The "decorations" at her wrists, ankles and neck keep the suit permanently on, and are all just a little too tight for comfort, a constant reminder of her servitude. No matter how she claws at them, they refuse to loosen even a little. Every waking moment she can feel the pressure at her collar, at her wrists, the gag pressing her tongue tightly down, the corset which seems to cut into her torso each time she breathes. She has not gotten a good nights sleep in several years now, constantly tormented by the stifling thick rubber and the choking feeling of the collar.
A dinner-party, and she watches in misery as they eat, drink, dance, laugh. The collar presses at her, her sweat trickles, and her legs hurt from standing in the heels for so long. She pleads with her eyes for release, screams in gagged frustration to be released but they only laugh. A press of the remote, and her collar tightens, far beyond comfort, and the deep choking pain reminds her she was supposed to be docile and demure in demeanour. Gasping in pain, she forces herself to stand at attention, and the party goes on, unheeding.
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