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The Box

By: luvs2cuddle



It was late in the afternoon and he was coming home a little later than usual. She met him at the door, so happy to see him. When he comes home she can't wait to hug and kiss him, but today she couldn't. He was carrying a big box and it was blocking her access to him. She noticed that on the box he had written her name and "DO NOT TOUCH OR OPEN"...she kind of smirked, he knew she loved surprises but hated it when he teased her with them. He made things even worse when he placed the box in the middle of the room, knowing she would see it and have to walk around it. His huge smiling face made it all even worse. 

After they had dinner and she cleaned up the kitchen she went into the bedroom to fold some clothes. He stayed in the living to watch some TV and check something out online about the upcoming Nascar race. When he finished online he noticed she still had not come back into the living room. He looked at the box and smiled one of his devilish grins and decided to go find her. 

He found her in their room standing at the foot of the bed folding clothes and wearing one of his t-shirts and a pair of thongs. God he loved it when she wore those, almost as much as he did when she wore nothing at all. He stood there in the doorway admiring her and thinking how much he loved her. Everyday with her has been amazing and the day she took his name was one of the happiest in his life. He loved the feel her skin under his fingers. He could feel her even standing there watching her. Watching her without her knowledge turned him on. He loved how when she reached across the bed he could see her ass peek out from under his shirt. He thought to himself "damn, she is so sexy". 

As he watched her he wanted her more and more with each move she made. He thought about the box again and wanted to share its contents with her. She still had no idea he was watching her, so he stepped back into the living room to retrieved the box and quietly placed it in the bedroom. He approached her and wrapped his arms around her. He startled her cause she jumped slightly pressing her against him a little harder. He couldn't help himself, she looked so sexy, he had to feel her against him and softness of her skin on his finger tips.

She reached over her head, behind her, and rubbed the back of his head, feeling his amazing hair between her fingers. She loves his long hair, it so beautiful and she loves watching his face when she runs her fingers through it. Her reach over her head lifted her shirt slightly and he reached underneath it to feel her soft stomach. His touch was loving and he knew how it made her feel because she gasped as soon as she felt his skin on hers. He leaned in to kiss her neck and give it a light nibble. As she leaned into his kiss he pulled her into him harder. He knows how much she loves it when he takes control. With his free hand he pulls her head back and places a kiss on her cheek. 

He is going to please her in ways she has only fantasized about. After kissing her cheek he whispers in her ear how much he loves her and then he pushes her face down onto the bed and pulls her shirt up and works it over her head. Pushing her back down and holding her there, he reaches for the pair of handcuffs he had already removed from the box and had in his back jeans pocket. With his free hand he pulled one of her hands behind her back, holding it there, he lets go of her head and grabs her other hand. With both hands behind her back he wraps the cuffs around her wrists.

Now that she is cuffed he wants to see the look on her face. He grabs one elbow and forces her to roll over, the look of surprise and excitement on her face pleased him. It was one of her fantasies that he take her and bound her and make her his own, his slave. He moves her up on the bed a little more positioning her right where he wants her. He climbs onto the bed, straddles her, and kisses her deeply. Her sweet kisses back make his already hardening cock harden even more. As he slides back down her body he grabs her thongs with his teeth and pulls them off her. After removing her thongs he reaches for something else from the box and then leans down and starts kissing her calves.

With each loving kiss he spreads her legs a little more. She was loving how caring he was being with her, he always is but something is different this time. His focus was her, his love was flowing from him in everything he did. While she was totally engrossed in his kisses he grabbed her ankle and pulled her leg further and wrapped a rope around it then tied it to the footboard of their bed. He took her by surprise again and she gasped loudly. He took the other ankle in his hand and this time without the kissing he pulled wide and tied it to the other side of the footboard. She was totally exposed to him now and could feel the cool breeze from the ceiling fans teasing her throbbing pussy. It reminded her of when her suck her clit into his mouth suck on it and flick it with his tongue then pull back and blow on it. He knew it drove her mad.

She wanted to see what he was doing but it was hard to move now with her hands cuffed behind her and her legs spread wide and tied to their bed. She was turned on by his desire and passion, she knew she was already getting wet. Her hole was wanting him so bad. The anticipation of what he had plan was overwhelming. This was a side of him he never shared before and it was so sexy. She was able to lift her head enough to see he was still dressed and fumbling with something else, but what.

As he dug into the box for the best part of his surprise he felt his erection pressing against the inside of his jeans. He wanted to unleash it on her right then but he refused himself. He stood back up to face her spread legs and looks at her sweet wet pussy, already glistening with her wetness. He knew he need no lube with her, he never did. She got so excited that her pussy was always ready and wet for him. He knew what to do to make her even wetter and tonight was all about making her as wet and please as he could. He wanted to fulfill one of her fantasies and if it was something he really enjoyed he knew he would do it again. Her desire to submissive intrigued him but was always something he knew little about it. He had spanked her and pulled her hair, but being forceful was not his thing. He placed the toy he had bought for this playtime between her legs resting it against her thigh and just barely touching one side of her pussy.

She loved it when his 6'1" body was crawling up to her, bound or not. He was so sexy and always turned her on. She loved him, everything about him, and he desire to fulfill one of her fantasies was turning her on even more. The cold toy between her legs made her squeal a little and squirm. He came up to her face and she could tell he was holding something between his fingers. He leaned down to her and kissed her lips and ended the kiss by biting her lower lip. He loved that, she bit his all the time and he knew amazing it felt. He lifted her head and pulled a black blindfold over her head and covered her eyes. She was not prepared for this but it excited her more. She wanted so bad to thrust her hips up to him, to tell him she wanted his hard cock buried in her. But her legs wouldn't let her move that way easily. 

He kissed his way back down between her legs taking time to enjoy breast and nibble on her breasts. He took one in between his forefinger and thumb, twisted it, pinched it, and then pulled it hard. She let out a moan that he felt all over. He did this to the other breast until both nipples stood erect to him. She was squirming so much he knew he was working her over good and he was only just beginning. He was going to make her have orgasms like she had never had before. He had nipple clamps in the box but elected not to pull them out, at least not yet. He kissed down her stomach until he reached her soft bald mound. He could smell her already. It made his cock throb even harder, he remembered how she smelled after he ate her until she squirted all her juices on her face. He wanted her to do that again and again. 

He licked her swelling clit and sucked into his mouth. He began to tease it with his tongue and bury his face into her. Each time his faced was pressed into her he would hum adding more sensation to the pleasure his mouth and tongue were giving her. He heard her moans, they filled the room. But, he wanted more, he wanted them louder. He wanted to hear her scream his name in passion and pleasure. 

His desire to hear her cries was overwhelming. He stood up and removed the toy from against her thigh. He turned it on low, but she could hear it good. Was what it, its purr was loud and exciting. He slowly moved it into her gently pressing it against her cunt.

The Box



Gail drove down the quiet suburban street on a Thursday evening and pulled into a driveway of a house that looked like a cookie-cutter image of all the others in the neighborhood. She picked up her clipboard and glanced at the couple in the back seat of her car. "This home is right in your price range, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson. It has a finished basement, and two large bedrooms."

The woman in the back glanced at her husband and said "Looks okay from the outside. What do you think, honey?"

The man said to his wife, "I guess," then looked at Gail and said, "How many bathrooms?"

Gail looked at her clipboard and said, "Two and two halves?"

"Uhm," said the man, "It's been a while since elementary school but doesn't two and two halves equal three?"

Gail laughed. "Not in real estate. It looks like it has full bath upstairs, a master bath off the master bedroom, a half bath on the first floor, and a half bath in the basement."

"I'd like to see it," said the woman.

Gail led her two customers to the front door and rang the bell in case the seller was home. 

A geeky-looking guy in a _Starfleet Academy- tee-shirt opened the door. 

"Hi!" said Gail holding out her hand. "I'm Gail from Land Ho!"

"Oh, yes," he said. "Your office called me this morning and said someone would be showing my house to some buyers. Come in."

"Thank you," said Gail. To the couple, she said, "Come on in."

Gail let the buyers through the foyer and into the L-shaped living room. Gail twiddled the dimmer switch and said, "As you can see, the light over the dining table is controlled by a dimmer switch, to set the mood of the evening."

"Mmm, hmmm," said Mr. Johnson. 

"Can we see the kitchen?" asked Mrs. Johnson.

"Right this way!" said Gail.

"Uhm," said Mr. Johnson. "It's wired for cable, right?"

Gail looked at her clipboard, "Yes. I don't think the seller would mind if we turned the TV on for a second." She stepped across the room and turned on the TV, and the cable listings started scrolling down the screen. 

"The kitchen..." said Mrs. Johnson.

"The kitchen, "said Gail as she stepped into the kitchen, "has all new appliances, including a stainless steel side-by-side refrigerator, smooth-top electric stove, and dishwasher."

Mrs. Johnson spent some time looking in the drawers and cabinets. 

"You said it has two bedrooms?" said Mr. Johnson.

"Yes. Shall we go upstairs?"

"Sure," said Mrs. Johnson.

Gail led her buyers upstairs and stepped into one the master bedroom. "See! What a large bedroom!" said Gail. 

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson walked through the bedroom and peeked into the master bathroom. 

She then showed her buyers the main bathroom off the hallway and the second bedroom.

"Very nice," said Mrs. Johnson.

"Not bad," said Mr. Johnson. "Can we see the basement?"

"Sure!" said Gail, and led them back downstairs and then down to the finished basement. 

"Oh, a medieval motif!" said Mrs. Johnson as she entered the recreation room that resembled an English pub with exposed beams and stonework.

The room was filled with odd-looking items of furniture, some covered with drop cloths. The homeowner was sitting on a sofa reading a magazine. Spider plants and other plants hung from heavy hooks bolted to the ceiling. 

"Very nice!" said Mr. Johnson. "A very cozy pub-like atmosphere."

Mrs. Johnson stepped into the laundry room while Mr. Johnson explored the utility room.

