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Her hands lunged forwards in a diligent outburst of effort. The boots were rather narrow in the ankles, but that was no obstacle for the committed girl. The ankle strap consisted of two metal halves that were waiting to be pushed together, and that was what Jen did, even though this was completely unnecessary.

"It was only appropriate. Don't question it. I'm so proud of you."

"Wait a second."

Something was wrong. Jen could feel it, but could not put her finger on it yet.

"That's impossible. Come on. No, I mean... Come on, babe. No one's THAT dumb, especially not you. They weren't knee high, were they?" — Jen was touching the premium leather, the elegant stiletto heels, the pointy toes of the boots she was supposed to wear. But they were still in front of her. Her heart was racing.

"If these are still there... what's on my feet??" — she felt lightheaded as it began to become apparent. That weird tingling of her feet was not from prolonged exposure to cold air, it was from being kept in an entirely different position than anticipated! — "Did I just lock myself in the fucking ballet boots?!?"

An attempt to jump to her feet clarified everything. She was indeed en pointe — seven inch heels prevented her from taking any walkable stance.

"Apparently, you're no longer going anywhere, so why not calm down and have another look at where we are?"

"No! No! It can't be!" — the poor girl was trying to fix the mistake head-on, but forcing the metal strap on the boots open was nowhere near effective. Then her efforts went back to the hood, with as much success. She felt cheated out of her freedom, even though it was taken away by her own hands.

In the middle of an unsophisticated act of tugging on the collar, the back of her head rested on the wardrobe side behind it, and both her hands suddenly started warming up the naked nipples of hers. Jen stretched out her legs, but did not need to stretch out her feet much — they now had **** but to be like that at all times. With none of the other senses creating distraction, the buildup was pretty straightforward, if a little slower than she expected. No sideways. No bumps. There she goes.

The girl squealed from the pleasure as loud as she could, but almost no sound came through to her ears. And she would not swear she heard even this remnant of her purest emotion.

"Contained. This is where you're safest with your joys. Darkness is where you see your brightest rainbows. Nowhere to go but deeper. The outside world is cold, so shelter yourself."

A second orgasm came out of the blue. Useless now, the luxury leather boots flew into the corner to give more space for lustful wriggling.

"Skin against wood will do no good."

Before she knew it, she was already zipping herself into a latex bodysuit. Was she drawing a blank like that with the boots too? When was the moment it spiraled out of control?

Jen pulled the last few teeth of the zipper closed, and the game changed even more. Her entire body was now inside, save for her hands. These wanted in too, so the deal was sealed with a pair of short gloves with massive steel cuffs. At this point, she had orgasm after orgasm at the snap of her fingers. Nothing existed outside of that and nothing could save her from this heavenly existence.

ENDING #58