Author's Note:Jennifer's Journey was a fictional story, written about 10 years ago by myself. For those who have never read it, the story can be found here http://www.utopiastories.com/code/show_story.asp/recid/15320.

It was a scene that I had always wanted to try for real, and on New Years Eve 2009, I was finally lucky enough to be able to recreate the story with a girl who had read the story. Our first attempt to do this before Christmas was postponed because the weather and driving conditions made it too dangerous to try. Fortunately, conditions were far more favourable on New Years Eve and lighter traffic minimised the risks involved. Of course, there are things that you can get away with in fiction, which in reality fall in the too difficult category, but I tried to stay as close to the original principal as I could, especially in respect of the level of restraint employed.

This is the story of what really happened when fiction became reality.


The invite to the party had been accepted with enthusiasm. Now, she was unsure of what she had let herself in for. Their previous meeting had proved that he was inventive in his thinking, and devious in his ability to frustrate and punish her. This time is seems; he was preparing her to suffer even more outrageous bondage situations.

Her torment was to start even before they got to the party. He had promised something different, with a daring and very public edge to it, yet the outfit itself was conventional for the type of party that they were attending. The leather mini dress would not raise an eyebrow in most places on a Saturday night. The boots, while on the high side for her with their five inch metal heels were more than acceptable. Not like the "hooker" style thigh boots he had made her wear last time. Walking in them was made slightly easier by the hidden mini platform but it still caused her to step with caution as she made her way down the stairs to where he waited for her.

In his hand was the one item she both dreaded yet secretly yearned. Lifting the skirt to reveal her naked body below he first congratulated her on being able to follow his "no underwear" dressing instructions to the letter. Carefully, he slid the steel belt around her tiny waist, bringing the ends together to form a solid circle. The pins slid into place through the matching slots. Instructed to spread her legs apart, she complied without comment. His hand glided over her inner thighs. She gasped as she felt the cold metal come into contact with her warm pussy, the strap pressing around her sensitive parts without making any direct contact. The click of a padlock signified the end to any chance of self- indulgence. Now her only hope of satisfaction would be what he allowed her.

The jacket was an essential for the freezing cold weather of the cold New Years Eve. The black leather looked warm and inviting as he instructed her to turn away from him. This must be the mysterious Butterfly Jacket that he had told her about. Her efforts to find such a garment on the net had met with failure, and so she was still unaware of the power that it would give him once placed on her body. Grabbing her wrist, he told her to put the palm of her hand on her shoulder. Puzzled by the instruction, she complied anyway. Over her pointed elbow, the sleeve was thrust and she realised that this was no ordinary jacket. His intention was to have her travel in bondage. Her arm in place, the other received similar attention, the body of the jacket covering her breasts, with a full height collar to keep her head held high. As he laced the
edges of the jacket together along her spine, she began to experience the true efficiency of her restraint. He taunted her as he laced, making references to what it would feel like to have her arms amputated at the elbows. A glance in the mirror made her realise how appropriate that was. Her arms were little more than stumps, the sleeves creating the shape of an insects wings. Just like a butterfly in fact.

As a gesture towards her privacy amongst her neighbours, he had at least provided her with a shawl to hide her restrained status from prying eyes. With that in place over her shoulders, she was led out to the awaiting car and made comfortable in the front passenger seat. The normal function of a seat belt is to ensure that you remain in your seat until the wearer wishes to leave the vehicle. This one made sure that she remained in the vehicle come what may, as without hands she had no way to unfasten it. Making sure that she was comfortably positioned, her installation continued. A strap above her knees that clamped her thighs tightly, was followed by another about her boot clad ankles. She then heard the rear door open, feeling the icy draft on her neck. Pushing her head forward, her long brown hair was draped over the back of the seat, underneath the raised headrest, to form a long plait. He kept up a constant pull while he tinkered with something behind he head. She could hear the tinkle of what sounded like nuts being spun on a bolt, but could not turn her head sufficiently to see.

