"Where did I stop?"

This moment of clarity had passed without her reasonable self showing up, and Jen assumed it was gone for good. Now that she went this deep, there was only one way for her: to trust her only voice until the end.

"You did a very good job, sweetheart. You showed them what you're made of. Now, it's time to be complete. Push the gas pedal."

"Mmphumph!" — she squealed into the gag. Her hands were now trapped inside one hundred percent stainless steel ball-shaped mittens with her wrists snugly surrounded by an automatically closing metal brace attached to the mitten, so she could not use them for getting into more and more restraints anymore. Instead, she started thrashing against the wardrobe wall with her limbs in hopes of pleasing the voice.

The strategy proved worthy: Jen managed to get several heavy steel bracelets to activate onto her forearm, and then a whole metal sleeve closed onto her left wrist with a slam, continuing to the elbow. That last piece was attached to something else by two 5-inch chains, and Jen investigated it to discover the second sleeve for her other hand, which she hurried to put on like she was expected to. With another slam of automatically shutting metal, the girl now could not separate her mittened hands by more than five inches due to the chains.

These chains were not the only ones on her currently. When she descended onto the floor of the wardrobe to find something interesting waiting for her, she found out that her new booties she put on without even checking had a nine inch chain limiting the distance between her feet. What a curious surprise! Further inspecting discovered an unacceptable disappointment: the ankle clasps were not locked! Not that she could wiggle her feet out of the perfectly sized 6-inch wedge sweeties made of firm but soft material she could not identify through the mittens, but this had to be fixed.

It was very hard to bend in her tight latex suit, but she struggled with all her faith, sweat flowing down her body, and after ten minutes or so the boots were one hundred percent on with never going off. After that, it was time to mess around on the floor. Soon Jen found mysterious metal bars lying down there.

"Try offering one of the few free parts of your body to them, and they will accept you if you're worthy."

She placed her latex ass onto the wooden floor, clearing it of knocked-over footwear, and laid both of her legs onto a large steel plate. With a high-pitched sound, it sprung to life and shut itself tightly around Jen's legs in the knee area. Now her knees could neither bend nor separate themselves. Panting into the gag from the ever-growing arousal of restraining, she just let her head drop onto the floor as well, where her occiput, surprisingly for the girl, found another metal bar that morphed into a steel collar around her neck above the previous, latex one.

This guilty pleasure was too much to handle, and a violent orgasm took hold of her enslaved body and enslaved mind. During the climax, she banged against the walls of the wardrobe with her weightful mittens very hard, its doors came into motion and slowly closed the wardrobe itself with a faint click, sealing Jen's fate — and her muffled screams — inside.

ENDING #2