit from that video of Samantha. This should have connected some dots for you but you weren't in a state of mind capable of pattern recognition at the moment. Every part of you capable of executive thought seemed to be stuck analyzing the pretty videos and sounds that surrounded you. Sucking from the firehose of subliminal meaning contained just under the surface. There was one pattern that did bubble up to your narrowed perception, you now looked exactly like those happy sluts bouncing up and down on dildos and getting the release you were so jealous of. The only difference was that they had... They had one of those fake cocks. You guess you had a fake cock too, but yours was secured safely in your cage, and it was really.... really... it was a clitty anyways... You wish you had a cock though, you're so horny and it looks so fun....

You eyes were way out of focus, you were bordering on comatose but suddenly at long last as if a man had grabbed your face and turned it your vision refocused on the box. What was in the box? You stumble to the now closed box, you pull the handle and...