Finally, he returned to the front seat and knelt down at her feet, reaching under the seat. Placing something across both ankles, he pushed them back against the adjustment bar of the seat, while at the same time hooking something onto the buckle of the strap across her knees. She quickly realised that her bondage ordeal was not yet over. He returned to the back seat, hooking the hidden bungee cord to the clamp that now caused a constant pull on her hair and scalp, She briefly panicked, testing her bondage for weaknesses and finding that she was unable to move her head more than half and inch each way. Her ankles were pinned back against the seat and clamped into place, causing her knees to be raised well above the level of her hips. With her arms encased in leather, she was trapped and completely helpless. She thought back to the conversation that they had some days before. Now she understood that what he had threatened, the thing that she had dismissed as idle bluster, was about to become a stark reality.

Climbing into the driver's side, he started the car, taking a quick last look to make sure that nobody was paying any particular attention to what had gone on in the past few minutes. Now there was only one thing left to do, put into place the item that would guarantee that the journey over the next hour would be the most frustrating yet exhilarating that this young lady had ever undertaken. Reaching back behind the passenger seat he retrieved the vibrator from where it was hidden. Looking very much like the dreaded and powerful Hitachi, this was a cordless version, it's battery life guaranteed to outlive the length of the journey. Using the natural contours of her bound thighs to keep it in place, he thrust the bulbous end hard against the cold steel of her chastity belt. The other end was secured under the strap about her knees, ensuring that it would never be displaced, no matter how much she desperately tried to remove it. As a final touch, he rearranged the shawl, once again hiding the whole ensemble before engaging first gear and slowly driving away.

As they drove slowly through city streets, the amber glow of the streetlights illuminated her without ever revealing her plight. Concentrating on the drive, he was all too aware that her predicament was already starting to have an affect on her. Despite her bound condition, she was gently raising her hips, trying to cause some pressure on her clitoris against the belt which separated her body from the torture to come. A slap across her thighs warned her that it was inappropriate for her to come so soon into the journey. She tried to relax, but the frustration and excitement kept on building. Finally, they left the city streets and suburbs behind, joining the free flowing motorways for the remainder of the journey. With traffic light he could afford to give her a little more attention. Gently, his left hand raised the hem of her shawl and without once taking his eyes off the road, a finger flicked a switch. The car was filled with a soft humming, confirming that the vibrator was now free to do it's worst. Instantly, her body tensed as this new experience assaulted her senses. The vibrations could clearly be felt through the chastity belt, but she knew full well that it would not be enough. This was a worst case scenario for her. To be made to orgasm in a very public manner was bad enough, but to be kept in a constant state of arousal without the release of the climax was ten times worse.

The miles passed, and as they did she became more desperate. He could see out of the corner of his eye that her lips were moving. Occasionally he would catch a whisper, "Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh fuck" she would repeat to herself over and over again, almost as if she was praying for his forgiveness and release at the same time. Constantly, she would throw her hips forward, trying frantically to close the tiny gap between clitoris and steel shield but it never happened. Still, cars sped past, the occupants oblivious to the sexual pantomime being played out beside them behind the tinted glass. Occasionally, when he thought that she was getting to close, he would utter a forceful "No" in her direction. This was enough to remind her that she could only come with his permission and on his timing.

Finally, it was time. The complex network of motorways navigated, it was now clear and straight road for the last few miles. The hand again slid to her thighs, and the switch was advanced another notch. The humming became louder and with it the mantra. Still she could not find sufficient to climax on her own. Now her frustration reached a crescendo, pulling her head forward as far as it would go before allowing it to crash back into the headrest. Her feet pulled forward, dragging the clamp on her hair down, hoping that the pain in her scalp would be sufficient to trigger the orgasm she felt she so richly deserved. It was time to put her out of her misery. His hand pressed down on the end of the vibrator, forcing it hard into the shield of the belt. Never once did his eyes leave the road, trusting his hearing to know when she was close. Her thrusts become more violent as she at last felt the full force of the vibrations course through her body. Her breathing was rapid, her head shaking as much as her novel head restraint allowed. Suddenly, with a cry, her body straightened and tensed to the limit of her movement. For several seconds it stayed there, as the pain amalgamated with the pleasure to create the perfect storm. Still he kept the pressure on the vibrator, allowing the orgasm to continue until she was spent. Her body collapse back into the seat, occasionally twitching as the aftershocks worked through her body. Her eyes, tightly shut until now flickered open after several minutes, and a smile formed on her lips as she whispered "Thank you" before relaxing back into her tight bondage for the remainder of the short journey to their destination.

When he had promised her an orgasm at seventy miles an hour on the motorway, she hadn't envisaged quite what an experience it would be.