That's tight enough!

As you wish.

With a loud *SNAP!* the corset, collar, and shoes all become detached from the wall and you staggered forward, barely maintaining your balance. With one hand against the wall to steady yourself, you try to catch your breath, but it only comes out as short, shallow panting.

The collar is tightly gripped about your neck, stretching it and holding it high and slightly tilted up. The corset prevents any slouching or bending over at all, and the shoes keep your feet pointed and arched. You tried to reach the clasps, but they are closed with some strange attachment that's impossible to maneuver with your fingers.

You try to walk and quickly discover that the shoes are joined by a short chord, about a foot long.

"Thank God the heels aren't higher," you mutter. "How long will I be punished like this?"

You look down. Christ, your cock is hard. Why the fuck is that do you suppose?

Why do you think you are so turned on by being trapped like this? In crushing clothes and high heels, **** to stand perfectly upright and unable to move your neck?

Is it because you're secretly submissive? You wonder. Maybe this is what you really want, to be controlled and **** and manhandled to do the bidding of some reclusive, dead billionaire and his perverted machinery?

Your penis bobs into the air, just below where the corset stops. It demands attention, so you reach down and stroke it. You rub your other hand over your corset feeling the stays built into the satin fabric. Mmmmm.... Your abdomen and sides felt so tight and smooth. Wow. The collar is so stiff and tight. It has molded itself to your neck and is forcibly holding your head up high and proper, holding you in such a tight, intimate, demanding grip.

And the breast forms! They are squeezed and pushed together by the corset so much you worry that the front of it might burst. When your hand strokes over the false breasts, feeling the nipples and how large they were, squeezing them, you moan out-loud and you just can't help yourself, you stroke your penis and you cum... shooting all over the wall.

Ahhh....

All your worries and tensions drain away and you almost collapse to the ground.

"What's wrong with me?" you mutter. "What's happening to me?"

You began to wonder what might have been in the mixture you sucked out of the mannequin's cock. Maybe you're more docile and horny than usual?