She is too shy to wear the dress any longer.

"Oh my god. This is all too much. I'm a good girl! This dress is for an expensive fetish slut that I'm not."

"Of course you are! You're so expensive I don't even know if anyone can afford you..."

"No, no, no, stop it, okay? It feels real good, but even a faithless person like me knows that it's a sin." — Jen said and reached to undo the button on the back of her neck. It was a bitter feeling, but she had to admit this was all wrong and it was time to stop playing games, find proper clothes and get the hell out of here.

But the button refused to leave its socket. She tugged at it a bit harder, but there was no difference.

"Ah, well. Maybe it'll come off later. Guess we don't mind to wear the dress for a little longer?"

{If Insanity >50}For a few more seconds the girl was pulling the button just to tease herself. Whoops, now this sexy white dress is stuck on her. Maybe it's for the better...{endif}

"I said, stop it!{If Insanity >50}" — Jen had to put in a considerable amount of effort to collect herself. — "{else} {endif}What the hell is wrong with this button?"

Her right hand got a bit tired from the failed attempts, so the girl sent out the left one for a more intricate approach. Her tender fingers inspected the metal button's surface and found a hole in it. A hole for a key!

"This thing locks?! What's going on?" — out of her playing mood, Jen tried to pull the dress' cleavage apart, but despite its seeming openness, it never stretched wide enough to let her out. Not even close.

"Alright. Okay." — she said, recovering her breath. — "You know, I can just do it the other way!"

She tried to wiggle one of her arms out of its short puffy sleeve, but the fit was so precise that the material's resistance exceeded her forceful efforts by a lot and by only slightly less when she tried to free her head. Grunting and cursing, Jen came up with a new plan and started to roll the skirt up in hopes of escaping the dress by turning it inside out. The latex dress' resistance was growing with each inch of the skirt lifted, as its fit only suggested one shape it was supposed to have.

As Jen approached the hip area of the skirt, she felt moisture. With the **** she was applying to escape the dress, it was no surprise she was sweating hard under the latex! Just a few seconds later, the remainder of the lube along with the sweat combined their efforts and made the girl's fingers slip off and let go. The skirt rolled back down quickly and forcefully, and with a painful *FLAP* above her knees it was back in place, nullifying the progress.

Jen moaned in despair and sat down on the bench to have a small break. She stared down onto her shoes. Her breath quickening again, she reached for the ankle strap and saw a couple more keyholes. A tear ran down Jen's cheek as she carefully put her hand under the skirt and realized that the dildo was also locked in her pussy.

"Of course you are, sweetheart, of course you are. No use denying that."

The girl's mouth went dry. Her whole outfit was locked on her — and she did it to herself! Now Jen was not so sure that the second voice in her head was totally wrong...