She is selective.

"I'll find something truly special to make my outfit match my state of mind." — said Jen. The words were precise, but their meaning was going to be very different if they were said fifteen minutes ago.

She skipped the two steel bars and PVC skirt she found on the next shelf, deciding to start with underwear instead.

"I guess there's no such thing as departments there, so I'll just browse the assortment until I find what I want."

After a few more shelves containing some more restricting gear, she finally put her fingers over something exciting. These were latex panties, but they had two huge rubber dildos installed into them.

"Fill yourself. Your first step to being complete."

Fascinated by this particular piece of underwear, Jen stepped into it with her warm booties. She has never been double-penetrated and would not be sure if this was going to be an attractive experience, but not following the voice was out of question... somewhy.

She slid the rear dildo into her butthole, then slowly pushed the front one into her excited pussy. Both of them were already lubed as well as the panties themselves, and the girl found that very convenient. As soon as latex slapped Jen's belly, the two sex toys started expanding, securing themselves inside and taking even more space.

The girl could not take this any longer, so she opened a lower shelf and practically collapsed into it to avoid coming right on the freezing cold tiles. Only the booties were sticking out as Jen's body stretched like a string in a violent orgasm.

"AAAaaaahh!"

After a couple minutes she calmed down somewhat, but she was still feeling incredibly horny, and her mind was already so fogged no rational thought could ever find its way to impact her actions. Jen felt a steel bra lying nearby on the shelf, so she squished her boobs into the cups and slammed the clasp closed on her back. As soon as she did that, the device grabbed her nipples relentlessly and twisted them, making the girl squeal from the pain. Her pain threshold was lowered by her arousal though, and this latter factor only raised when she discovered that she could not feel her poor nipples through the steel anymore.

"Ooooh." — she let out a moan of mocking disappointment. This inconvenience was not going to stop her from another couple (hundreds) orgasms if she wanted them. Caressing the smooth impenetrable cups, Jen crawled out of the shelf and stood up on her 7 inch stilettos, leaning on the shelf row to not collapse again.

"I see you're boiling with lust, sweetheart, but we are only done with our undies."

Jen giggled insanely before starting to move along the row carefully. Her heels required her hips to sway while walking. That meant there was no relief from the gigantic permanently inflated dildos, which were getting clenched by her tight latex-covered ass.

The next shelf had a pair of latex leggings and a PVC dress. Jen could not remove her booties, so trying on the leggings was out of question. She examined the dress instead. It had a deep neck cleavage and a very low back cut, but there were two peculiar elements made of thicker plastic. One was a complete neck collar currently open for entry, another was the high-waisted two feet long skirt with ribs forcing it to retain its angle stiffly. The vertical angle was roughly 60 degrees, so any bending was going to reveal Jen's entertaining panties, especially considering her added height.

"It's a deal."

The girl put her neck and waist through the collar and skirt openings accordingly. The sensors squealed annoyingly, and the magnet lock shut the dress locked with unstoppable ****, making her gasp as the skirt suddenly got very tight around her waist. She pulled at the waistband, but it was not planning to stretch. Instead she found a slight metal deepening fit for a special, magnet key.

Jen pushed the front of her skirt. As it went down, the back side went up. She turned around and felt the dress' weight impacting her aerodynamics.

"I love it! Hey, what if..."

She jumped up and forward, trying to spin around her axis as fast as possible. To her delight, she touched the floor much later than she expected. However, the landing was rough as her high heels were unfit for such maneuvers. Jen fell on the tiles hands first, and her skirt pushed against her waist painfully. Standing up was going to be a challenge, but the girl was still reflecting on her 'flight'. As her steel and vinyl covered boobs were lying against the freezy floor, she wiggled her hips, getting incredibly horny.

As Jen reached with her hands to push herself over the edge, she realized she could no longer do that.

"Uuuh?"

She crawled to the closest shelf and helped herself up to investigate. The girl could not reach her panties with her stiff plastic skirt on, and now it was not coming off.

"You didn't expect to be allowed to play with yourself on each and every occasion, did you? Now go find some extension to your attire if you want to cum again."

Jen obeyed without thinking. She rummaged through the shelves until she discovered a penis-shaped gag. The girl grabbed it and yanked it into her mouth. It started to inflate quickly, filling the remaining space in her mouth and preventing its removal.

"Mmmphh!" — Jen moaned deeply into the gag. She was even closer to the climax, but not yet there. The next shelf turned out to be a wardrobe, like the one she saw before. Opening the door made just enough room for Jen to fit inside with her skirt. She stepped carefully until her collar met something cold. She raised her hands towards it and found an open steel loop.

"Uph-uuph."

The sensor squealed, and the loop closed around Jen's neck. She tried to get out of here, but the steel collar was fixed to its position securely by four chains attached to the wardrobe's corners. There also were two more open metal loops attached to the collar.

"MMPHPMPHPH!" — Jen tugged at the collar, but a freshly appeared keyhole was hungry for a key and would not let her out. She thrashed around the wardrobe, but shaking its walls only made the doors close with a click. They were designed to open from outside, so she was trapped even more now. Jen searched for anything around her that could help, but only found more bondage gear. She searched with her boots as well and actually found something resembling keys, but the skirt made getting them up and into her hands physically impossible.

For a minute, the locked wardrobe went silent. Jen was hanging by her chin. Her mind went blank until her second voice spoke:

"Look at how far you've carried yourself. I'm sure you look fantastic in that dress. I'm sure your bare legs look so tall in these boots. I'm sure the shining bra clasp looks exciting. I'm sure your gag is very stylish. I'm sure that even your new collar looks stunning. The best thing to do would be to complete the look."

These thoughts alone made her horny again, but the locked-in dildos in her pussy and her ass were too far out of reach. But what the hell did 'complete the look' mean?

"Put your hands where they belong, silly."

Jen could not disobey and put her hands into the open loops near her imprisoning collar. Another two squeals from the sensors — and trying to pull the wrists away from her neck was of no use anymore. When the contents of the wardrobe started moving downwards, the girl did not react or protest — there was no point in that.

ENDING #9