0 comments/ 12650 views/ 6 favorites Her Box Ch. 01 By: mobyCock Chelsea is a manipulative person, overbearing and mean. But she is a physically attractive woman, so she ends up with men who will tolerate who abuses until at some point they stop. She has had 5 approximately equal-length relationships over the past 4 years and they have all ended the same way. The men unconfidently confronted her trying to re-assert themselves and she pre-emptively dumped them. This is where I come into the story. I don't quite know why Chelsea has expressed interest in me, but for whatever reason she has. I've witnessed her relationships over the past few years from the safety of my neighboring office cubicle. I have heard her brag of her warping of these innocent men's souls to her female coworkers. She would mostly share office-friendly manipulations such as how she pulled men away from their friends and family, but in every case, I suspect the real reason the men were sucked in and the real reason the men wanted to leave involved sexual deviations. I only overheard whispers of such things, but I got the impression she seemed to quickly assess what the men secretly wanted and would give it to them. Somehow she would hold them, and when they were dumped, they were permanently fucked up. All the while I have said very little to her other than simple pleasantries. But perhaps my looks in her direction might have lingered too long. Perhaps I gave something slight away to her, a sort of desperation. I know how foolish it would be to date a woman like this. I am desperate. Despite this all, I hope to myself that I could date her for just a little bit, to have sex with her, and maybe then I could get back at her on behalf of all of the men by dumping her before she dumped me. I doubted I could be made dependent on her sexually, so I figured I was safe. She seemed a terrible person, but I would have sex with her and move on. "Hello, Peter." "Hello, Chelsea, how have you been?" "Oh, fine, I recently broke up with my boyfriend Mike. It has been hard, but I think it is probably the right thing for both of us. But, let's cut through the garbage. I know you like to eavesdrop on me having conversations. I catch some of your slightly too long glances. I can tell you seem interested in me." "I mean, I won't lie, some of your stories are a bit intriguing and you are an attactive woman, but -" "What are you, some kind of creepy pervert?" "No of course not, I just -" "Why haven't you approached me then? Don't you see and hear that I go through emotional difficulties, and yet you've never even though to extend a kind gesture to me?" "I'm sorry, I hadn't thought of it that way. I hope you are feeling alri-" "I am alright, especially now that I've confronted you. You were making me feel uncomfortable and I was debating if I'd need to report you to HR." "I'm glad you came to me before doing that. I might have lost my job." She was being ridiculous and making me uncomfortable. I wanted to flirt with her, but this all seemed to be going in the wrong direction. "Indeed, I'm glad too. I'm going to insist you take me out for dinner. As a bit of rebound, I could use dinner with an admiring pervert. Sure, I broke up with Mike, but having a creeper who hangs on my every word might be nice for a change." "Uh, okay. I don't think I've been creepy and given how explicitly you seem to dislike -" "Nonsense, you are a disgusting man, but you will take me out, otherwise I will tell everyone that you have been trying to look up my dress. You do want to look up my dress, don't you." "What?" How am I supposed to answer such a question. I hadn't even explicitly thought of such a thing before she mentioned it. "So that settles it, you will come to my place tonight at 7pm to pick me up for dinner. I'll email the address," she asserted confidently. I was about to reply when our boss came over and needed to discuss a report with me. Chelsea quickly left, and I found myself unsure of what to do. This was not at all what I had in mind for an interaction, but a date was what I wanted. So I admitted defeat in the first battle and resolved to meet her for dinner. - At 7:03pm I knocked on the door of Chelsea's apartment. She opened the door and invited me in. I had never seen the inside of her apartment. It looked a bit ridiculous. It was decorated like the inside of an eclectic and mystical objects shop. There were beads hanging to serve as doors between rooms, a crystal ball on the shelf, a tarot deck laid out in use on the coffee table. I had to suppress both my surprise and amusement. I really would never have thought Chelsea would have such peculiar, and to my mind adolescent, interests. "As you can see, I'm a bit of a occultist. I tend to take a liking to some of the darker arts." "But you certainly don't believe -" "Believe! One does not need believe when one has firsthand experience with forces clearly from outside this world." "Well I -" "I've changed my mind. You bore me and I couldn't bear to have dinner with you. Actually, dinner wasn't my motive in inviting you over in the first place. I can tell you want to have sex with me, and I need a rebound. You will do. If