Adjacent row.

Una approached another row. Tens of untouched doors were waiting to be opened by the unwilling Mistress of the White Mall.

The girl walked into the passage, her hips swaying slowly but strongly. The latex thong has made each of her steps more enjoyable, balancing out the fact that her ankles were already hurting a lot from constant straining, and her toes also wanted some rest after suddenly having to take all of the body weight onto them. Yet there was no rest to come even if Una stopped her walk and sat or lied down right now.

The girl was opening each door she passed by on the right side. Some of them were opening towards her, some were sliding up, some were collapsing like sunblinds. Behind them were more of weird fetish items. Latex stockings that Una would gladly use if she and a chance to put them on before the shoes. A furry leather straitjacket (“I’ll get back to that if I get ****, but I kinda need my hands”). A heavy rubber prisoner ball with the ankle cuff opened invitingly (“no thanks, I have enough trouble at cutting distances”). a solid metal loop to put around a 16 inch waist (“Why is it closed already? Did the previous owner not survive its perfectness?”). A folded metal base for a hoop skirt. Lockable leather diving goggles. A latex mermaid tail. A 50 pounds-heavy steel bracelet. And many other things that could only be born inside a very twisted mind.

Then Una opened another small section and saw a black cardboard box in it. This was not the first time she had to uncover the section contents by two actions instead of one, so she just opened the lid.

Inside was an overbust corset. It was dark purple velvet on the front with some floral drawings on it, and pink leather on the sides. The front buckles were shiny metal, so were some decorative details on the bust part and, as she pulled the garment out, she understood so was the inner boning. The corset was very heavy, but also very gorgeous. On the inside it looked like a solid tube of latex, but she knew the steel bones had to be hidden behind it. Or else why would it weigh so much? Did it hold any secrets?

Oh yeah, it actually did. The laces on the back were obviously in a loosened state, but none of them were sticking out to allow to tighten them. Instead, the sides of the corset, from under which the laces seemed to originate, ended with a system of steel catches.

“They are probably designed to lock together when the ends meet. As long as I don’t lace it fully I should be okay. How many inches would that be? The little number carved here says “18”. That’s definitely too far from where I am now”

This was the perfect garment to cover her cold stomach and frozen nipples. It even matched with her damned shoes. Una didn’t want to put on any more things which design she couldn’t understand, but that was the only thing stopping her. She just needed a slight push forward.