Gail walked over to the seller, "You must be the seller, Mr. Fredashay?"

"Yes. You can call me Ben."

"Has it been on the market long?"

"Just this past week," he said. "A few people have been through it so far, but while I was at work. This is the first showing when I was home."

"So you're still packing up to move?" she asked.

"Yeah, slowly."

Gail laughed, "I know how that is. What is that for?" she asked pointing to a large wooden X mounted on the wall with eye-bolts at the ends of each of the arms of the X."

"Uhm, It's just a piece of exercise equipment," he said. 

"I see," she said. And what is this thing?" she asked pointing to an, obviously, home-made 4' cube plywood crate with a two-piece padded top with a 6" hole in the center where the two pieces meet. 

"Just a table," he said as his face turned red. 

"Oh," said Gail imagining how such a table might be used and feeling herself getting wet down there.

A little later, Gail was driving her buyers back to her real estate office. "So, did you like that house?"

"Yes," said Mrs. Johnson. "It had such a beautiful kitchen, didn't it dear?"

"Yeah!" said Mr. Johnson. "I really liked that party room in the basement."

"That was nice," said Mrs. Johnson, "But I wonder what all those weird shapes were down there."

"Oh, he's probably a sculptor or something," said Mr. Johnson.

"But how do all those plants do so well in a basement room without any sunlight?" Mrs. Johnson asked. "They couldn't have been there that long. I wonder what he _REALLY_ used that room for."

_Me too!_ thought Gail.

After dropping her clients off at the office, she called the homeowner and asked to see the house again. "As a Realtor," she said, "I'd like to examine the kitchen and closet space for the next showing."

"Now?" he asked.

"Whenever is most convenient for you," said Gail. "How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Friday, and I'll be at work all day. Realtors have been bringing people through it all week while I'm at work, so I have no problem with that."

"Good!" said Gail.

The following day, Gail was in the house once again. She walked right past the kitchen without even glancing in, and opened the door to the stairs and went down to the finished basement. She stepped over to the crate and examined it. The two-piece top was hinged on the edges and the two pieces lifted up easily.

Inside, the bottom was padded with foam rubber, but lined with plastic--like, maybe, a plastic shower curtain. She kicked her shoes off and lifted a leg up and stepped inside. Kneeling inside it, she closed one of the top panels, positioning her neck in the half-circle that, curiously, was just the perfect diameter for a neck to pass through. The panel didn't quite close down completely. She tried to pull it down so that it would be flat and level, but it wouldn't fully close. She flipped it open and over the side of the box and the pulled the other panel closed instead. That one, too, wouldn't close all the way. 

_Never mind then,_ she thought. Rather than forcing it and risk breaking it, she left it ajar. 

Gasping, she felt herself getting wet. _What if Ben came home early from work on a Friday and caught her messing with his dungeon furniture?_ Dismissing the thought, she lifted the panel and stepped out of the box. 

She should leave now. What purpose is there in lingering, she asked herself. It's obvious what this box is. 

She took a step toward the stairs. Then she turned around. It was still early. Even if he left work early on this Friday, it was still the morning hours.

She looked around the room again, and began to undress. She removed her blouse and bra, and folded them neatly and set them in a chair where she had placed her shoes. Then she pulled her skirt off and folded it on her other clothing. Wearing just a panty, she hesitated, then removed that as well and placed it folded on the rest of her clothes. 

_What am I doing?_ she thought as she felt her juices drip down one of her legs. _Well, I'll get inside for just a few minutes, give myself release, then leave. He'll never know I was here._

She stepped inside the box again and closed that one top panel over again placing her neck in the half-circle. Again, the panel wouldn't close down fully.

_That's actually a relief,_ she thought. _No way to get trapped._ 

She imagined that, if both panels would close fully around her neck, it would look like her disembodied head were sitting upon a wooden table. She then reached out and swung the other panel up and over. She had to lift up slightly so that both panels would close around her neck. 

With both panels ajar encircling her neck, she lowered herself slowly. Knowing that the panels wouldn't close fully, she lowered herself carefully not to pinch her neck in the narrow neck opening formed by the two panels.

She slowly lowered herself to the point where the panels had barely closed before, when she heard a distinct _CLICK!_

The noise startled her and she flinched against the panel that held her down. 

"Aaah!" she screamed involuntarily. Her heart began pounding. 

She swallowed hard. _They can't be locked. It's just nerves._ 

She pushed the panels gently upward, but they were solidly in place. 

_ _No problem,_ she thought. _I'll just squeeze my hand through this hole and find the catch._

But there was barely a fraction of an inch of clearance around her neck. She couldn't fit her hand through.

She tried to swing her legs out from under her and press against the box with her feet, but the interior of the box was too cramped to get any leverage. 

Panic set it. She started pounding on the panels and the walls of the box with her fists, but the box was too solid, and the top panels latched too securely.

_Shit!_ she cried. 

Gail swallowed and tried to gain her composure. _I'm in no real danger. He'll be home later and let me out._

She suddenly noticed her feminine odor wafting up through the gap in that neck hole. Reaching down, she discovered that she was wetter than ever.

She sighed. _No time for THAT now._ She slowly felt all around the interior of the box for some interior catch or at lease a bolt or something to loosen. 

After an hour, she had felt nothing but featureless wood and plastic inside the box. On top of that, it was close to noon, and was getting hungry and thirsty.

She swallowed and continued to search for some hidden interior latch. eventually, her hand made its way down between her legs. She was still soaking wet down there, and after a couple of hours she could feel a need rising inside her. _Later,_ she thought, _if she ever gets out of this._

After yet another hour, she was famished, and her mouth was so dry. On top of that, she had to pee.

_What am I going to do?_ she cried.

By the next hour or so, she could no longer hold her pee in. _I guess that's what the plastic is for,_ she thought as she let her pee flow. 

She realized the she's going to be utterly humiliated when Ben comes home and finds her locked in his box sitting in a puddle of her own cold pee. 

The hours passed slowly.

When she finally heard the door upstairs open and footfalls on the floor above, she thought to call out, but she was afraid to.

_He's going to find me here, sooner or later. I ought to call out and get it over with already._ But she couldn't work up the nerve.

Her dilemma was solved for her when she heard the door at the top of the stairs open a little later. 

Their eyes locked together as soon as he came down the stairs. 

"Hi!" said Gail as her voice cracked as much from terror as from dehydration.

"Holy shit!" he said. "You're that real estate lady."

"Yeah," said Gail as she tried to swallow. "Can you let me out?"

Ben walked slowly over to the box. She didn't like the grin that was on his face.

"Please!" she said.

Without a word, Ben began to undress. 

Gail watched in stark terror as he pulled his tee shirt up over his head and tossed it aside. 

"God! No!" she gasped when he pulled his jeans down and Jockeys in one motion, letting his erect member flop out, pointing straight at her.

Despite her dry mouth, she swallowed when he stepped up to the box and climbed upon it.

"Please!" she whimpered. "No! Please don't rape me!"

Without a word, he swung one leg over her head, straddling her head between his legs. 

Every instinct inside her was telling her to scream, yet she remained frozen in panic as it all seemed to happen in slow motion.

Gail kept her eyes glued to his wiggling cock as he pinched her jaw open and wrapped his legs around the back of her head.

_In a moment,_ she realized, _a man's cock is going to be in my mouth who I don't know from Adam. A tear dripped from her eye, but that wasn't the only moisture emanating from her body. Yet more pussy juices were mixing in with that puddle of piss she was sitting in. At that moment, his cockhead touched her lips. An instant later, he squeezed her head with his powerful legs, forcing his cock down her throat, and pressing his hairy crotch against her face. 

Immediately, her gag reflex kicked into overdrive. His cock was squeezing past the back of her mouth and down her esophagus, and her throat muscles were instinctively trying to cough it back up. He, on the other hand, just pushed the back of her head even tighter to his crotch, shoving his cock down a fraction of an inch deeper.

The pain! The pain in her throat was beyond incredible, and her lungs were screaming for air. His cock was blocking her airway and she couldn't breathe. He didn't seem to care that she had been holding her breath continuously for over a minute, and was feeling light-headed. 

And then his cock started throbbing rhythmically in her mouth. She knew he was coming--injecting his cum directly into her throat. At least she didn't have to taste it. 

And then he was done. _Finally, the torture is over!_ His cock began to shrink, though he remained seated, still squeezing her head with his legs. 

She felt him lean far over, twisting her head in his powerful leg grip as he did so. Then she heard paper rattling. She tried to look up, though with her face plastered to his groin and his hairy crotch filled her field of view. He draped the newspaper in his lap resting against her forehead. _Fuck! He's reading a newspaper. The fucker is reading a newspaper with my face glued to his cock._ 

At least Gail could breathe. Still, even a soft cock is a fairly large chunk of meat to hold in one's mouth and she struggled to breathe slowly so that her gag reflex wouldn't kick in and put her in agony again.

She sat there, reminded that she's still sitting in a puddle of her own piss from the odor that rose up through the crack around her neck. In fact, she had to pee again and couldn't hold it any longer. Her fresh piss added to the stale piss from the morning simply enhanced the aroma. 

Yes, she still so thirsty. How long would she have to endure this humiliation, she wondered. At that, her mouth began filling rapidly with water squirting against the back of her throat. _Oh fuck! He's pissing in my mouth!_ 

Some dribbled out between her lips and his cock down her chin. Yet, she was so incredibly thirsty that she drank some of it. 

Time passed as he continued to read the newspaper. The taste of piss in her mouth occasionally threatened to make her puke, but she managed to hold it in.

Some time later, he leaned over again and set the newspaper down. The TV then came on. She didn't recognize the first show, _Max Headroom._ Based only on the audio and not able to see the show, it seemed to her to be some kind of detective story about computer viruses, but the main character was, himself, a self-aware computer virus. Weird! 