all goes well, I might even want to see you again. And you would like that, wouldn't you." I wasn't sure what part she was presuming I would like, the skipping straight to sex or the seeing her again. Honestly I was hungry, but who cares. "Of course, whatever you like. If you want to stay in, let's -" She leaned over and kissed me deeply. "I can tell I make you uncomfortable." "I guess -" "I want to make you more comfortable. Please, follow me." Chelsea lead us through a bead-doorway into her bedroom which was dimly lit and had a canopy over the bed with large bedposts. Next to the bed was some sort of apparatus which looked relatively complicated. It was pretty clear that it had something to do with tying people up. "Peter, have you ever been tied up? It doesn't matter. I know I have been rushing things and being a little rude, but I want to give you pleasure. Let me tie you up. You will let me, won't you?" She looked at me wide-eyed, begging in a way that made her particularly sexy. I wasn't sure I felt comfortable with Chelsea. I figured I'd see if I could avoid it by accelerating things. I leaned over and this time I confidently kissed her, impassioned a bit by her begging. "You look so sexy, I just want to rip off your clothes." "I've got a better idea. Let me tie you up and then I will give you a striptease and then we'll take things from there." I was suspicious still, but she got to work without even waiting for a reply. She took cuffs that came down from her apparatus and put them around my hands, pulled something else and the cuffs pulled up taught. I still had my clothes on, but Chelsea unzipped my pants and pulled out my still mostly flaccid penis so that it was free and, I got the distinct feeling, so she could monitor it. Chelsea backed away and smiled deviously. Slowly, as promised, she began a sexy striptease. She had a red blouse on with a black skirt and she was barefoot. She began spinning and dancing moving her arms like a calypso dancer upwardly. she slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts hung loosely and her nipples were puffy and pointed upwards. She lay back onto the bed and pulled up her skirt at which point I could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pubic hair was lovely and she used her fingers to spread her vagina. I was almost drooling and she gasped as she gently stroked her clit. She got up and turned facing away from me and she bent over and helped herself shimmy out of her skirt. She spread her cheeks giving me an unrestricted view of her anus. My penis was hard and dripping with precum. "I bet you like what you see. How would you like to fuck my ass tonight." "I would love to fuck your ass." I would fuck her however she wanted. But the opportunity to fuck in the ass was particularly appealing for me. "Okay, now give me a moment. Let me do one thing first." She walked over to her bedside table on the far side of the bed and retrieved a small wooden box. As she returned towards me, I noticed a hole in the side of the box. "Now that you are nice and hard, just relax and let me insert your penis into this box. Don't say anything or you won't get to have anal sex with me." For a moment I was terrified and I felt my erection decrease slightly. I hesitated to say something, which I might have if given more time, and she quickly put my still hard-enough penis into the box. I was petrified with fear. "This is going to feel totally fine and be safe, don't worry. You won't feel a thing and you won't be physically harmed." I calmed down and suppressed my speech, hoping for anal sex. Suddenly there was a cool, almost numbing sensation on my penis. Chelsea removed the box. "There, there Peter, that wasn't so bad, was it." I noticed nothing apparently wrong with my penis and it was still hard, in fact harder than before. Chelsea bent over and ground her anus against my penis. She could control the contractions of her anus well and with only a little assistance from her hands she was able to pull me in. "Oh, Peter this is lovely. I love your hard cock." I generally loved the feeling of penetrating a tight anus, but aside from the visual delight, I couldn't feel a thing. I fucked her vigorously and we kept going and going. "Oh Peter, don't you just love fucking my little tight anus." Clearly the box had done something. As soon as Chelsea came, from the fucking and gentle playing with herself, my penis softened. I didn't feel relieved but I no longer felt horny. "That was so wonderful Peter. Thanks for coming over. I'm actually quite satisfied now, but it has been a long day. I'm going to let you down and then perhaps you could leave." "Uh, okay. I mean that was -" "I know how it was. I know what you experienced. I meant for it to be that way for you. You will come back over tomorrow and we'll do the same thing." "The exact same thing, with that box. Why?!?" I almost shouted in slight irritation. "I don't know what you think but you don't own me or anything. I'm not sure I want to come back here at all!" "Why don't you sleep on it and tell me what you think." She let me down and I left. - I got home and decided I would masturbate. I searched for some porn and