The mirror.

The girl went out of the storage zone and approached the window. It took a couple of minutes, so her fascination mostly faded away before a frustrating mystery about her dream corset’s method of lacing, added to her overall fatigue and high heels-induced pain. She tried to use the mirror to see what was on her back, but the collar prevented her from turning her head. Then she just stood looking at herself. The corset flawlessly matched the shoes, but didn’t look right yet.

She wasn’t even sure what was a stronger call: to complete the outfit and look ideal or to take a nap on the glass bench and then try to think of something complicated.

Una rubbed the pleasant velvet on her chest, the red roses which were masterfully sewn onto the purple material. Then the decorative buckles in front, then on her bust. Maybe there was a hidden tiny lever somewhere? She rubbed the cunning metal hooks at her back blindly, but they were immobile. To her relief, Una heard a sound of a pressed button, and she saw that the corset started tightening a bit. She tried to locate where the button was, as she happily both felt and witnessed the long-awaited snugness and warmth around her waist, and then suddenly realized that the button was the number “18” carved on the steel end of the garment.

Within a second relief turned into dread.

“No, no, no! Stop it! Please!” — she screamed as she saw her activated corset slowly and inevitably getting tighter with pulling mechanic sounds coming from inside of it.

Una tried to pull it off, but it was too tight to budge in any direction already. There was no more sense in fighting the merciless device, so she tried to calm down and steady her breathing, which was nearly impossible as Una’s waist crossed the 20-inch threshold and proceeded on getting smaller.

The poor girl tried to slam the corset with her fist. Her waist was rock solid, and she felt the metal bones deep in the device, playing their role in securing the deal.

The latex padding was doing its job at being smooth. Even though Una’s body was getting crushed all over the place, it didn’t feel anything alien other than **** pressure.

Her breasts screamed for help, trapped in the secure overbust cups. Una felt tears running down her face as she looked again and saw the impossibly perfect shape that her upper part was being mashed into.

Another breath she took turned out to be way too shallow, and Una blacked out and fell onto the bench. The tightening process went for a few more seconds and concluded with multiple metallic clunks. The metal sides met and clasped together, sealing Una inside the beautiful **** device for good.

*** *** ***

“Hi Alan. I got the ticket, departure’s in two days at 9am. I know you can’t on Saturdays, but no other available ones made sense. How about making this Friday night special, as an apology? We didn’t have it in a while. Luv ya. Bye.”

*** *** ***

When Una opened her eyes, she saw the white walls and ceiling of the mall. She was lying on the glass bench. Funny, right where I woke up last time...

Then it struck her that she almost couldn’t breathe. There was enough space in the lungs to get enough air in a complete resting state. Once she tried to sit, hypoxia crawled nearby.

She noticed the mirror. It was standing on the same place. What the girl saw didn’t surprise her but saddened her greatly as it signed where she was right now.

In the reflection Una saw a girl wearing multiple **** devices, such as ridiculously high, heavy, clunky and unsteady heels which were locked shut without any chance of escape on her feet using a special metal padded ankle strap. Her poor feet didn’t get any rest when the rest of her body did due to unnatural arch they were **** into because of how the heels were designed. The worst part was that she trapped herself in those hell’s hounds willingly and consciously. She had no idea where the key to them could be and if it even existed, because if it didn’t, she would be stuck in the monstrous shoes permanently.

Her neck was almost completely encased in a seemingly seamless collar made of heavy military-class steel. It was a snug fit and prevented her from doing such simple actions like looking down or back. The reason it appeared onto her is an accident that happened while the girl was touching herself through the freshly obtained latex panties. It was going to keep itself on Una’s neck as a reminder what may happen if she loses control over herself again.

As the girl moved her knees out of the sight, it could be seen that she was wearing an impossibly tight corset. It was designed as a single-time activated device to adjust the wearer’s waist to be equal to 18 inches and then lock itself securely onto the wearer without any chance of removal of the garment without the key, or reducing the tightness.

She was ready to surrender and lie down and die on this bench. She placed her hands on it to take the lying position carefully... or, rather, no. Look at her standing up!

“Look at my legs, how long and beautiful have they become. It is all thanks to the precious shoes I was so lucky to find. Don’t you toy with me, or else I’ll stomp you with the 7 inch heel. It’s shiny and dangerous. I bet you wouldn’t have the courage to even put them on! And if you see this ankle strap, you can be sure you can’t ever get them. They are only mine! Watch me click-clack my way through each of my body muscle moves to make my walk ideal.

Look at my neck. How smooth, shiny and steely it looks. It will help me to only look straight ahead and never look back.

The absolute pinnacle of the outfit would be the corset. Its rich ornament and its color design is truly perfect. See how it made my body match the needed standards? Now my waist is glorious 18 inches, my frame was adjusted so that only the necessary content is left, this old-fashioned metal construction on my back makes sure it stays that way, and all you can do is envy me. I am the best. You are not.

It hurts a lot. I can barely breathe. My movement is restricted. But there are two sides to it. My body is bound tightly. My soul flies high.”