That was followed by _Star Trek: Starfleet Academy._ Though not much of a _Star Trek_ fan, her previous boyfriend was, and so she knew the history of the series from the original to _Next Generation_ and other spin-offs. When they produced _Star Trek: Enterprise,_ their attempt at rewriting Trek "history" nearly killed the franchise. But when they finally produced _Starfleet Academy,_ as fans around the world had been begging for years for, the franchise found a second life, or rather, a third life, for it was _Next Generation_ 10 years after the original that gave _Star Trek_ its second life. 

Gail wanted to cry. _How long is he going to keep me in this blasted thing and use my face like it was a fuck doll and urinal?_ she wondered.

Wonder as she might, as the show drew to a close and a commercial came on, he began pumping her mouth again. 

_Oh God! No! Not again!_ 

His cock swelled up once again, forcing itself past her throat, as it slid relentlessly in and out and in and out.

Again, Gail couldn't restrain her gag reflex, and her body started bucking out of control as her gag reflex tried in vain to expel the massive object from her throat.

And again, after about a minute as she was on the verge of passing out, his cock began throbbing and pumping cum directly into her throat.

Finally, his cock shrunk one again and he squirted a few last drops of post cum onto her tongue before sliding back and pulling out of her mouth.

Gail immediately went into a wild fit of coughing and spitting. 

"That what you wanted?" he asked her, but she couldn't reply as she struggled for a full minute or two to catch her breath.

She then swallowed hard and met his gaze. Her hand, however, was down between her legs dipped in the puddle of piss that she was sitting in. She was still as wet as ever down there.

"Can you let me go now?" she asked. Without thinking, she blurted, "I promise I won't tell anyone. I mean, I had no business being here and messing with your things and locking myself in. You had every right to use me the way you did for what I did. But I have to show a customer a house tomorrow morning. That's my livelihood! I can't miss it! Please! So no hard feelings, okay?" 

"No hard feelings," he said in a slow monotone voice.

"That's right," she said. "We both had fun, and nobody will ever know what we did tonight. I promise. Okay? So I can go, right?"

"Do you really keep a promise?" he asked.

"Of course!" she said, visibly miffed that anyone would question her honesty. Again, the words just poured from her mouth in sheer panic without thought. "I know what everyone says about car salespeople. But the Realty business is different. In this business, honesty is absolutely essential. I couldn't sell if my word can't be trusted."

"Okay," he said. "You promise to come back tomorrow after your showing, and I'll let you go."

"Come back?" she gasped. "And what? Be put back in this, uh, box again?"

"Yes," he said.

Gail fingered her wet pussy. That touch triggered such a powerful orgasm that she couldn't control herself as her whole body quaked and throbbed. Her shoulders banged against the undersides of the top panels as her body went into auto-pilot.

Panting and sweating when she finally regained control of her body, she met Ben's gaze again. His arms were crossed as he stood there with a big grin on his face. 

Gail struggled to get the word out. "Yes," she said. "I'll come back tomorrow."

Ben reached down and unlatched the top, adding, "And come on an empty stomach, so you'll be hungry and thirsty, too." 

"Okay," said Gail, who and then collapsed again as pins and needles shot through her legs. 

"Help me," she whimpered.

"Sure," he said. Pointing to the bathroom off the recreation room, he said, "You can take a shower before you go if you want."

She wanted to just leave in the worst way, but she was drenched in her own piss from her crotch down. "Okay," she said.

He said, "You should have put an adult incontinence diaper on first, you know?"

"Oh?"

"Yeah," he pointed to a package on a nearby shelf. "They're right there."

"I'll remember that," she said.

Dripping piss, Gail stepped into the small bathroom off the recreation room and took a long needed shower.

Shortly later, fresh and dry, she stepped out into the recreation room.

Feeling self-conscious at being naked in front of a total stranger--well, a total stranger whom she just spent the past few hours sucking on his cock and drinking his cum and piss--she was strangely relieved that he was also still naked.

He smiled and handed her folded clothes to her. She took them and started dressing. He did so along with her.




The Box



Finally, in her car, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was dark and in an unfamiliar area, but that's part of a real estate agent's job and her GPS knew the way home. 

The following morning, she showed a young couple a small townhouse in the historic center city area. She was strangely relieved that they didn't want to make an offer. Sitting in her office, she finished up some paperwork. 

One of the other agents popped her head in Gail's office. "Morning Gail!"

"Morning, Barb!" said Gail.

"Everything okay? You seem a little on edge, and you didn't touch any of the bagels or doughnuts that the broker brought in for those of us who have to come in on Saturday mornings."

"I'm fine," said Gail.

"Not even your usual cup of coffee?" said Barb in a voice of concern. "Did those buyers you took out this morning make problems for you?"

"They were okay," said Gail. "Really! I'm just not hungry." Then she smiled and looked down to continue her work.

Gail wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Should she keep her promise and go back to Ben's house and be _USED_ again as a fuck doll. Or should she just go home and forget it ever happened. To his credit, he _DID_ let her leave when she was certain she would dead momentarily at the hands of a kinky serial killer. And then she could have easily have driven straight to the police from his house, but she didn't. 

She reached down with one hand under her desk and under her skirt to feel her soaking pussy, while her other hand fondled her car keys. 

Shortly thereafter, Gail rang a doorbell in front of a house that was for sale. Despite wiping off her legs before she got out of her car, her juices were dribbling down her legs as she stood there at the door.

"Hi Ben!" said Gail when the door opened. "Your fuck toy has returned."

* END *



The Box



Well, here he is, in sin city sitting in a titty bar having a beer - pretty cool for a 23 year-old. This was his first trip away from Olathe -- other than to Kansas City and Las Vegas has lived up to its reputation. The lights and glamor of the strip were really impressive. He got a lot of information on new equipment at the farm machinery show so it was a good trip.

The people seemed OK too; he has been talking with the bartender who has been giving him a lot of interesting information of the history of Las Vegas such as the Spanish translation of the city name meaning the meadows. 

Another thing he learned was that the strip was not a part of the city of Las Vegas but a township called Paradise. Apparently there was some kind of tax issue when it all came together.

While he was sitting there, this pretty brunette wearing jeans and cowboy boots walked up and sat down next to him. 

She knew the bartender and asked him "How's it going Jerry, quiet night?" 

As Charlie looked at her, his grandfather's words came to mind "don't trust people that show up wearing fancy shoes. You only want to be around folks that work for a livin." 

Looking at her, her boots were clean but worn, like she actually worked in them, a good thing in his mind.

Jerry asked her "What'll you have?" 

She replied "Oh, the usual." And put a $100 bill on the counter. When he set down her drink, which looked like orange juice, she pushed the bill toward him and said "keep it." 

He said "thanks" and introduced Charlie to her. Her name was Barbara and she worked for one of the big casinos in town.

She was warm and easy to talk with and he learned that she grew up on a ranch just outside of Las Vegas in a town called Henderson. 

Through their conversation he learned that they had similar values and upbringing, which made him even more comfortable with her.

After a bit, he excused himself and went to the men's room. When he came back he found that his beer had been "freshened" thanks to Barbara. 

They talked for 15-20 minutes more until he began to feel sleepy, really sleepy; like he just wanted to curl up right there on the floor and go to sleep.

Barbara spoke to him, saying it looks like he may have had a little too much to drink. 

She started to help him to his feet when Jerry reached alongside the register and handed her a leather folder saying "this is Charlie's; he asked me to hold it for him. It has all his flight and hotel information in it." She said thanks and that she would get him to his hotel.

With that she walked him outside to a big black limousine and helped him inside. They were driven to one of the casinos where he was helped into an elevator and went up to one of the top floors. 

There, they helped him into a bedroom, stripped him and put him to bed.

He awoke the next morning in a king sized bed, stark naked. His mouth was dry but other than this, he felt OK. He got up, went to the bathroom and then got back into bed.

As he pulled the covers up, in walked Barbara, asking how he was feeling. 

He said OK and she asked if he was hungry. Food! The moment she mentioned it, his stomach growled. 

She grinned and said "how about some breakfast?" His response was "oh yes!"

She handed him a menu card and a pencil so he could mark what he wanted. He asked her "what happened to my clothes?" 

She told him that they were in the laundry being washed and pressed. With that, she left the room.

Less than ten minutes later, a guy about his age came in with a serving cart holding his breakfast. Boy did it smell good! The guy, named Steve, helped him out of bed and to a small table where he served breakfast.

Charlie couldn't believe that breakfast came so fast. Steve told him it was from the penthouse restaurant upstairs. 

He then asked "where am I?" and Steve said "in Diamond's private suite at the Diamond Casino." Charlie's thought was "wow" as he finished the last of the bacon.

Suddenly, in walked the tallest and most beautiful woman he had ever seen -- naked, except for her shoes and jewelry. 

Steve said "Hi Vinny" as she walked up. In those high heels she must have been close to seven feet tall and her skin was like coffee with cream in it. 

She was shaved "down there" and her breasts were full with puffy nipples that pointed up. 

Charlie immediately got a hard-on, which she noticed and commented "very nice. Stand up and let's have a look at you."

He stood up with his raging hard-on standing straight out like a flagpole. 

He said "Sorry ma'am, I couldn't help it, you are so beautiful." 

She asked "have you ever seen a naked woman before now?" 

He blushed and said "no ma'am." 

Her response was "then I'm doubly flattered. It is nice to be your first" as she reached over and gave his cock a squeeze. He practically melted right there.

She told him to turn around so she could look at him. 

Just then Barbara walked in. 

Vinny smiled and said "very nice Barbara, good work!"

She then turned to Charlie and said "Please forgive me for not introducing myself sooner. I am Lavinia but you may call me Vinny. My hubby owns this casino and we have a proposition for you. Please sit down and make yourself comfortable."

She went on "We are throwing a party tonight and would like to hire you for about twelve hours at $100 an hour. You would be providing personal services for our guests. Does this interest you?