fondled myself. No matter what I tried, I couldn't get hard. Needless to say, I was freaked out. How could this have happened. Obviously it would seem it had something to do with the box. I avoided Chelsea for two days and my problem persisted and I realized my balls were starting to feel fuller, so I decided to confront her. "Come to my place tonight. I can forgive you for not showing up again when I asked you to if you promise to never miss again. I'll tell you about it then" "I'll come over later and you better have some answers." - I knocked on the door to Chelsea's place. She answered the door wearing nothing but a lace bra and a thong. "Why hello Peter. I've been expecting you. Before we talk, let's get straight down to business." She pulled me in and lead me to her bedroom again. She guided me towards her apparatus and again tied me up. I complied with all of this out of an extreme horniness. She pulled down my pants and made love to my flaccid member. It felt lovely and yet my penis stayed as small as it ever gets. I almost felt I could orgasm from her oral sex, but my penis didn't stir at all. This all felt so wonderful and yet extremely bizarre. "What is going on Chelsea? I can't get hard." "Oh, can't you Peter? I don't think that is true." She quickly hopped over to grab the wooden box, her ass jiggling as she did. She brought it back over and placed my flaccid penis inside the box. Suddenly my penis grew full. I suspected it would again be numb. Chelsea pulled the thong to one side and I again, still restrained to her apparatus, fucked her ass. I loved the feeling psychologically, but there again was no pleasure. "This is so fun, Peter, isn't it. I love being fucked in the ass." You can't yet imagine how good this feels. She rode aggressively on the hard penis, using it as she desired. I couldn't feel a thing but I got into it and tore into her as hard as I could, hoping to feel something. She started gently playing with herself, stroking her lovely little clit through the tufts of her hairy pussy. She took her fingers and sunk them into her dripping cunt and licked her fingers. Then she repeated the motion and put her juice-covered fingers in my mouth and I greedily sucked on them. Her pussy was literally dripping juice with each fuck into her ass and she began fucking herself hard with her fingers. She came and more liquid dripped from her open pussy. In just the same way as last time, Chelsea's orgasm triggered my penis to lose its erection and I again felt some relief without coming. Nothing like an orgasm happened and my balls still felt heavy, but there was no real discomfort and I felt better than I had in a couple days of frustration. "Peter, it was good of you to come back. I'm glad I did this. As you can tell, I don't really want a relationship with you. I just want to have sex with you. If you'll keep doing this, then I think we've got an arrangement for a bit." "Do I even have a choice," I croaked. I was actually almost upset and extremely angry. "Please, Chelsea, tell me what is the deal with that box?" Though angry, I almost begged her as she clearly could fuck with me as long as she liked. "You can tell what it does. You really want to know how and why." "Yes, please, what is going on." "You see, there indeed are some mystical phenomena that I don't think you are ready to comprehend. At some point, I will not tell you why I have done this, but for now I will just tell you a little story. In a small fishing village, there lived a beautiful young girl. She was courted by all of the men in that village until one day she was raped. After she was raped, none of the men wanted her anymore to be their partner. Instead, they were willing to have sex with her but would leave after one time. "This girl went to see the town's witch who she told of her predicament. The witch took pity on the girl and told her to return in three days. When she returned, the witch provided her a box and explained how it worked - the witch made sure to emphasize that the box only worked on one man at a time. If the box were used on another man, the first man would be free of the curse. This girl was a nice girl and at first intended to use it only to find a single partner. She enslaved one man using the box, as I have on you, requiring him to return to her whenever he wanted sex. "The power of this device got to our protagonists head and she decided she would make more of these boxes. Using wood from the original box and having studied some witchcraft herself by this point, she made dozens of these boxes and enslaved every man in the village. After a short amount of time, the other women of the village noticed what was going on. They found the girl and stoned her to death. "The witch came to the town square after the stoning and told the town women that they could not destroy the boxes to which their husbands were bound or their husbands would never have erections again. However, the witch told them also that if they used the box a multiple of 17 times and then uttered the incantation 'I release you', their husbands would be free. The women of this town went on their way, and in the end, most of the husbands were never