No.

"Perhaps. But I'm keeping my dress for now. Not that I really know how to get rid of it..."

She continued exploring the room and found a giant wardrobe with many and many compartments. The doorless ones contained shoes, but the girl did not bother examining them closer as she had no way of getting rid of her own. Opening others granted her access to interesting things, such as gloves and ball gags with feather dusters attached to them. However, the girl threw them back in disgust.

"But..."

"Do I look like my job is to sweep fucking dust? I'm way above that."

"...and... how far would you go to prove that?"

"Oh, don't you underestimate me!"

"I would never underestimate us, sweetheart."

Jen pulled a large and heavy leather sleeve from one of the lower compartments. She was quick to indentify it as an armbinder. It was thick and did not seem to have any humiliating details attached. At first, the girl was scared of losing the ability to hold things in her arms.

"You don't need them. You'll get someone to do it for you. And then, you'll make sure your hands are not used for despicable labor ever again."

Brushing off her doubts, Jen put the two shoulder straps in place and stuffed her arms into the loose sleeve. Once her palms met in the lower pocket, a sensor inside it made a loud squeal. Breathing heavily, Jen heard and felt the laces tighten themselves using a mechanism hidden inside the thick cloth. When they stopped, a series of metallic clunks could be heard — and then nothing.

The girl tried moving her squeezed arms, but the fit was perfect, and she failed to make any progress on that. The straps sat tight over her shoulders, and it was clear that the armbinder was doing its job of binding Jen's arms flawlessly.

"What have I done? No one was forcing me to sweep dust, I could just go away if I wanted!"

"You didn't want to go away, silly."

At this moment, another door opened somewhere geographically behind the hangers. Jen turned to this direction and heard several pairs of high heels approaching her. She straightened her stance and was the first to speak:

"Who are you?"

"We are Maids of the Mall! Did you come here to join us?" — a sugary female voice answered. — "We clean the rooms and halls from dust and, sometimes, other substances, all to please the owner."

"So you follow his orders?"

"Of course we do? This is our purpose!"

"Well, I'm there to give orders, not to obey them. I want to talk to the owner."

Maids gathered together and started whispering between themselves while Jen was waiting for the response, prserving her confident stature.

"We might just have a room for you... your kind." — one of the girl said hesitantly after the short discussion.

"Then take me there right now." — Jen answered, assuming she talking about a waiting room.

Maids surrounded and grabbed her, raising her from the ground easily in a team effort, then began carrying her towards the door they came from. This was very convenient for Jen, who was not even sure if she could walk anymore now that her arms could not help her with balance.

They carefully transported her through the door and through the subsequent passage. Opening another door in front of them led to a large hall — Jen could tell by the echoing sound of maids' high-heeled shoes.

"Will it work if she has an armbinder on?"

"Should work."

Jen was placed onto a seat made from something hard.

"Sit straight, please..." — one of the maids said.

"Couldn't your owner make more comfortable chairs in his waiting room."

"Yeah... waiting room." — a maid chuckled, but the others hissed at her.

As soon as Jen sat properly and touched the back of this weird chair, she felt quick movement inside it, and then the maids' arms let go of her. Their heels started clicking quickly, becoming more distant, until the girls went out through the door, closing it behind them.

Jen's position was far from comfortable, but when she tried to sit differently, she could not. Loops of steel were securing her at neck, waist, knees and ankles.

"What the hell is this? Let me out of here! It's an order!"

"I'm sorry for telling it this late, but there's a whole room for those who aren't the owner, but who try to give us orders." — The maid with the sugary voice, apparently, stayed. "This is one of his protocols. You have this pretty blindfold of yours on, so you don't see this room is full of these... thrones. You're the first, but the owner thought you won't be the last, so he added it not long before."

"No! Please! I apologize to you! I apologize to him! Set me free, I beg you!"

"I must admit it works well." — the maid let out a bitter laugh. — "You know, I would have tried to help you, but I was just told this is a one-time mechanism. Once closed, it cannot be opened."

"NOOO! I CAN'T STAY LIKE THIS FOREVER! HELP ME, PLEASE!"

"I can't. I'm sorry. You'll understand why that's how it is when you calm down."

"GET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU STUPID BITTSCPHhfhhmphh" — were Jen's last words before a large ball gag was stuffed into her open mouth and skillfully buckled right under her blindfold's keyhole.

"You'll be fed through the hole in the gag. Your wastes will be evacuated with help from the seat's hidden openings. That's all I can help you with. Farewell." — the maid tried to say the last word as sweetly as possible, but it only showed that the candy was poisoned. Soon the throned girl was left alone with her fate, but not for long.

After what seemed like eternities, other loud girls started arriving at the place, all ending up with gags in their mouth. In the meantime, the hall was silent, except for occasional pleasure moans from someone lucky enough to bring some entertainment with her.

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