He thought "$100 an hour for 12 hours, that's over 2 week's wages!" and answered "is it anything illegal?" 

Vinny said "no, not at all." 

Then he said "OK, you've got me. I have a flight out tomorrow in the after noon, will it interfere with that?" 

Vinny said "no, not a bit."

Vinny told him "because of Nevada labor law, we have to have a contract for your services that shows the rate and duration of the work you will be performing. Is that OK with you?" 

"Sure." He replied.

With that, Steve handed him a piece of paper that had the terms of the agreement written on it, which he signed and dated. Vinny then signed it as well, telling him that she would have a copy for him later.

Vinny said "now, we don't have much time. Steve, get him showered, shaved and cleaned out. Oh, and take care of that too, pointing to Charlie's erection. We can't have him distracted."

Steve said "Come on; let's get you into a shower and taken care of."

The two of them got up and went into the bathroom.

The first thing Steve did was to get a packaged enema out of a cupboard. Handing it to Charlie, he told him to use it first and hold it as long as he could. 15 minutes later, Charlie had to let go and Steve had a rubber enema bag and hose ready for him. When the soapy water was in, Charlie held it as long as he could, let go and they went for a 3rd time. 

When he was done cleaning himself out, Steve had him take a shower. When Charlie was finished washing, Steve got in with him with a razor and a can of shaving cream. 

After Charlie shaved his face, Steve took over and shaved the rest of his body. Charlie was amazed at how sensitive his cock was without his hair. All it took was a faint breeze and he was instantly hard.

Next, they got out of the shower where Steve had Charlie sit on a bench and dry off. When they were dry, Steve got some skin lotion and handed it to Charlie to put on, saying that "people forget that Las Vegas is a desert, so you have to take care of your skin."

Once Charlie was dry, he knelt down between Charlie's knees and started stroking his cock, while asking Charlie if he had ever had a blow job before. 

Charlie stuttered a bit as he said "nno." 

Steve said "I want you to relax and enjoy this but pay attention to everything I do."

With that, he took Charlie completely into his throat until his nose was pressed against Charlie's pubic area. He worked his tongue on the underside of his cock and swallowed as he did so. 

He became rigid; he had never felt anything like this before. Steve would slowly slide his mouth off Charlie's cock until only the head remained in his mouth. 

Charlie moaned and Steve plunged back down on his cock, sucking and tonguing as hard as he could until he was at the bottom, swallowing.

He started thrashing along with his moaning so Steve increased his speed. Going up and down on his rock hard cock faster and faster; sensing that Charlie was starting to get close; Steve reached over and got a large glop of lubricant which he worked around and into Charlie's virgin ass.

At this point Charlie didn't know what to do -- move back onto the wonderful finger invading his ass or thrust forward into Steve's hot mouth.

He finally just let go and let Steve work his magic on his body. God it felt good! Steve had several fingers in him and was moving in time with his mouth sucking in Charlie's cock. He had no idea that a blow job could be so wonderful.

This continued for a little longer until Charlie started to shudder and go as rigid as a board. Every muscle in his body was wound up tighter than a bowstring. Feeling that he was close Steve stopped and squeezed the base of Charlie's cock hard, which backed him off.

Once Charlie had taken a couple of breaths, Steve started in again. It only took a few thrusts of his mouth and fingers working together to get him moaning and whimpering. The unrelenting pleasure was bringing Charlie up faster this time; he was thrashing more, gasping for breath and shaking.

Steve slowed the pace a little to prolong the experience and then, suddenly Charlie went completely rigid, gasped, convulsed and unloaded in Steve's throat. He kept convulsing and shooting 6-8 more times until he just collapsed. 

When he came back to reality he told Steve that he had never felt anything like that before now. 

Steve's reply was "you mean you have never had a blow job before?" 

Charlie simply said "never."

Steve then said "well we have to get you ready for tonight." 

With that he got a butt plug (unfamiliar to Charlie), lubed it up and told him to turn around and bend over. He slowly and gently inserted it into Charlie's ass until it went "pop" and was sucked all the way in. 

This done, he had him turn around and fitted a heavy two piece cock ring over his cock and balls. When that was done he put a ticky pad on the underside of Charlie's cock just below the circumcision scar behind the head. All of these had wires for connecting to.

Now that he was done, Steve took Charlie back into the bedroom and had him sit on the bed while he got Vinnie.

When they came back in, Vinnie announced that it was now time for his training. She put one of the bed pillows on the floor by the bed, sat down on the edge of the bed and told him to kneel down on the pillow between her knees. 

When Charlie was in place, he was sporting another rock-hard erection. Her Beautiful shaved pussy was a sight to behold.

She asked him if he was comfortable and he replied "yes thanks." She went on to tell him "this will be half of your training for the party. If you pay attention and apply yourself, you will be in great demand when you get back to Kansas. 

One thing to remember, you will need to get your girlfriend in the mood with lots of soft kisses and gentle caresses before you start any of what you are about to learn." 

She had him look forward and come closer and asked him what he saw. He replied "your vagina, ma'am." 

She went on to tell him that this is a woman's flower or yoni, and is to be lovingly worshipped. "You must treat it gently and do your absolute best to make it happy." 

"Have you ever seen a woman's flower before?" she asked. 

"No, this is my first time" was his reply. 

She said "well, look closely. Here are my outer lips and tucked inside here are my inner lips. The area between them is wonderfully sensitive and where you should usually start when pleasuring a woman. Now, where the inner lips meet is a little bump that is called the clitoris. This is like a miniature cock and hides under a hood of flesh until she is ready to come out and play. In some women she is tiny and in others she is quite large."

"Below the Clitoris is the opening to my vagina and if you were to put your finger in and curl it up against the upper wall, you would find a little firm spot behind the root of the clitoris that is called the "G" (for Graffenberg) spot. When a woman is aroused, pressure or stroking on this spot will bring her higher and add to her pleasure.

Sitting there less than a foot away from her, Charlie could smell her wonderfully spicy scent. It made him want to stick his nose into her crotch and take a deep breath, it was that heady.

"Now, the first thing I want you to do is come and lightly lick the area between my rosebud and my vagina. Use a light teasing touch as if your tongue was a butterfly. It is the woman's job to tell her lover how she wants him. If she is not telling him, her partner, you, MUST ask how she wants it."

He gulped and complied. She encouraged him to start making longer and longer strokes with his tongue, up between her inner and outer lips. She also told him to stay AWAY from her clitoris until she was ready.

He alternated sides in his licking and then licked AROUND her clitoris when instructed to do so. He loved the heady, spicy smell and taste of her; this was something he was never going to stop doing.

She then told him to use his finger, or two, and gently insert it into her. He could tell that she was becoming more aroused by her movements. He worked his two fingers in and out around her G spot while sucking and tonguing her now thumb sized clitoris. 

She had both hands in his hair and was mewing with every stroke, pulling him into her. He kept up the steady stroking and sucking, not varying his speed, which brought her up like a freight train until she was gasping and convulsing as she arched into his mouth.

He continued gently licking and sucking on her, quickly realizing that her clitoris was now super sensitive to his touch. He withdrew his fingers and continued with looong licks, even lightly licking her rosebud which caused her to gasp and convulse. 

Finally she relaxed and came back to Earth with a big smile on her face. "That was excellent for your first time, you are a good student. I'm glad Barbara found you. Now it is her turn to be serviced by you. Do you want to clean up or anything?" 

His answer was "nope" but he was excited about being able to pleasure Barbara and his cock was like an iron bar.

She then had Barbara take off her clothes and sit on the edge of the bed. Now he got REALLY hard. Just looking at her tight body made him want to cum right away. Vinny told him that he was to make Barbara feel good. 

He knelt in front of her and the sight of her body almost took his breath away. She was awesome. The feeling of that butt plug in his ass seemed to make his cock even harder as he moved to her crotch. Her pussy was not a large as Vinnys but it was shaved as well and just beautiful to look at. 

Vinny came out of the bathroom with a damp towel and handed it to him to wipe his face with, which he did saying "thanks."

He smiled at Barbara and asked her if there was anything he should know about pleasuring her. 

She grinned with more than a little anticipation and said "Well, I like little nibbles and licks. I'll tell you when you get there."

Remembering Vinny's instructions, he started with long slow licks up her between her outer and inner lips. 

She gasped and he lightly licked around her clitoris, making her stiffen. 

Then he bent his head down and lightly licked and teased the area between her rosebud and her vagina, even running his tongue over her rosebud, which caused her to gasp and arch.

He liked the way she smelled and tasted. She wasn't the same as Vinny but she was good, different but good. He continued his long licks as Barbara began to respond to him. Following Vinny's advice, he stayed away from direct contact with her clitoris and waited until her body told him she was ready by arching into his mouth as he worked on her.

As she responded more and more, he teased her vagina with his fingertip, stroking gently and sliding the tip of one finger in just a little. This added to her arousal and she began to arch and thrust her sex hard into his mouth.

Then he went up the side of her vagina, lightly teasing his way between her inner and outer lips until he came to her clitoris, which he licked gently and sucked lightly before continuing down the other side of her now moistening pussy.

Finding himself back where he started he sucked and licked the area and paid some extra attention to her rosebud, which had her arching and moaning. After he teased her for a couple of minutes, he started back up, sucking, licking and nibbling on her inner lips, which had her gasping and twitching yet again.

As he worked back towards her clit, he slid two fingers just into her vagina. He went in only about an inch deep and slid in and out in time with his sucking and licking on her lips. 

She became more vocal when he worked his way up to her now hard little clitoris, standing tall and needing attention.

She squealed as he softly slid his mouth down on her little soldier while sliding his fingers deep into her and curling them to find her g-spot.

Working the two sensations together, he had her ready to climax almost immediately. She was gasping and thrashing like a fish out of water.

He slowed down and added stronger suction and some teeth to his work on her clit. This caused her to gasp and say 'huh' louder and louder as she came up, shaking her head back and forth as she hung on the edge of climaxing. 