released because the women found that sex in these circumstances was more satisfying than it had ever been. Suffice it to say that this all occurred a long time ago." I listened to this all in disbelief and horror. How could she believe this. How could I be tempted to believe this. I accepted something was going on. "So will you release me on the 17th time?" Chelsea came over to me and began to play with my flaccid penis again. She fondled it and kissed it and I felt extreme pleasure. "Well, you'll just have to wait and see..." Her Box Ch. 02 At this point, I knew Peter's balls must be quite heavy from many days of not ejaculating. I have been able to enjoy all of the anal sex I want, as regularly as I like and Peter has had no power to resist me, exactly as I had planned. I walk over to Peter, tied as always and put the box on his penis in order to make him hard. I am already fantasizing about his hard cock, swollen with passion, pushing into my tight little anus. I pull Peter to his knees, adjusting the slack on the rope tying his hands to facilitate this. I face him and put my hands on the floor. He can see my pussy and I slide my ass onto his penis and we begin to fuck. I immediately get into it and enjoy the feeling of his penis filling me up and sliding in and out. Peter looks upset and I smile at him. "What's wrong, Peter?" I say with a feigned concern. "I can't feel it and I am so horny for your pussy." I smile. "What would you like to do then?" "I know I won't even be able to feel it. But please, at least let me lick your pussy." I know my plan has worked. I slowly get myself up and turn around so my ass and genitals are at his head height. "Okay, Peter. If you lick my ass first, I'll let you lick my pussy. Don't worry, it is quite clean. You must really get in there a bit and make me want to come before I'll let you taste my pussy." "Thank you so much Chelsea." I enjoy his admiration and he begins. Peter starts tonguing my anus and sucking on it. He makes love to it like is french-kissing me, gently touching his lips to my anus and I feel a lovely sensation. I feel my clit swell a little as he kisses my anus. He breathes in deeply, enjoying my scent, and my pussy starts to get really wet. He speeds up his tonguing and my pussy starts dripping. I want him to taste my juices so I permit him to switch orifices. "Okay Peter, you may suck the juices out of my pussy." I bend forward more so he can reach my slit and he sticks his nose against my anus as he puts his tongue into my now open cunt. He laps at the heavy juices I'm generating and swallows them eagerly. I gasp in pleasure and I enjoy his enthusiasm. "Make full strokes with your tongue now, my clit to my anus." Peter can't even respond, his face is so deep in my genitals. He graces my clit with his tongue and licks through my parted lips all the way to my anus. "Oh, perfect Peter, you're doing wonderfully." He rubs his nose against my anus while he licks my pussy. My pussy is starting to shake with pleasure and I can't hold back much longer. I begin to climax and Peter sticks his tongue as deep as he can into my vagina. I feel my folds contract on his tongue as I come. I move forward and he whimpers wishing he could have more. Peter notices his erection subsiding - he has finished while not fucking. My plan to make him give up on fucking has basically worked. "Peter, do you know what day this was?" I see some hope in his eyes. "Have we just had sex 17 times. Will you release me? Please!" "Oh Peter, are you that eager? Didn't you enjoy the experience we just had?" "I did, of course, it was oddly satisfying but I haven't been able to orgasm this whole time. I mean, I get some weird satisfaction, but this is no way for me to live." "Okay Peter beg me..." "Please Chelsea, I really really want to orgasm, please release me, please." "Okay, Peter, I'm going to offer you a deal. Either I will let you orgasm and then you will never be able to have sex with me again, or we can continue as we have been." My wicked little plan is pleasing me. How sadistic I feel as I offer him this choice. "Even if I can't have sex with you any more, I have to be able to orgasm. Please, release me." "Okay then, if that is your choice. We are just going to do one thing first. And you better play into it or I might change my mind." I start fondling Peter's little flaccid penis and can tell he enjoys it. I know he never liked me actually and the thought of finally fucking him is now so satisfying. "Peter, I'm going to let you down and then you are going to lie down on the bed on your stomach." I can tell he is nervous, making me all the more excited. I let him down and he does as he was told. I go over to my dresser and grab my strap-on and put it on. "Peter, I'm going to fuck you now with my strap-on, and you are really going to enjoy this, probably far more than I will." Peter turned his head and started at me in a cross between desire and confusion. I move towards Peter and spit on the strap-on and rub it around. I push the tip against his anus and he lets out a gasp of tender pleasure. He is silent. "Get ready." I slowly and gently push the tip into his very tight hole and