"What have I done?"

Jen was trying to comprehend everything that just happened in a matter of minutes. She remembered everything, how it sounded, how it felt, how it smelled. Yet she has helpless to stop her dark side from luring her into these latex and steel devices, which obviously were locking and to which there obviously wasn't a key.

"I want to take these things off" — she whined, and there was no easy way to accomplish what she wanted.

Jen wanted to go away from there, but she could not see where to go; she wanted to scream in case someone would help her, but an artificial cock was blocking her mouth; she wanted to try and tear her irremovable latex suit away, but her hands were now trapped inside one hundred percent stainless steel ball-shaped mittens with her wrists snugly surrounded by an automatically closing metal brace attached to the mitten.

There was little that she could do, so she still decided to go somewhere to have a chance to find a way to get freed of all this. She stepped out over the tiny wardrobe's doorstep, but had to face another unpleasant detail: her ankle boots she put on without inspecting had 6-inch wedge heels which, despite their steepness, were rather easy to keep balance in, but also had a chain that limited the length of her steps to only nine inches.

The girl had to take a random direction and hope for the best. She was drooling onto her bare neckline, and saliva was flowind down onto her breasts and onto her latex suit, which was so tight it did not allow a single drop between it and Jen's body.

The chain between her booties ringed playfully, her trapped fists rang against the steel mittens deafly, and the crotch part of the suit rubbed against her pussy **** Jen to moan into the gag. All of it did not help in finding her way between the other furniture present in the mall or keeping her balance on the floor without even seeing the floor. But the hope was pushing the poor girl forward.