Since she liked her rosebud played with, Charlie took a wet finger out of her and worked the tip it gently into her ass, wiggling it in time with his suction and nibbles on her clit. This caused her to scream, arch and grab his head with both hands as she had a juddering climax that seemed to go on and on.

She held his head hard into her crotch for what seemed like an hour, not that he was complaining but it was a little difficult trying to breathe. 

She was sweeter than Vinny and he really didn't want to stop but she was relaxed and floating in a post-orgasmic glow, so he sat back and relaxed as well.

It left her totally exhausted, lying there muttering "oh God, oh God" as she felt the aftershocks.

Vinny came back after her orgasmic journey and told Charlie "That was very good. You were not in a hurry and were completely focused on giving; you and a natural and a quick study. What did you think?" 

He replied "I loved it!"

Vinny commented that he did very well and this was exactly what she wanted him to do for all her guests.

She told him to relax for a bit and then it would be time for the other side.

After a couple of minutes, she called Steve over and had him take his clothes off and to sit on the edge of the bed. 

She asked Charlie if he was ready. When he said yes, she told him to kneel on the pillow between Steve's legs.

Steve's cock was half hard as Steve told him to look at his cock, take his time and enjoy the experience. 

Charlie was a little nervous but excited and wanted to make Steve feel as good when Steve made him cum.

He went on to tell Charlie that cocks came in all sizes and some balls were tight and high while others hung way down. Each was unique and his job was to discover what gave the most pleasure. 

It was an adventure exploring what brought pleasure because everyone was different and their reactions were different as well.

Charlie was nervous and excited. Up until now he has never seen another erect cock other than his own.

Steve told him that the place to start is to do things that you like and move on from there.

With that, Charlie leaned forward and licked the head of Steve's hard cock.




The Box



Steve told him to hold it in his mouth and enjoy how it feels. 

To Charlie it felt hot, incredibly soft like velvet and hard at the same time. He could also feel that it was alive, the blood flowing in Steve's veins made his cock pulse. 

He started to explore the head with his tongue, running it all around and behind the head, discovering that the area around and just under the head was extremely sensitive -- more than his was, given the way it jumped. It felt hot on his tongue when he licked it and was like silk.

Steve told him to start with licking and sucking his balls, then work his way up the underside of his cock with his tongue, swirling it around and around as he moved to the head. 

Charlie liked the man scent from Steve's balls and the way they felt when he took them into his mouth.

He was surprised when HIS cock started to get hard from the attention he was giving to Steve.

Finally, he worked back up the underside to the soft spongy head and sucked it into his mouth. It fit perfectly. 

He could swirl his tongue all around it as he started to gently suck and move his head up and down.

Steve told him to press the head of his cock against the roof of his mouth, stick his tongue forward and, holding it there, force his mouth down on his cock as far as he could.

Steve moaned as Charlie slid down, burying his nose in Steve's hair. 

Needing a breath, Charlie slowly slid back up, swirling his tongue all over Steve's cock as he pulled back. 

With only the head in his mouth, Charlie twisted his mouth around on it as he worked his tongue under and around the back of the head. 

Steve was rigid as Charlie repeated the process of trapping his cock and sliding all the way down on it, causing Steve to become more vocal as he repeated the process again and again.

Finally, Barbara, who was watching and fingering herself, suggested that Steve stand up. He would be more comfortable that way. Steve readily agreed.

With Steve now standing over Charlie, he could slide easily into his throat and use both hands to hold his head in place. Steve was in heaven. 

As was Charlie because he was loving the way Steve's hard, yet soft cock felt plunging into his mouth. The more he sucked the harder it got.

They continued for another 10-15 minutes with Steve holding Charlie's head and driving his cock deep into his mouth. Steve's knees were shaking and his breath was coming in gulps every time he buried his cock in Charlie's throat.

Suddenly, Steve pulled out and said "I'm close to cumming, where do you want it?" 

Charlie replied "as deep in my mouth as you can get it. I want to feel you and taste you." 

With that, Steve grabbed Charlie's head and started fucking his mouth and throat hard. Faster and deeper he went until he pulled Charlie's head all the way down on his cock and froze, pumping his hot cum into Charlie's throat. 

After 6 or 8 strong pulses that Charlie could feel with his tongue he had to swallow in order to breathe. Steve's cum tasted good, a little salty but good. It definitely was a new taste to Charlie and he liked it.

Barbara spoke up and asked Steve "Well, how did he do?" 

Steve responded "he's a natural. He took my cock all the way down his throat with no effort at all! He has a million dollar mouth." 

She said "Great! Then it's a go for the party." 

Steve replied "With a mouth like that he is going to be a big hit."

She had Charlie get up and asked him if he was ready. 

He said "yes, with a big smile." 

Barbara asked him if he needed to clean up or go to the bathroom. He replied "Nope, I'm fine; he tasted good." 

They then led him into the living room to an alcove that had a curtain across it. There in the alcove was a cabinet, painted flat black.

One side was a door and looking in, one could see a seat with a cushion on it and another cushion for his knees. There also was a little shelf that was large enough to hold a tissue box, some wipes and a water bottle.

On the tapered front was an oval opening that had a roll of padding on the inside. Charlie was to sit on the seat with his face against the oval, ready to service all comers.

Inside the top of the box was a spool that held 8 inch wide black nylon webbing. There was a slot that the end of the web could fit into and the spool tightened with a little crank. This would hold Charlie's head against the oval until either the guest or Charlie moved the lever to release it.

On the outside of the top was a pair of handles for the "customer" to hang onto.

There was also a door bell button that Charlie could push if he needed anything.

Underneath the seat were some wires that connected to the wires on his butt plug and his cock. These ran up to a box on the rear of the lid that controlled the power and pulses that Charlie would feel.

Barbara and Steve asked him if he had any questions. 

He said "nope, I can't wait to get started."

With that, they hooked up the wires and helped him into the box. Once he was in, Steve ran the webbing around the back of Charlie's head and slid it into the slot to hold it in place.

When he was comfortable, Steve turned on the power. Charlie felt like the plug was fucking him, sliding in and out of his ass. With each thrust in, his cock would receive a pulse which made it jump like he was cumming. 

Steve explained that the settings would be kept low so he would not cum. Their purpose was just to keep him "interested." 

Asking again if he was OK, they closed him in. It seemed like half an hour before he got his first customer -- a woman he estimated to be in her 30's.

She hiked up her skirt and pressed up against the opening, saying "do me baby."

Charlie noticed that she wore no panties, had shaved off all of her crotch hair and that she smelled good. Not heady the way Vinny smelled but nice and spicy nonetheless. 

Charlie started by lightly licking her from below her pussy to one side of her clitoris. He was careful to avoid it until she became more aroused. It didn't take long for her to get wet and she tasted good. 

He worked his tongue into her as deep as he could, alternating long slow strokes with feather light touches around her clitoris. Five more minutes of this and she was moaning and squirming, trying to get him further into her pussy.

He took this as his cue to suck and lick on her clitoris, which put her into orbit. He slid two fingers into her and worked them in addition to his sucking and tonguing her "man in a boat." 

She immediately started to drive her crotch into his mouth, thrusting harder and harder as she came up. Finally, with a long groan, she exploded in a hard, wet orgasm, holding onto the handles and shaking against Charlie's face.

Charlie felt good that he could give her such a strong climax and boy did she taste great.

When she relaxed and came back from wherever she went, she thanked him saying "I really needed that" and took a casino chip out of her purse, which she gave to him.

He was so aroused from the moving plug in his ass that all he wanted to do was make it go faster until he came. Unfortunately, it just kept thrusting as the same slow pace, not enough to get him off but it did do a good job of keeping him aroused.

His next "customer" was a guy, about 50 years old and in good shape. The guy dropped his trousers and boxers, revealing a very nice 7 1/2 inch cut cock. It was bigger than his own and fatter than Steve's.

The guy cranked on the spool that tightened his head up against the opening and slipped his cock into Charlie's open mouth. Held the way he was, Charlie could only stick his tongue forward, relax his throat and suck. 

Once the guy realized he could bury his cock in Charlie's throat, he did just that, holding onto the handles and brutally fucking his face. There was no way he could escape that hard cock driving into his mouth. All he could do was relax, try to get a breath and suck. 

It was like having a machine fuck his mouth. The guy kept going on and on, getting faster and faster until he drove his cock into Charlie's throat and held it there as he unloaded his hot cum. 

All Charlie could do was breathe through his nose and swallow. He couldn't even taste the guy's cum, he was buried so deep.

When the guy relaxed, Charlie released the latch holding his head against the opening and licked his now softening cock until it was clean. He also passed a couple of tissues to him from the box he had inside.

The guy said "thanks, you've got a good mouth, I may be back later" as he zipped up and handed Charlie his second casino chip.

The next few hours brought a steady stream of customers, all leaving quite satisfied and leaving Charlie with more casino chips. 

Then Steve came up and unlatched the box, saying that it was time for a break. Charlie needed help unfolding, disconnecting and getting out, but once he was out and had stretched, he was OK. 

He went to the bathroom, washed his face and looked at the chips that he had collected. Most were $25 and $50 chips with a quite a few $100 chips as well. He was delighted. Not only was he being paid for his time but was receiving generous tips as well. He was going to go home with a bunch of money.

After relaxing for a few minutes, he was ready to get back into the box. Steve hooked him up and made sure he had everything he needed. 

It wasn't long before he had a new customer, a lady in a fancy flowing dress. When she started unwrapping the dress, he realized that it was an Indian sari. It took several minutes to get it all off, leaving her with a thin skirt and top. She hiked up the skirt and moved to the opening in the box, presenting herself to him.

He started in on her, licking slowly and gently. He was enchanted with her smell and taste. It was sweet and spicy and he felt that he could eat her for hours. 

He suddenly realized that it must be from the curries that she probably ate. He was in heaven, having never tasted anything like her. 

