Towards another wardrobe.

Jen looked around. There were more wardrobes, there were multiple passages to somewhere else. She could go anywhere, but the decision was firmly in her new mistress' hands.

"Check out this dark blue box-o-clothes. Don't forget that your walk should be appropriate of your new knowledge. The Mall belongs to you, and you belong to the Mall. It wants you to use your outfit with maximum pleasure to yourself."

Click-click-click. As the heels made sure to announce her presence, Jen made sure to exercise her hips during this short walk. The latex pencil skirt limited her step length and squeaked at every movement, adding to the pleasure created by the ever-moving dildo.

Jen opened the wardrobe wide as soon as she got close enough. The doors had mirrors on the inner side, and the girl saw the transformation of her own self in all its glory, from the shining ankle straps to the relaxed, will-free face expression.

"I love me! I want me to never stop being so shiny!"

"And I just happen to know a way of securing that. Look up there."

Among many wonderful bondage equipment, there were two shiny orbs of blue plastic. They were heavily cushioned on the inside and were hanging from the wardrobe's ceiling by thick chains. The girl felt her bra wake up from its dormancy, but just barely.

"Step in and get your precious palms into the spheres. Then you'll be helpless to change anything in your gorgeous appearance. And there will be no way out."

She placed the first shoe onto the wooden surface, then the other one. Then Jen's palms sprung high up and caressed the cushions that were going to make her cold palms warm and comfy. Forever.

"Just a little push, sweetheart."

She pushed herself up, only touching the floor with the tips of the shoes' platforms. Her fingertips touched the other end of both spheres, and they shut themselves together. Thick rubber bands around her wrists revealed a pair of new keyholes that no one was ever going to open.

"And there will be no way out."

The massage bra slowly restarted its activity, instantly getting moans from the trapped girl. And all she wanted was to get to the point a bit quicker. Jen banged against the walls with her high heels to increase the motion in her vagina. The design was working, and the first orgasm was quick on arrival.

Yet it went by too quick.

"More! Now!"

She closed her eyes and just put all of her efforts into getting another one, paying no attention to the sound of wardrobe doors shutting because of this tectonic activity. It ended shortly after the fourth orgasm, when her swinging ankles wandered into some kind of steel shackles.

Despite all that combined with fatigue, the outfit did not stop driving Jen over the edge until she blacked out while experiencing pure bliss. As soon as she did, the wardrobe's contents started moving downwards, using the **** of an incorporated elevator.

"What an exhibit. She will become one of the harder workers down in the Storage."

ENDING #43