You don't think you have a choice.

Reluctantly you do as the note instructs. You pull the girly panties up over the chastity cage, and blush in shame as your dick twitches a little in its shameful metal prison. But if this is the only way out you don't think you have any choice but to play along.

Next is the corset. You puzzle over it for a while- you have never worn one before and at first you don't know what to do with the laces. But then you realize that this one must lace up at the front instead of at the back or you'd never be able to put it on by yourself. After some squeezing and pulling you get yourself laced into the humiliating thing.

It's very tight and squeezes your waist into something resembling an hourglass figure, and makes it a little harder to breathe. However, it is an excellent fit. It's worrying that your mysterious captor knows your size and measurements so well. The white corset also pushes and shapes your pecs into a form that could almost pass for little A cup titties. Oh, wonderful.

Now that you're dressed up in this embarrassing getup you're not sure what to do. Idly you pick up the sheet of paper and notice there's something written on the back.

Go to the closets and pick an outfit.

With nothing else to do, you open the three closet doors on the far side of the room. Each contains just one set of clothing, and you inwardly groan as you inspect them.

The first is a saucy French maid uniform with a short skirt, white stockings, apron, high heels and a frilly bonnet. The second is a bunny girl suit- a white leotard with a puffy bunny tail on the back, white fishnets and a pair of awful little rabbit ears. The third is a schoolgirl's uniform with a red and blue tartan skirt, white shirt and stockings, and black flats. All three look to be in your size (and you already know they'll be a perfect fit) and will cover up the corset completely.

Will you get dressed in one of these outfits, or has this degradation gone on long enough?