He took his time, working slowly and lingering on her inner folds. God she tasted good! His long slow licks brought her up and up until she was meeting his movements, trying to get more of his tongue into her. 

At this point, he started to gently lick and suck her clitoris, which had hardened to about ¾ of an inch long. He began to suck it like it was a little cock while flicking his tongue over the tip and she began to get quite vocal, moaning and gasping as she became more aroused.

He slowed down and worked a finger into her, stroking her G-spot as he sucked and licked her, wanting to take as long as he could to bring her to a climax. He really could eat her for hours.

Suddenly she began to shake and take deep breaths. He knew he had only seconds left so he sucked her as hard as he could and moved his finger in and out of her as fast as he could. She thrust herself into his face and froze, gasping and shaking as she went over the edge.

He eased her finger out of her and sucked her in gentle pulses, stretching out her orgasm, until she sagged and almost fell on the floor. 

When she regained her energy and stood back up, he passed her a handful of tissues to blot herself with.

In a lovely musical voice she thanked him profusely for such a wonderful experience, telling him that she would remember him for years to come.

He responded that she would be the same for him as well. Pleasing her was heavenly.

A couple of minutes after she left, a big black man came in. In a deep voice he asked "are you ready to take care of me boy?" 

Charlie replied "yes sir."

With that, he dropped his slacks and shorts, revealing an impossibly large cock that wasn't even hard yet. He walked up to the box and tightened the webbing, pulling Charlie's head tight against the padded opening.

He then fed the head of that monster to Charlie and told him to "get busy, boy." 

Charlie couldn't believe the size of it as it got harder and harder in his mouth. He couldn't move other than to slide his tongue over and around the velvety head and suck on it to get the precum from it.

When he was nice and hard, he pulled back and asked "are you ready boy?"

Charlie said "yes" and asked "how long is it? I've never seen one like it before." 

The man said "a little over 12 inches, now open up." 

With that he slowly fed his cock into Charlie's mouth, working it in, pulling out, and working it in a little deeper with each thrust.

Charlie found that he could take that monster into his throat and relaxed a little. After all, he had experienced a brutal facefucking earlier so he knew he could handle it. 

Gradually the man kept thrusting until all of his cock was sliding into Charlie's mouth and his short curly pubic hairs were touching Charlie's nose.

Charlie sucked as best he could and swallowed, which tightened his throat on that monster cock. He could feel the long strokes of the cock sliding into his mouth and was getting into making the experience as good for the black man as possible.

The man began to thrust harder, driving his cock completely into Charlie's throat faster and faster. Then he stopped with his cock completely buried.

Charlie could feel the cock pulsing as his cum shot straight down his throat. It felt awesome.

When he relaxed and pulled his cock out, Charlie got a taste of his cum which he liked. It was not as sweet as some he had that day but good nonetheless. 

The man said "you did a good job boy. Not many can take my cock all the way down. I'm glad I hired you." 

It was at this point Charlie realized that he just sucked off Diamond and responded "it was my pleasure sir." 

The next few hours were a whirlwind of cocks and pussys. Charlie got good at bringing up both men and women slowly so their pleasure was drawn out to the point of having some of them begging to cum. He was in heaven.

Finally, things quieted down and the last of the guests left. Steve came to get Charlie and helped him unfold and straighten up. 

Charlie had a hard-on that wouldn't quit. Imagine 12 hours of stimulation without release. He was READY. His ass was so hungry to be fucked that it wasn't funny.

Steve removed the butt plug and electrodes and got him into a shower, which felt wonderful. It didn't do anything for the fact that he was hornier than he had ever been but the hot water did feel good.

When he had dried off, Steve asked him if he was ready to cum. 

Charlie replied "YES! My ass is so hungry I'm going nuts." 

Steve asked if he would like to get fucked. 

To which Charlie responded "oh yes!"

Steve had him get on the bed on his hands and knees. Then he fed him his cock for Charlie to get hard. 

As he worked on him, he realized that the day's "training" had paid off. Charlie was GOOD! 

He had a feel for Steve's reactions and could deep throat his cock with ease, swallowing to tighten the muscles around his cock head when it was all the way in. Steve had to pull out because he was coming up too quickly, much to Charlie's disappointment.

Just then Barbara walked in asking if Charlie had improved his skills. 

Steve said "he now sucks like a pro. Why don't you try him yourself?" 

She dropped her jeans and panties, got on the bed, resting against the pillows and headboard and opened her legs. Charlie crawled forward and went to work, alternating between long licks up and inside her pussy and lightly licking and sucking on her clitoris. 

She said "oooh, he HAS improved!" as she grabbed his head and pulled him into her crotch.

Steve then got some of the lube he had used earlier and worked it into Charlie's ass; working his fingers around and around until Charlie could accept 3 fingers comfortably.

Next he lubed his cock and put the head to Charlie's rosebud. It took less effort than he expected to slide all the way into his ass. 

Charlie's "man pussy" was hungry and welcomed his cock! The day-long teasing definitely had its effect as it wanted to be filled right now! 

As Steve slowly buried himself on Charlie's tight ass and began to move, Charlie moaned "Ooooh, finally! God, it feels wonderful. Fuck me, fuck me." 

He then went back to the sucking and licking he was doing on Barbara.

Steve was doing everything he could to keep from coming up too rapidly. 

Charlie's virgin ass was sooo tight and felt incredible. He got some more of the lube, reached under and started stroking Charlie's rock hard cock.

He suspected that it would not take Charlie to cum since he had been kept on edge all day. He got a rhythm going, sliding into Charlie's ass as he slid a tight hand down his rock hard cock. 

This created another conflict for Charlie, he wanted to thrust back to meet that wonderful cock but at the same time he wanted to drive his cock forward into Steve's slippery hand. 

Finally, he just relaxed and accepted Steve's actions and focused on giving Barbara as much pleasure as possible. 

She was now thrusting into Charlie's mouth; trying to get his probing tongue deeper into her pussy. He worked back and forth between long licks and pulsating suction combined with light licks on her clitoris. 

She was starting to shake as she approached her climax. 

Seeing this, Steve started driving hard into Charlie's hungry ass until he couldn't hold it any longer and unloaded in his tight hole, jamming up against Charlie as hard as he could, which drove him into Barbara's crotch. 

His timing was good because Barbara went over the edge at almost the same moment and rolled into several successive orgasms, each one stronger than the one before, while holding Charlie's head tight against her.

To his credit, Charlie did not stop sucking and licking until Barbara relaxed, finally letting go of his head.

Steve slowly withdrew and wiped his now soft cock and Charlie's ass with a towel. Poor Charlie still had not cum, so Steve rolled him over and motioned for Barbara to help him. 

After wiping down Charlie's now rock hard cock, the two of them stroked, licked and sucked his cock and balls, stopping whenever it looked like Charlie was getting close. 

They kept this up for about 20 minutes until he was arching, thrashing around, moaning and shaking each time he got close.

Nodding to each other, they moved in for the kill. Barbara sucked his now achingly hard cock deep into her throat while Steve licked and sucked his balls. 

It only took her 6-8 strokes to get him to cum, flooding her mouth as he exploded, gasping and screaming as he went over the edge. 

She swallowed and smiled at Steve, who was grinning like a cat that ate the canary.

Just as he told her "well done," Vinny walked in asking "are you having fun?"

To which they both replied "oh yes." Charlie was still coming back to earth and just smiled.

Speaking to Charlie she told him that Diamond was pleased and quite impressed with the way you took care of him earlier. He asked me to give you these as she handed him five $100 chips. 

She told him "there are specific instructions for these. When you walk toward the front door of the casino, you will see the cashier's cage on the left. Go to the second row of slot machines past it on the left and play all five chips in the second machine in. 

Also, here is $1200 for your services today, we appreciated having you here."

He said "please thank Diamond, I really learned a lot and had a great time."

She went on to say "we have checked you out of your hotel and upgraded your flight back home to first class. Our limo will take you to the airport in the morning."

All he could say was "wow, thank you!" 

She asked him if he was hungry and he said "no, but thank you." All he wanted to do was take a shower and get some sleep, which he did shortly thereafter.

In the morning, he got together his things, thanked everyone for his life changing experience, counted the chips he had collected while in the box (he had $1375 worth), grabbed his bag and headed downstairs. 




The Box



Following Vinny's instructions, he found the slot machine and played all five $100 chips. He hit the jackpot, which paid 10 to 1. This meant he now had $5000. 

He went to the cashier and cashed in his $1375 and his $5000 winnings. Wow! His wages, tips and winnings brought the total to over $7500!

Stuffing the stack of 100 dollar bills into his pocket, he headed out to the front where the limo was waiting to take him to the airport. 

What an experience! He doubted that he could even explain it to anyone back at the Olathe Tractor & Equipment Co but it had sure changed him and he would never forget it! There was now a whole new world open to him. 



The Box



Kate had been the latest addition to the house-share. She was in her mid-twenties, reasonably attractive, with a good figure. She always dressed casually in blue jeans and casual tops. Brad and the other housemate, Andrea, had chosen her for the house only a month earlier. In that time Brad and Kate had got on passably, but had had disagreements on how to split bills and who should do what homework. 

Kate had in her room a large very solid wooden box, which Brad had had to help carry up the stairs when she arrived. The box was made out of oak, with brass fittings and had a number of small holes drilled in a pattern on the sides.

One Saturday morning, Brad came into Kate's room to pass on a telephone message. The message was somewhat cryptic in form; a woman called Anna had called and promised to 'get Kate back' for the trick she'd played with the box. Kate could tell from the tone in which Brad had delivered the message that he wanted to know the story.

"What's that about", he asked innocently? 

"Oh, I stopped her from going on a date with some unsuitable guy", she replied casually. 

"How", he asked. 

"I locked her in this box", she replied as she pointed to the large wooden box.

"Right", laughed Brad, not believing the story, "anyway I'm sure Anna wouldn't fit in there" 

"Oh she did ... and so would you", Kate offered. 

