Strap yourself in.

You look at the variety of outfits, frankly stunned by the risque-ness of them. Yet, your eyes always seem to come back to the series of straps. Who in their right mind would wear this and not expect someone to gawk at them!?

You take the series of straps out of the wardrobe and put them in front of you, noticing it's not as much a series of straps as a full blown harness, the leather straps go across the bottom and top of your tits, another set of belts would go up onto your shoulders, matching again at your back, not to mention the set of straps near your crotch barely conceal it, you move the harness around and sure enough, you spot a large opening at the bottom that would be easily seen through if you walked around in it.

You close your eyes and imagine yourself in such a situation, led away with a leash around your neck or bound to some **** device, you find yourself oddly aroused at the idea. You try to push your thoughts away from it but instead your mind concentrates on the tight bindings of the harness, digging into your tits and crotch, your lower lips so hot and eager they seem to almost puff out of the crotch binding as you squirm under someone's boot, the clinking of the belts and straps digging into you. You shake your head as you put the coat hanger back into the wardrobe as you open your eyes. To your dawning horror, the harness is on you!

You reach down and try to undo the belts holding it in place, only to find some of them are superficial, others too tightly locked in, you turn around and see a few of the buckles in the back that secure it in place, all locked with very tiny padlocks. As your reach for them, you feel the harness constrict around you, rubbing against your crotch and squeezing your breasts, you moan lewdly at the feeling, not realizing how turned on these fantasies of yours have made you. You stop for a moment and look back in the wardrobe, hoping to find a key on the coat hanger that held your harness.

You are shocked to find the entire wardrobe is empty of it's previous contents, the only things inside are a series of other fetish wear. A large collar that would cover your whole neck, a set of puppy and cat ears, a pair of knee high boots ending in a very strange design you can't quite place, nipple pasties, a box of jewelry, and a simple leather hood. You feel a small sense of panic still within you, something about this house is just wrong and that you just need to cut your losses and escape... though maybe the key is somewhere else? You also feel an urge to want to try on some of those items....