Yes.

"Yes, this is all mine and it can't be any other way!" — Jen screamed and lost any control over her movements.

She pulled out the next item out of the hanging pile of latex. This time it was a pair of latex shorts. Their legs were ending just below the thighs, and their top ended on the waist with an incorporated belt. There were laces throughout the whole length once again, so Jen assumed they were parts of the same set with the latex top.

"Great. They have to be together on the same body."

Shaking with uncontrollable excitement, the girl hopped into the shorts, almost losing her balance after stepping on another boot, and pressed the button many times, impatient for the laces to tighten. Now the lower part of her body also became an object of great applied pressure. Jen rubbed the place where the laces were, but found nothing except solid latex.

Rubbing the waist belt not only helped to find the keyhole that appeared instead of the button, but also a groove on the metal belt's top. The girl guessed she could insert the bottom side of the latex top inside it to make this a one piece suit, and she hurried to accomplish that.

"I am proud of you. You're learning to walk the way of achieving completion so fast. But there is still way to go."

The waist belt's groove sides met, making the latex suit one piece without any going back. The feelings were unimaginably good and only seemed to increase Jen's trust in the voice's orders. As it hinted her that it was not time to stop, she continued her blind shopping tour.

Jen was so warmed up, but it all will end when she steps out on the tiles. Unless she succeeded in enveloping her feet in something suitable. As it was not possible to bend her body like she could five minutes ago, she bent her knees to descend onto the level where she could find an appropriate pair of boots, rushed to pick the first matching pair and stuffed her feet inside, helping with her right hand and pushing against the wardrobe wall with her left one.

In the middle of the process her supporting hand touched something Jen could not ignore. As soon as she finished with putting on the ankle booties which she did not even care to inspect beforehand, the girl examined the item that was hanging on the wall.

It was a penis-shaped gag with a massive clasp that would close right under the steel band of her blindfold.

"YES! Don't worry, we only need ME to talk there."

A single confident move of her hand, and the enormous gag filled her mouth, and long before realizing how painfully it was stretching her mouth muscles, how it prevented her from swallowing her own saliva and how it ensured her inability to even call for help, she found herself pushing the clasp into the box on the other side. With a loud snap the dildo gag sat tight on Jen's face, just like the blindfold that led her there.

"Need more...Find a place for your hands."

Still not a mistress of her own hands, Jen started searching for anything to put them into for pleasing her formerly second and now the only voice. She finally put her right hand through a bracelet-shaped loop and into some kind of steel glove that **** her long-nailed fingers into loose fists.

"Perfect! Now the other hand."

As soon as the left hand found a similar opening and entered it, there was another high-pitched sound like the one that went prior to Jen's blindfold self-locking, and after feeling some hard matter moving, she heard a deafening clashing sound of two pairs of steel objects meeting together.

That sound seemed to wake Jen up from the crazy dream that was enslaving her will.