"Yeah right", Brad dismissed, as he turned to leave. 

"Again proved wrong", Kate snapped, determined to win the somewhat pointless argument.

"OK, I'll prove it, if you want", Brad replied, again rising to challenge his housemate. 

Kate smiled, opened the box lid and indicated for him to climb inside. "Take your shoes off first", she insisted.

Brad did as he was instructed and climbed into the box. He could now understand why it had been so heavy; it was made of thick oak and had steel supports on the inside. "Lie down on your back" Kate hissed as she pulled his legs to ensure he complied. The box was just long enough for Brad to lie down with his legs bought into his chest above him. As he lay there he realised that the box probably was large enough to take him, and that he might now be in trouble.

"Let's just see if the lid will close", Kate hissed as she forcefully pushed the lid closed. With just an inch of daylight remaining between the box and the lid she sat down on the wooden top and the lid banged shut with an ominous thud. It was suddenly very dark and very enclosed inside the box. 

"OK, OK, you've proved your point" he cried, "now let me out of here". All he heard in reply was a laugh.

Brad started to push up from inside the box, however, given his awkward position, he was unable to exert much pressure. He certainly could not provide enough force to counter the weight of the jeans-clad arse that held the lid firmly close. He struggled for several minutes before conceding that with Kate sitting on the lid, there was no chance of escape. He would have to try and talk his way out.

"Kate", he called timidly, "Kate" 

"Yes?" came the reply. 

"OK, you were right, I could fit in here and I'm sure you did trap your friend in here", you're certainly sadistic enough he thought. Kate just laughed.

After a few moments he ventured, "Are you going to let me out?" 

"Sometime ..." she replied. 

Brad just lay there wondering how long she might keep him imprisoned in the box. 

"Please he replied", desperately trying not to annoy her, knowing what a temper she had.

"Say one more word", she threatened, "and I'll turn this key and leave you locked up all day ... maybe all weekend". 

Brad was terrified and didn't say another word

Kate sat there on the box and started to read her book. Andrea, one of the other housemates, came in briefly to pass on another message. Brad didn't dare say anything, as he believed that Kate certainly could be cruel enough to keep him there all day. Even if Andrea did try and help him, what could she do once Kate had locked the trunk and pocketed the key. Anyway, who was to say that Andrea wouldn't help him anyway? She'd probably take Kate's side and also sit on the box.

After ten minutes, Kate finally stood up and threw open the box. She then turned away to look into a mirror as Brad struggled to sit up. Brad looked across to her perfect arse that had incarcerated him for the last half an hour. Kate could see him watching her in the mirror. 

"So how did it feel to be held captive by a woman?" she asked. 

"OK", he replied, as he wondered why he wasn't as angry as he should have been.

The two housemates talked for a while and for once didn't argue. After a while, Brad asked hesitantly, 

"Would you lock me in the box again sometime?" 

Kate smiled and replied "Of course, what about this evening?"

Later that evening, Brad came back to Kate's room. Kate was wearing a tight, pale-coloured mini-skirt and top and was ready to go clubbing. "You sure you want to go through with this?" she asked. 

"Sure" he replied, excited by the prospect.

"OK hold out your hands" she demanded 

"Why?" 

"Because I thought we've have a little more fun this time ... we'll start with these handcuffs" she replied. 

Although he wasn't quite sure about the new development, he held his hands out as requested. He watched as Kate fastened the rigid handcuffs around his wrists. Unlike the handcuffs he'd seen before which were operated with a standard key, these locked with a cylinder lock, to which there was obviously only one key.

"These aren't standard cuffs", Kate explained, "There's no point in even trying to escape from these." "OK, now your ankles", she continued, "as she fitted and double locked the feet cuffs.

"I'll leave the key for the box in the key hole", Kate explained, "in an emergency, you can try and attract Andrea's attention, and she can release you. Although I'll take the keys for the cuffs with me, just to make sure you don't have too much fun this evening". With that she put the cuff keys into her purse.

"OK, climb in" she ordered as Brad was still inspecting the cuffs around his wrists. After helping him in, Kate closed the lid and sat down. 

"Right, this is it", she said as she turned the silver key in the front of the box one turn to the right. She then stood up, finished getting ready and then left for the evening.

Brad tried to get comfortable in the box, knowing that he'd be there for at least the next six hours. He heard Andrea moving around in the hallway outside and wondered whether he was going to have to ask her to release him before the night was up. Five minutes later, however, he heard the front door close and Andrea leave the house. Now, even if he wanted to escape, there was now nobody to turn the key and let him out.

The hours passed slowly as he fell in and out of sleep. At about mid-night, the door opened and someone came in. However, the footsteps went pass Kate's room and entered Andrea's bedroom. He'd now experienced being locked up and he was starting to ache, from his time in the small space. As Andrea came back down the hallway he called out.

Andrea heard the muffled cries and came in. "Why are you in the box?" she asked. 

"Kate ...", was about all she could hear in reply.

She laughed, "Why has she locked you in there?" 

"It's a long story the voice replied, can you just unlock the box .. Please?

"Now maybe this is a good time to discuss housework", she said as she sat down on the box. Within five minutes, Brad had agreed to do most of the jobs around the house.

"Well that's sorted then ", she smiled, "Oh, and by the way, whatever Kate's reason was for locking you in there, I'm sure it was a good one ... so I'd better keep you locked up". 

"No please" Brad pleaded, "this is agony in here, please just turn the key" 

"Sorry Honey", she replied, girl power and all that you know. With that she stood up and left the room, leaving Brad still under lock and key.

Brad lay there unable to believe how cruel his supposed friend had been. He pictured her lying comfortably in her bed, just meters away from him, wearing innocent white underwear, knowing full well that he was locked uncomfortably in the box. All she had to do was to turn the key and he would be free, but she had deliberately left him to suffer further torment in the box and who knew what when Kate returned.

Brad lay in the box for another two hours until the front door opened again; this time it was Kate with her friend Becky. The two women made coffee in the kitchen and then came up to Kate's room. Kate sat on down on her bed, while Becky sat on the box in which Brad was imprisoned. Becky was stunningly attractive and Brad had been trying to get a date with her for a long time. He certainly didn't want to be found locked up in her friend's room, that would just require too much explanation.

He lay in his prison quietly, just wishing he was on the outside of the box, talking to this woman. He kept thinking about how her perfect arse was just inches from him. So near yet so far.

Brad could hear Becky aimlessly playing with the key in the lock to the box. He could hear her turning it; locking and unlocking the trunk. At last, he thought, the box is unlocked, but now there's a third women sitting on top! Becky sat there talking, totally oblivious of the guy that she was imprisoning beneath her. She just continued to turn the key, which was just beside her thighs.

After half an hour Kate showed Becky to the spare room and lent her a sleeping bag for the night. As soon as the two women had left Kate's room, Brad tried to open the box, but by chance, Becky had left the key in the locked position. He pushed and kicked at the box in frustration, but there was no way it would budge. He now had to wait for his sadistic housemate to return, to see if she would show him any mercy. Kate came back into the room and locked the door behind her. 

"So Becky decided to keep you locked up did she?" she smiled as she sat back down on the lid. 

"It's just not my night", Brad replied. 

"You've been in there over six hours now, you must be in some pain" she observed.

"Yes, please let me out", he begged. Kate just sat there running her fingers up and down her thighs, very turned on by the power she had over her housemate. 

"Please", he repeated.

Kate finally felt some pity and unlocked the box, stood up and lifted the lid. Brad climbed out slowly fighting against his painful joints and the cuffs he was still wearing on his hands and feet. 

"Did you have a good evening?" he asked ironically. 

"Very nice" she smiled, "and you?"

Brad looked down on the cuffs still restraining him. "Can you unlock these?" he asked.

Kate giggled, "not really". 

Brad waited for the explanation. 

"I've put those keys in the bottom of my sleeping bag" she explained, "which I've lent to Becky" she smiled, waiting for the reaction.

Brad couldn't believe it. His opportunity to chat up Becky while she was at his house was somewhat scuppered. The only keys to unlock the restraints binding his hands and feet were in her sleeping bag, probably resting right now between her thighs, he thought.

"What if she knocks on my door tomorrow morning and finds me like this?" he demanded. 

"You could ask her for keys", Kate suggested. 

Brad just sat on the floor pulling hopelessly at the steel restraints that Kate had locked so permanently on him.

"Anyway, I'm going to shower and go to bed", Kate smiled. 

After a pause she continued, "You really ought to keep out of Becky's way in the morning. You know I will turn the key to lock the box before I go to sleep ... just in case you need a place to hide". Kate left the room walking deliberately close to Brad, so that her thighs almost brushed against his face.

Brad was starting to enjoy the power she had over him. He climbed back into the box, lowered the lid and waited. When Kate came back into her room she turned the key in the lock, removed the key and slipped it inside her knickers, where it clinked against the handcuff keys. 

She had all the keys, she had all the power.

***

Kate woke the next morning and felt the keys against her skin. "Mmmm" she purred to herself as she remembered the events of the night before. She climbed out of bed and walked past the box that was still firmly locked. Still just wearing her knickers she sat down on the lid.

"Good morning" she said, tapping the front of the box with her heel. 

"Hello" came the reply. She stood up and wrapped her robe around her. 

"Please" the voice continued, "this is really uncomfortable in here". 

Kate just smiled, left the room and went downstairs to make some coffee. 

Andrea and Becky were already sitting at the kitchen table. 

"Morning" Kate smiled as she brushed back her long dark hair with her hands and started to think about breakfast. Andrea smiled at her housemate, 

"I was just telling Becky about someone I found in your room last night" she said clearly waiting for an answer.

Kate smiled, "Yeah and he's still there". Andrea was clearly shocked, 

"What still in the box?" Kate just leant against the working surface and started to sip her coffee. 

"Is he alright?" she asked again somewhat concerned. Kate pulled the key out of her knickers and held it up, 

"Yeah, but you can check if you want".

