Raising the front of the dress, Malcolm guided both arms into the tight fitting sleeves, the mittens impeding the process slightly. As her fingers slipped out of the ends, he brought the D rings of each wrist through slots in the sleeves and the rings on the waistband through corresponding slits in the dress. He then reattached each wrist to the waist belt, locking the mittens, sleeves and the dress in place. With the mittens matching the dress exactly, it was almost impossible to distinguish them from the rest of the outfit. On the very tip of each mitten was another ring, and these were linked to the ring at the front of her belt, ensuring that the hands stayed flat against her stomach. She was unable to move them in any way, and her elbows now resting directly behind her. Malcolm continued to zip up the dress, Jennifer feeling other tugs at the back of her waist and shoulders and correctly assumed that similar rings attached to the harness were being threaded through her outer layer of clothing. Satisfied that her outfit was all but complete, he asked her "what do you think of your outfit then? " adding a bit mystically "this will be your last chance to comment." Jenny teetered over to the mirror and by looking down her nose, she was able to admire the effect of the minuscule waist and enormous breast that strained against her dress though their own bondage. She could feel her engorged nipples rubbing against the soft lining, making her more conscious of her predicament. "How does it feel to have a figure of 38 - 18 - 36?"

"I hate it, but at the same time a love it as well. I never thought that I could feel so restricted but it looks absolutely fabulous. The heels I would change of course and the corset it only just bearable. This would certainly turn heads in the high street. I don't think you could make me any more helpless," she added but she was wrong. Malcolm got her to turn round and put out her tongue. She felt him putting a stud through the piercing that she had done when she was much younger, but had kept it from healing up more out of a sense of rebellion then anything else. Every so often, she would wear a bar in her mouth just to be different. Now she was not so sure it was a good idea.

What Malcolm had put through her tongue was a two piece barbell, with a fine screw for connecting the two parts together. Satisfied that they were securely fixed and could not slide out he offered a thin piece of shaped plastic up to her mouth with a slot in the middle and a larger hole at one end. He placed the rounded end of the barbell through the hole, and then made her withdraw her tongue back into her mouth, The moment she did that, the barbell slid back along the slot, pinning her tongue to the plastic former. Gently, he pushed the assembly into her mouth, which was too wide to be accommodated behind her teeth so it had to rest between them although she found she could still close her lips, hiding the fact that she was severely gagged. Two small metal rods protruded from the sides of her mouth, gently pulling back on her cheeks, preventing the plate from going too far back in the mouth and causing her to choke. Making sure that her lips were closed, Malcolm finished the gag of with a clear rubber strap, about two inches wide, which he stretched across her mouth, effectively sealing it. The ends were linked to the head harness, making doubly sure that her head was not able to move. Jenny tried desperately to express her displeasure at this latest addition, but the combination of her immovable tongue and sealed mouth meant that the best she could achieve was a snorting sound from her nose. Malcolm sat her down in the chair to recover from the shock of her predicament and then disappeared without another word. She heard the car start, the engine getting loader which meant to her that he was moving it into the garage. "At least I won't have to parade through the street like this, " she thought with some relief.

It was some ten minutes before Malcolm returned, and helping her up, guided her through the hallways and down to the garage. Unable to lower her head, she had to rely on Malcolm's assistance to get into the car, her body position being shifted so that she sat forward in the seat. Malcolm retrieved two sets of straps from behind her that he had specially fitted to the car. The first he passed through D rings on the back of her waistband, making sure that they also went between her elbows and her body. The second set went through the D rings on her shoulder blades, finally explaining their presence. He connected the corresponding ends with hasp clamps in the centre of her spine then moved into the back seat, and began to tighten both sets of straps using the type of ratchet normally used to secure sheeting on the lorries that Malcolm worked on. Slowly and inexorably, Jenny found herself being drawn back into the cavity of the seat, and shuffled her body to try and find the best and most comfortable position before the full effects of the restraints took hold. By the time Malcolm could tighten the straps no more, Jenny's upper torso had been moulded to the seat back, and she now found it impossible to move from her shoulders to her waist. She also discovered that the way he had passed the straps through her elbows meant that her arms were now firmly fixed and her lower arms were stretched tightly around her frame. Next, she felt him work on the sides of her headband, and Malcolm passed a strap around the car headrest, which was attached to her collar. The buckles were adjusted in such a way that the crown of her head was fixed to the headrest and she could no longer move her head in any direction. The only facial expression she could manage was one of a "gagged stare."

Moving again to the front seat, Malcolm withdrew a metal device from under the seat. It was about a foot square, and had cups on the leading edge, into which Jenny's open toed sandals were guided, the steel proving to be cold to the touch, sending a shiver up her. The heels of her shoes were slid into short upright sleeves, preventing her feet from moving sideways. Finally, a T-shaped bar, which was hinged to the back of the plate was swung up where it met perfectly with the hasp locks on the ankles of her shoes. Quickly unlocking them, the bar was soon mated to make it an integral part of her shoes. "There goes my chance to stretch my legs out," Jenny thought to herself as she felt the plate being pulled backwards, until her calves met the edge of the seat, although not tightly enough to prevent any movement of the knees. This was about the only part of her body she could now move. The reason for this soon became apparent. Malcolm produced a long thin cable with a plug on each end. Raising the hem of her dress her thrust his hand up her dress towards the chastity plate, and she could feel a slight pressure as her searched for the right spot. This puzzled Jenny but the best she could achieve by way of a question was a slight wrinkling of her nose, every other part of her anatomy incapable of movement. If Malcolm saw her expression, he close to ignore it, instead readjusting her dress so that her stocking tops were just hidden from view. He then placed a piece of metal, formed into two arches, across her knees. The metal was painted white, matching her stockings, as was the strap that went from the restraint under the seat where it was clipped to the headrest support together with the foot restraint strap. Pulling on both until he was satisfied with the adjustment the knee clamp now dug into the seat making a type of stock which held Jenny's legs securely in place. Her bondage was now complete. She tried to wriggle, desperate to relieve some of the pressure points, but found that she could not move a single inch. Her only saving grace was that the harnesses could not be seen from the outside. Malcolm checked all of the restraints for security, and then covered the back and sides of the seat with a normal seat cover, which hid the multitude of straps and buckles.

Climbing into the driver's side, Malcolm leant over her. "Silly me," he chuckled. "Mustn't forget your seat belt. I wouldn't want you to be stopped by the police for not being securely strapped in." he started to laugh as he did up his own seat belt and put the keys in the ignition. "In case you get bored, I'll let you look in the vanity mirror," dropping the sun visor in front of Jenny's eyes. The gag, she noted, was the same colour as her skin tone. It was also a relief that the headband was hidden by her hairline. "One last thing before we start." He retrieved the other end of mysterious cable that was plugged into her chastity plate from where it was draped over the hand brake, and plugged it into the cigarette lighter. "I installed a small but very powerful motor into both your plugs which are now connected to the cigarette lighter. Also, I've had the car wiring altered so that the faster the engine is running, the more current passes through them and the harder they work." He started the engine and gunned the accelerator to maximum revs. From the expression that Jenny saw on her own face in the mirror, let alone the multitude of feelings welling up inside her, she knew that this was going to be an interminable three hour journey.