The Box

Mistress and I had been talking about making our relationship permanent for about a year.  We had a contract but it had expired and she had been on the fence about wanting to take me on full time. And then for about six months she had a girlfriend who didn’t want me in Mistress’ life. Once they broke up, she asked me if I wanted to start up our relationship again. And then I hesitated.

The reality of being a slave to a powerful woman is actually much harder and less sexy than the fantasies. In my fantasies it was all one big sensual experience. Lot’s of teasing and play; with blank gaps for the time in between, but during my stint as her slave, it was a lot of in between and not much play. Also, the loss of privacy was really difficult. Again, what was great in my fantasy life was actually really difficult in reality. I never had a moment alone unless I was confined in some way.

So we spent a lot of time talking about the future and what it would be like if we went 24/7, and it was a lot of soul searching for me, considering the pros and cons.

On the pro side, I would be the slave of a beautiful woman with intelligence and a kinky side that matches mine almost perfectly. If we were to take a BDSM test, we would be a perfect-match.

On the con side there is a loss of my identity, loss of privacy, loss of any freedom and the list goes on.  I would imagine how life would be and think about not being able to read a book, eat, exercise, sleep, shit, shave, shower, go for a walk, spend money or even have friends or talk to people without her permission. And even though Mistress had said that she would be open to some freedoms, she also said that she would reserve the power to revoke those freedoms at any time. Which of course means they are not freedoms at all, but privileges that can be revoked.

So it took me a very long time to make a decision, and in the process I completely frustrated Mistress to the point where she shouted into the phone that I should make up my mind and slammed the phone down.

I sent her flowers as an act of contrition and added a message to the card that said I would love nothing better than to be her slave for life if she would have me. Mistress called the same day and said I should wait for a box in the mail and she hung up.

About a week later the box showed up. I didn’t know if I should open it without permission, so I called Mistress and left a message that the box had showed up and what should I do. She emailed that I was to open the box, read the note and do what it said to the letter.

When I opened the shipping package, there was a smaller box inside with an envelope taped to it. I pulled off the letter and opened it first. The note was just a few lines long.

Slave:

1. Text me now to let me know you've gotten the box.

2. Get undressed and shave your legs, genitals and ass. From the waist down you should be as smooth as a baby,

3. Take a shower and scrub your body clean and make sure all the loose hairs are removed.

4. While naked, open the box and follow the instructions provided.

5. Take all of your male underwear and place them in a plastic garbage bag. Tie up the bag and place it by the back door.

6. Get dressed. If you still have a pair of panties (preferably pink) put them on. If not, you will go commando until you gets some.

7. Once dressed, take the garbage out, but do it in a place that you cannot retrieve it. While you're out, go to any department store and buy yourself 10 pairs of panties. These can be pink, white, prints with flowers or they can have princesses on them. They must be bikini style, and preferably from the teen section of the store.

8. Call me when you've done everything I've instructed. If I don't hear from you in 3 hours or less you are not allowed to call me again. And I may not call you ever again, either. The clock has been ticking since your text message was sent. You'd better get your ass moving slave.

Mistress

I took the box and ran up to the bathroom, got undressed and started shaving. I had actually shaved just a few days before, so I was still pretty smooth, but I wanted to do a more thorough job. I wanted to be silky smooth. And I already had a semi-soft-on with all the excitement. My heart raced as I ran the razor over my legs, balls and pubic area.

After my shower I toweled off and dried my hair and then ran to the bedroom and picked up the box. My hands were shaking from anticipation. I flipped open the top of the box and my heart skipped a beat. There, wrapped in light tissue was a chastity belt with a little brass lock. The instructions were next to the belt and had come with the device.

It took about 15 minutes to place the device on my cock (or should I say her cock) as I had to squeeze my balls through a small ring with a small shaft sticking out of it without pinching my cock. There was a small hole in the tip of the shaft that the cage portion of the chastity device slid over and then the lock could be snapped into place locking the cage portion over my penis. Part of the trouble was getting the right number of spacers between the scrotum ring and the cage ring to make sure the chastity belt wouldn’t come off, and yet wouldn’t be so tight as to cause pinched flesh.

Once the device was all in place I reached into the box for the lock. I slipped it through the little hole, but before I snapped the lock shut I flipped the box upside down but nothing else was in there. No key. Hmm, I had to pause for a moment and consider that once I locked it, it was there to stay. Sure, I could probably cut it off, but it would not be easy. So until I was with Mistress, I was locked up. Time was ticking, and I could feel the pull of my need to serve her mix with the fear of being this far out of control making me dizzy.  And the clock was ticking. I checked my phone: it had already been an hour and a half. I needed to decide and do it quickly. The thought of taking it off and going on about my day as if I hadn’t gotten the box left me feeling lonely and a little sad. But the thought of clicking the lock was intoxicating, but also frightening.

I looked down at my/her cock as it pressed against the cage. The lock through the tip of the support shaft dangling open, and all I had to do was push it shut, and then go on to the next part of her instructions. I fondled the lock in my fingers and felt the weight of the contraption on my genitals, the scrotum ring snug against the base, my balls slightly swelled, and my/her cock shoved through the cage. I put my other hand against the top of the lock and lined up the loop with the lock base and flirted with pressing it shut. There was a little resistance, so I gave the lock a little push and then felt the click like a small electric shock run through my cock and into my belly.