Becky reached out and took the key, "And this is the only key to release him?" she enquired. 

Kate smiled, "Aha, he's all yours". Becky slipped the key into her jeans pocket and smiled to herself.

Ten minutes later Becky walked into Kate's room and sat down on the box. 

"Please Kate!" came the voice from inside. 

"Good morning" Becky purred. 

"Becky?" the voice replied. 

"Yes" she replied, 

"Please can you get the key from Kate?" he begged, "This is agony in here".

Becky felt the key through the denim resting against her thigh. "No, I have the key now" she said. 

"Oh good, can you let me out" he asked. "Well that all depends" she replied.

Becky picked up the end of the security chain, the type that was usually used on a front door, but which was attached to the front of the box. She attached it to its other bracket on the lid of the box. "OK" she said, "I'll unlock the box". While still sitting on the lid, she took the key from her pocket and turned it in the lock. 

Inside Brad heard the welcome sound of the lock mechanism turning. He pushed up but the lid remained in place.

"I'm sorry" Becky smiled as she stood up. 

Brad pushed up but to his dismay, the lid only opened 2 inches before it was held on the chain.

Becky crouched down to see her captive. "Good morning" she smiled. 

Brad, with the few inches of freedom that she'd given him, sat up a little and looked out at her cute face with its long dark hair. 

"Hi" he replied grateful that he could now adjust his position. 

"Do you always spend the night under Kate's lock and key?" Becky asked.

He smiled, "Hardly, just a game which went a little far" he replied. 

"Good" she smiled, "in that case maybe one night when you're not locked up we could go out for a drink?" 

He smiled back, "I'm hardly in a position to decline".

"Any chance of being let out?" Brad asked.

Becky's dark eyes just watched him as she shook her head. Brad reached his fingers through the gap to try and release the chain but soon realized that the box had to be completely closed before the chain could be unhooked. 

"Please" he begged as she looked on with increasing amusement. 

"Why should I?" Becky asked, "Like this there's no chance of you misbehaving".

. "No" he pleaded as she pulled the key out of her pocket.

Becky smiled and stood up, her long denim covered legs towering above him. She turned and sat down on the lid. It banged shut with a loud thud and he was once again confined in the dark. He heard the fear-provoking noise of Becky turning the key in the lock before standing up and leaving the room. With the key again tucked safely in her pocket, she returned to the others downstairs.

"Well I have a date for tonight" Becky said as she sat down at the kitchen table with Kate and Andrea. "And I didn't even have to let him out". 

After half an hour, Kate went upstairs to shower and change. "No point begging to me now" Kate said to Brad as she dressed, "Becky has the key, she is your captress now".

By 10 o'clock, Kate had gone out for lunch and Becky came back up to Kate bedroom where Brad was still incarcerated. 

"Should I unlock you?" Becky asked rhetorically. Brad who had now almost given up hope of the women ever releasing him didn't answer. After a few minutes more delay, Becky finally took out the key and unlocked the box and this time there was no chain or arse keeping it closed. 

Becky opened the lid and started to help Brad out of the box. 

"Hey what are the cuffs for?" she asked as she saw he was shackled both hand and foot. 

"Just Kate taking no chances" he smiled back as he held his hands out for Becky to unlock. 

"Where are the keys for these?" Becky asked. 

"Come on" he smiled back. 

"No really" Becky continued, 

"Kate didn't give me the keys for those". 

Brad, still wearing only his boxers, and Becky searched the room for the keys. 

"Little bitch" Brad concluded as he finally sat down on the bed. 

Becky smiled, "Oh well, there goes my idea of lunch if we can't get you out of those".

The two friends went back downstairs. Brad had to shuffle along and had to go down the stairs on his backside one step at a time. By the time he reached the kitchen, Becky was talking to Andrea. Andrea who was wearing a very short summery skirt and top stopped and looked at his as he came in. 

"I didn't realize you were manacled as well" she smiled as she looked at his semi-naked body. 

"Yes and thanks for your help last night" Brad replied. 

Andrea laughed, "I was seriously tempted to take the key with me and leave you totally stuck, so think yourself lucky". 

Brad didn't feel particularly lucky at this point.

Brad prepared some lunch for Becky and himself as best he could. After lunch Becky and Andrea went out for a drink leaving him struggling with the washing up. 

Kate returned first wearing her tiny denim skirt and top, with her long dark hair tied up. 

"A manacled man doing the dishes" she smiled, "perfect".

She then took out her keys and unlocked one of his wrists, but as she did so, she twisted the other handcuff so that it cut into his skin. Desperate to stop the pain he couldn't resist as she bought his hands behind his back and cuffed them back together. As she did this she pushed him and he fell forward on to the floor. Sitting astride his back she pulled his feet up and slipped a padlock through both the handcuffs and foot cuffs. She had obviously done this before and it had all happened too quickly for Brad to prevent.

"Hog-chained" Kate smiled as she pulled up a stool and sat down above him.

"One of the most secure and inescapable means of bondage. You are now totally helpless and unless you can pick high security locks with your bare fingers you have no hope of getting yourself free". 

Kate then took the keys and hung them on a hook in the hallway. "This time I'll leave the keys here" Kate smiled, "that'll give you a better chance of escape than earlier when they were tucked in my knickers". With that she kissed him and left the house.

Andrea was the first person to return home. She saw Brad chained up on the floor and the keys on the hook. 

"Well, well, well, you seem to go from one misfortune to the next" she smiled. "It really doesn't pay to annoy Kate". 

"Yes but at least now we have all the keys" he replied as he motioned for her to unlock him. 

She knelt down by his head and rolled him on to his side. 

"I really could get you to do anything right now" she smiled as she weighed up her options. 




The Box



He knew she was right, the holder of those keys had immense power over him.

"But maybe another time" she concluded as she finally unlocked him from the restraints.

Later that afternoon, Andrea came into Brad's room. 

"I've just been speaking to Becky on the phone. She suggests that as she's having dinner with you this evening and as I'm having a drink with her now, that I make sure you don't forget about your date by locking you up and giving her the keys to release you later. You know how girls hate to be stood up" she joked. 

Knowing that this was more of a request than a suggestion by Becky, he followed Andrea into Kate's room. 

"Strip to your boxers" she smiled as she picked up the handcuffs. "I've always wanted to do this to a guy" she smiled. 

She then ratcheted the handcuffs closed around his wrists shortly followed by the foot cuffs around his ankles. She helped him into the box before locking the two sets of cuffs together with a padlock.

She stood deliberately close to the box so that he could see her toned legs and right up her short skirt to her white underwear. 

"Have fun tonight" she smiled as she lowered the lid and sat down on top. She turned the key in the lock and attached the security chain for good measure. She wondered what it must be like inside the locked box as she put the keys into her skirt pocket and went out for her drink.

At the pub, Andrea took the keys from her pocket and slid them across the table to Becky. They reached as far as Marika who picked them up. 

"Whose are these?" she asked innocently. 

"Oh they're mine" Becky said, but I don't have any pockets in this skirt could you look after them for me until we leave. 

"Sure" Marika said as she stood up in order to squeeze them into the front pocket of her jeans. 

Later that afternoon, Marika returned the keys to Becky and she went back to the house. She let herself in and went upstairs to Kate's room. She sat down on the box and smiled. 

"Would you like to go out with me this evening?"



The Box



Our living room is blurry, curtained by tears of a woman broken by the complexity of circumstance. I blink several times, wipe my eyes as fresh tears fall. My vision clears long enough to see a lone brown cardboard box near the door. A flash of resentment overtook my heart. For a moment I stopped crying long enough to question the air around me.

"Why the hell did you not get all of your stuff!"

It was enough dealing with you packing. I held it together when the U-Haul pulled up to our house, and when you handed me the key and pulled out of our driveway. I kept it together, but my heart can't deal with you having to come back to pick up one damn box. 

You were gone and there was no changing that. It was time for me to realize that, or at least begin the process. I got up off our couch and headed to our room, kicking the box as I passed it. It was in my way, honestly. 

On the way I passed your office, now empty, except for a couple of stray cords. I closed the door for now, but thought about what a great craft room it would make. I could finally move my things out of the garage.

I entered our room and heeded straight to our closet door. Behind it was a room decent enough in size to house a young child and their full bedroom set, comfortably. I knew the removal of nearly half it's contents would most definitely be noticeable.

Before I could open the mirrored door, I caught my reflection. My lip gloss was gone. Perhaps from biting my lips and holding my hands to them while stifling my cries shortly after you left, just in case you could hear me on the other side of our front door. 

The mascara and eye liner that I meticulously applied before you came was smudged, resembling a botched attempt at a smoky eye. My foundation was streaked from tears. I resembled a tiger of sorts. All disheveled by emotions and I resembled one of the most dangerous animals known to man. How ironic.

I released the handle and headed to the bathroom. I grabbed a couple of makeup removal wipes and began the task of cleaning my face. After i was done, I applied some moisturizer, instinctively closing my eyes as I rubbed the cream onto my eyelids and forehead. Upon opening them I peered back at myself. 

With both palms pressed against the granite counter I breathed in deeply, as if taking in the past few weeks all at once. The box squeezed through my trachea and settled in my lungs, the pressure of its corners burning my chest. It settled in amongst all the baggage I needed to let go.

So I screamed.

The box, you informing me that our relationship was no longer working for you, your insistence not to seek counseling, and the revelation that it wouldn't work because you'd been screwing and had now fallen in love with your assistant, all were forced out of my lungs by my inherent fighting mechanism.

After, I look at myself again, fill my lungs with oxygen and use that gift to tell my reflection 'I love you'. I exit the bathroom, cross the room, to my bed where the phone lay. You answer on the second ring.

"You left a box here. You'll need to pick it up by the end of the week. If not, you may repurchase your items at the Goodwill." Before you could respond, I hung up. I'd said what I needed to say.