She puts on a fashion show

Kara takes you to another room, empty, white, sterile, except for a solitary chair.

“Sit down,” she tells you, and you naturally obey her. “Nothing to see in here but me,” she says, leaning over you, her breasts right in front of your face, “and feel free to touch. The more you get turned on, the more I’ll get turned on.”

You feel your cock expanding and then the CBT device, that calls itself Proty, biting into it.

Kara sees you grimacing as you writhe in your seat. "No need to bite my little pet, my little pet," she tells Proty. "Chastity will cause him pain enough, believe me." She walks around the chair, and whispers in your ears, "I'm so glad I turn you on, and I've got a whole wardrobe of hot sexy costumes that will turn you on even more. I'm going make you so hot and bothered as you see that I'm even hotter and so not bothered, reveling in your torment."

She gives a light blow in your ear and then walks out of the room, as you sit there, your eyes focusing on her round red-clad butt.

As soon as she disappears out of the room, she's entering again, having done a quick change in the meantime.