(Shelf) Look around.

"There is more pleasure around you. You just have to look for it."

Jen realized that she was lying on something that was lying inside the shelf before her. Firstly, there was a pile of different keys that ringed when her shoes rolled over them. But they were not the main item in here.

Turning herself over allowed the girl to discover a short camouflage-colored jacket. Its long sleeves had thick metal-reinforced bands where they ended, and there were also small chest pockets for something small and insignificant.

"I bet your boobsies are so tired of the cold. Put it on."

The mindless girl obeyed instantaneously. A few seconds later she was already complimenting the warmness that the jacket provided. Pulling the slider up left some cleavage open. Unlike with the skirt, the zipper had no intention of self-destructing or detaching. Instead, Jen stared at her sleeves. One of them had a key stuck to it, and it took a very significant effort to pull it away.

"Ah, isn't it cute. These are magnetic! What are you waiting for?"

Without sign of resistance, she locked the military jacket's military bracelets around her wrists and admired their look for a moment as her breathing through the gag started to quicken.

"I have such a fun idea! Lead your hands behind your back right now, please."

Jen did exactly that and was rewarded with the sound of her sleeves clinking against each other. An attempt to separate them did not succeed. The girl did not have a reaction to that, because her updated outfit was warming up, and much more quickly that last time.

"Imagine someone stumbling upon this shelf. Imagine the look on his face. So helpless, so stuck, so seductive. He'll stroke your breasts through this soft jacket and all you can perform is a muffled moan. Then he'll take you to his kingdom and love you forever."

Jen's moans were becoming higher pitched as she fell to her side, still trying to separate the two magnetic cuffs that were designed to never separate in this situation. Even leaving the shelf was a challenge she was too aroused to complete. She was irreversibly stuck in her restraints, and it felt so right and so complete, as if that had been her one true goal the whole time.

Suddenly, she stared into his eyes. Precisely, without even making anything out of the rest of his face. It was not surprise or temptation in there. Just satisfaction of a happy collector staring at his newest addition to his collection. To Jen's confusion, he shut the shelf's lid.

As the floor of the shelf sprung into downwards motion, she simply continued teasing herself. Not that there was something else to do for an accomplished collectible.

ENDING #41