Roleplay.

"Fuck it. If I'm gonna be a ****, then let's have it for real!" — Jen stepped into the belt, pulse quickening as she pressed its cold steel plate against her crotch and shut its three-way junction together with a couple of loud clicks. — "Wow, I've... I've really done it."

"You are not done yet. Look at your nipples. They are so bare and accessible. Doesn't that seem outrageous to you, so-called '****'?"

"Huh. I guess it does. I think I have something for them. Let me just..." — Jen fished a specific piece out of the pile. These were two red breast cups made of shining steel. There was some cushioning inside them to prevent unwanted rubbing from extended wear, but it was the only softness that the enveloped breasts would know, as caressing touches would never reach under the steel.

Tiny chainmail rings were neatly composed into two inch wide shoulder straps that met together in a bulky conjunction of sorts. It landed under her shoulder blades when the girl threw the straps over her head. Clearly, there was something else to it.

After some investigative rubbing, Jen was able to locate the two side straps that were identical to the top ones. It was a little tricky, but she managed to slide each of them into the joining piece as well. A scary snapping sound indicated that the bra was on, and the device in the center of her back started pulling the chainmail straps inside itself.

The girl watched her breasts get completely devoured by the chastity bra. Once there was silence again, she tried some tugging, but the fit was now snug. It was incredibly comfortable at first due to the great weight distribution of the wide straps, but still, it was steel, and the weight was inevitably going to get burdensome later on.

"Wow, am I deep in this stuff. And it turns me on under there even worse now."

"Your rebirth is not finished. Get yourself proper footwear and proper bindings."

Jen stepped out of the stripper sandals. There was too much free spirit in their orange glory. Her hand dragged the dark red metal sandals out of the line instead.

"That's the spirit."

They had a two inch platform and seven inches of unrelenting heels. No cushioning, no heel tip cover — these things were made for destruction, and the visible marks on the wooden floor where they just traveled indicated this more than clearly. The backs of the sandals rose to form moderately thin ankle straps. They were going to fit below her anklets just fine, and she proved it by sliding her toes under the vamps and shutting them together.

Making her first step was already a challenge, since each shoe weighed at least fifteen pounds. As she managed to stand up properly, she looked right into a set of chains. The main chain had four branches in the middle and the lower end that resembled the position of her bracers and anklets way too accurately.

"This is the finishing touch, sweetheart. With these, you will be the most expensive **** in existence."

As the top link of the chain approached the collar, its ring opened slightly, inviting the chain inside. As soon as the girl moved it in, the ring closed again and remained closed after a solid shake onto the chain. The branches were very short, with only four links in each, severely reducing the reach of her hands and the length of her step. And yet, with quiet clinks, the chain was completely attached. With it hanging down from her collar, Jen's neck was not going to last long, so there was nothing better than to keep holding it up with her hands. Not that they were needed for many other purposes, of course.

The **** girl was in joyful bliss. After playing with the ringing chains, she tried stepping out into the wild. The very first step she made split the white floor tile into four pieces with a deafening sound that echoed all over the hall.

She raised her other sandal higher and landed it into an adjacent tile with ****. This one was smashed into tiny splinters and dust, while the seismic impact almost threw her off her own feet and accidentally opened a wardrobe on the other side of the circle from her.

Her ears were still ringing, her stomping sole was pulsing with pain, and her other leg was bleeding very slightly in a couple places after a brief contact with some of the sharper splinters.

"Let's not do this again."

"Let's not do this again. Looks like there was a reason for chaining you. You are a creature of exceptional power."