She takes it!

"This is all a trap, you know it's a trap, come on, babe! Come on, step inside!" Jen moaned shamelessly as her mind took the way of cooperation. And she did step inside the wardrobe, her eyes hungry for another piece of puzzle. There it was, a bright white latex underbust corset. The girl found it funny that the laces were extending from its center up and beyond the ceiling, but the choice was not hers anymore.

"Yes. It will be a great addition."

Jen threw the garment over her head, and it settled over her waist easily in its loosened state. In the meanwhile, the bra went easy on her nipples, not getting in the way of her new purchases. The girl did not even try to look for a way to lace it and immediately looked for something else to wear, driven by her voice's command.

"More."

She took another item, and it happened to be a pair of white PVC shorts. They had some kind of metal device attached to the outside of crotch area, but Jen paid it no attention. Raising her leg to step inside the cloth she was holding was presumptuous, as the dildo buried in her pussy was **** to move and make her position even more shaky.

As the girl managed to slide her second leg into the shorts, it landed on one of the many shoes that were standing on the wardrobe bottom. She lost her balance and fell forward.

However, there was no impact. She hung on the corset laces, cinching it quite tightly in an instant. The laces then were pulled into the ceiling, helping her onto her feet.

"Oh thank you!" — Jen said, pulling the shorts on properly.

To her surprise, the laces did not stop pulling her upwards after that. She felt her pretty white heels pressing lighter and lighter against the wooden bottom, until she was finally lifted away from it.

"No, stop!" — as she tried to express her dissatisfaction, the bra turned on with new ****. She gasped, allowing the corset to get even tighter on her waist. Her insides were squished around the dildo, and upon feeling the heat in her pussy building up, Jen hesitantly pressed her thighs together, activating the metal device on her shorts by accident.

It separated her thighs from each other, keeping them in this position by ****. All of this, combined with the suspension sensation, was too much to handle, and Jen climaxed on the spot.

"AAAHHHHH!" — she made the deepest exhale of her life, allowing the corset's edges to finally meet and lock together with a few clicks, but her thoughts were far from there at the moment.

When Jen assembled the remnants of her consciousness together, she could touch the ceiling above her that was slowly closing in. The girl looked down and saw the floor at least 7 feet away! Her survival instinct managed to put its own line through:

"What if the laces are going to release once pulled to the end? It's a long fall, you know!"

Jen looked around and was happy to find multiple open white-colored cuffs sticking out of the ceiling. Some other things that could serve the same purpose were also hanging down on the ropes or chains, but this was the quickest way to save herself from the assumed fall, so the girl quickly slid both her hands and her feet into the inviting braces that looked so secure.

The devices did not take too long to react and shut themselves closed, keeping Jen in a spread eagle position securely while the laces stopped pulling after pressuring Jen's corseted back against the ceiling a bit. She feared that they would release, but instead there was an affirmative beep from the other side, and then nothing.

The girl nervously tugged at her bonds, but the white metal that was supposed to insure her refused to let go. The keyholes in the cuffs were hungry, and there was zero possibility of satisfying their hunger.

"I hope the next customer who sees us will bring alll of their friends. Oh, I'm so proud of you, sweetheart!"

There she hung, hopelessly stuck up there. In her pretty white high heels, in her white spreader shorts sealing a huge dildo that inhabited her pussy, in her excruciating corset cinched by her own weight and then pulled into the ceiling, with cuffs removing any limbic mobility left.

Did I forget the cute bra? I think it might be time to turn it on again.

ENDING #18