he squirms a little, writhing in delight. I grab ahold of him and start rocking slowly. His hole begins stretching and pulling me in. I sense his pleasure. "You see, Peter, I quite enjoy anal sex myself. But sometimes others don't understand why and don't give me what I want. So here I am, giving you precisely what you now want. All I had to do was train you a little to prefer this sort of stimulation to the sort you were more accustomed to. For that, our little box helped out quite a bit." I suspect Peter began to realize what had been done to him. "Let me tell you a little story. It is the first time I was fucked this way. I had never been penetrated before and I was at a party. It was an all girls party. A tall, athletic blond girl named Kristine had organized the party, and we had settled on playing truth or dare. As the game so often does, it went in the direction of sex. "One of the girls was asked if she'd every fucked anyone before, another was asked if she'd ever let a guy lick her asshole, yet another was asked if she'd ever had anal sex. I was getting very wet thinking of all of this - as you know, my pussy tends to get quite wet when I am aroused. I was wearing tight panties and thin shorts over those panties and as I got wetter, I noticed that my wetness was showing through and there was a large wet spot all over my shorts." I can tell Peter's hole has sufficiently expanded so I begin to fuck him harder. "At this point, Kristine looked at me and started laughing, bringing attention to my horniness in front of all of the other girls. I became shy and tried to cover myself but I didn't have anything to do so with. Kristine asked me if the talk of anal sex was arousing me and I conceded that it was. As it was her turn, she dared me to let her fuck me with a strap-on. "You couldn't imagine how surprised I was at this time. I'd done things, but I'd never been penetrated in either hole with anything phallic. I turned red and didn't say much. Kristine took my silence for consent. Two of the other girls playfully grabbed hold of me and put my butt up into the air. They pulled down first my shorts and then commented on how the wetness had soaked all the way through my panties and my shorts, giggling as they did. "Kristine returned with her strap-on attached and began to touch it to my anus. Nowhere near as gently as I inserted into you, she began to push into me and I cried out in surprise and pain and a little bit of pleasure. The other girls all laughed as Kristine sped up and fucked me really hard from behind and my pussy started to drip. She didn't really like the idea that I was getting so much pleasure - they sort of all thought anal sex wasn't fun, but even as she became more forceful, I found myself getting consistent pleasure. "Someone touched my cunt which was open and slippery with wetness, just to test it since it was dripping so much and they couldn't believe it. This gentle stroke sent me over the edge and I came vigorously as Kristine maintained pounding me. All of the girls were shocked, but I was too thoroughly pleased to feel embarrassed. After that night, none of the girls would talk to me again, and I was left bereft of anyone to fuck my hungry ass." By this point, I noticed Peter couldn't conceal his eagerness any longer. "Please fuck me, I can feel pleasure this way. I almost feel like I might be able to have an orgasm." "You will be able to have an orgasm, Peter." I turn him sideways a little and make slow deep strokes. He begins playing with his flaccid member, the way I stroke my clit while he fucked my ass. I smile at him. "I bet this feels quite good, Peter." He nods, slightly ashamed. I pick up the pace as he continues to fondle his genitals. His balls flop around as I fuck him harder. "Tell me how much you appreciate this. How much you like me fucking you." "I really appreciate you fucking me. Thank you so much Chelsea, it feels so good." "You don't even really mind this whole ordeal I bet, this probably feels so good, you forgive me for ever using the box on you." "Thank you Chelsea, I appreciate it all. Please make me orgasm." "I grab ahold of his penis and rub the underside of the head as I keep fucking. I make short, quick thrusts into him and rub the head of the penis firmly. On the deepest part of a quick thrust, Peter's penis started dribbling out all of the cum that had been stored up now for so many days and he orgasmed so hard that he seemed to almost black out. "Oh, thank you so much, it feels so good," he almost cries uncontrollably. I gently pull out, and grab the box. "Okay, Peter, I have made you orgasm, thereby holding up my side of the deal. As we said, we will never have sex again. Please get your clothes on and leave." And then I smashed the box. Peter looked at me in disbelief. "But you said - " "I said I would let you orgasm and we would never have sex again. Now you know how to orgasm. You will never be hard again, but you know how you can have sex. Go ahead and leave. I am done having sex with you" I laugh wickedly. Peter looks down at his penis and feels sorry for himself about his now permanent condition. His penis is still dripping a few droplets of cum.