Glancing at the bed table clock, she realised that she'd have to hurry if she wasn?t going to be late. Unfortunately, now that she was entrapped by his creation, she knew it'd take a while to finish dressing.nnThe stockings weren't a problem, attaching them to the garters was however. The stockings pulled on the garter, the garter on her labia. In her already aroused state, the increased pull was pleasant, but only just.nnShe decided against knickers, somehow she knew that they'd spoil the effect. Instead she reached for her shortest work skirt. It came to just above the knee, sexy, but not too revealing. It did however had a decent spilt up the side, though it usually overlapped enough to stop too much thigh showing.nnNext would be a top, but here she was stuck. Her proud, bound breasts, jutted almost obscenely in front of her, her nipples extended by those fiendish rings, and what mage it even more difficult, there were those damn weights hanging from them.nnShe started by trying on a loose blouse, something that wouldn't be pulled too tightly against her chest. Once it was on, she realised that it wouldn't do. Although it did manage to mostly cover up her adornments, the feel of the material as it slid across her way too sensitive nipples was distracting, very distracting. The feel of the blouse was centring all of her attention on her nipples, making her so very aware of how badly she wanted to cum. With a start she realised that she was cupping her bound breasts, rubbing her thumbs across the tips of her nipples, revelling in the feelings rushing through her. She wasn?t going to make it like this; unfortunately, all she was doing was turning herself on even further.nnShe tore the top off, and tried a tight sheer top.