I reached into my dresser and pulled out a pair of pink satin bikini panties and slipped them on. Looking into the mirror, my front bulged and the cage was stressed against the satin of the panties. I turned sideways and looked at the cage jet out in front, tugging the pink panties slightly away from my flat, cleanly shaved belly. I rubbed my hands over the panties and felt the smooth material and the ripples of the cock cage. It sent a tingle through my cock and it began to swell. And in minutes I was in agony as my cock pressed against the cage. I moved my hand up over my panties and then pushed down under and grabbed my caged cock and pulled it up and down, feeling the plastic cage and rings all pulling against each other. Then I gave the lock a pull, but it didn’t budge. It was clasped and mocked my feeble attempt at release. It felt delicious and yet, daunting to be out of control.

I had to get moving, I only had an hour and 20 minutes left, and still had to take out the trash and get my panty shopping done. I opened my underwear drawer and scooped up everything in it. Then I threw it all on the bed, got dressed and ran for a garbage bag. On the way through the laundry I grabbed the rest of my underwear and stuffed it all into the bad. I looked in the mirror and noticed that I had a slight bulge in my pants. Not like a hard-on, but like I had stuffed a sock in my pants. I could feel my cock pressing against the cage, and the ring holding the cage in place. It felt like my Mistress was reaching out and gripping her property from afar. A chill of excitement jolted through my genitals and into my tummy. I had to keep moving.

Shit, I had to pee. I stepped back into the bathroom and pulled my pants and panties down and flipped the toilet set up. Looking down I noticed that there was no way I could pee standing up. The cage was forcing my cock to point towards to ground, and I could lift the cage up, but not far enough to be able to hit the center of the bowl. I could straddle the bowl, but really, the best thing to do was to sit. I put the lid back down and sat. It was humiliating and emasculating, and I imagined Mistress would laugh when she saw me sit to pee for the first time.  Once I was finished, I notices that I had to dab myself dry, as shaking my cock was not possible.

Out the door and into the car I threw the garbage into the back seat as I slipped into the driver seat and noticed the chastity cage tugged and pulled, pinching me. I had to stuff my hand down my pants and adjust everything before I could drive. This would be another humiliating side note that would amuse Mistress when we were together.

I drove towards our local mall thinking that a department store might be the best place to buy teeny panties. Plus, I could throw the garbage bag out in one of the dumpsters in the back of the store, then pull around and park. This all went smoothly enough, but I was running short on time, so I wouldn’t have much time to shop.

The teen section of the store had sizes and styles, colors and materials in abundance. I picked a pack with days of the weeks on them, so I had seven off the bat. They were cute enough and I liked that they were nylon, so they would feel slippery and smooth against my skin. Then I took some princess panties off a hook that looked large enough for me to fit into. They were a nylon blend with little famous princess figures with lots of pink, yellow, blue and green. I’m about 5’8” tall and only weigh about 150 pounds. Mistress is actually about 3” taller and about 10 pounds heavier than me. Truth be told she’s probably stronger than me, too.

I got a lot of really funny looks at the check out. A grown man buying 10 pairs of teen girls panties was probably not an every day occurrence. I blushed a little and was never happier to leave a store in my life. My/her cock strained against the cage the whole time.

The clock was ticking. I was really calling it close. I could feel the tug of time pressing against me, and driving in traffic made me a little light headed. The mix of feelings and the almost slow motion of traffic were almost unbearable. The mixture of what I was doing, the feeling of my genitals now locked away, and the thought that I might be late and miss my opportunity had me reeling.

Pulling into the drive at home I had less than 5 minutes left. I bolted into the house and called. The phone rang and then went into voice mail. My heart sank. Shit. I left a message stating that I had done everything she had asked. I hung up and called again and still no answer. I sent her a text with about a minute to go.

Then I got a text back: Slave: Very good, B at my apartment at 9:30AM next Thursday. Do not be late. Have a pleasant week. Will send instructions throughout the week. You are to be in bed by 9:00PM every night, and you may not get up before 6:00AM. Sleep well, slut. You only have half an hour before bedtime. Wear a diaper to bed if you have one so you don’t need to get up during the night. No TV! I’ll give you a book list, but for tonight, no reading either. Lights out in half an hour LOL.

Shit. It was Thursday, which meant I had to wait an entire week to see her. And I would be locked up the whole time. And I had to be in bed from 9:00 until 6:00 every night. It was already 8:30, so I had only a half hour to get ready. This was gong to be a lot tougher than I thought. No, scratch that, it was going to be exactly as I thought: Not nearly as much fun as my fantasy. The next seven days would be that “in between time.” Pure hell.

I ran into the laundry and unpacked the new panties I had purchased. Pulling them out one by one really turned me on. I held them up and they looked like they would fit perfectly. I put them in the wash and set it to gentle. Then I opened the closet and pulled out a diaper and went up stairs. I got undressed and pulled the diaper on tightening the clasps. I had about ten minutes left, so I got myself a glass of warm milk and a sleeping pill. As I sat on the edge of my bed I was alone with my thoughts. Thoughts of pleasing my Mistress, and thoughts of taking another sleeping pill, just to make sure I didn’t wake up too early in the morning. I yawned a little, and the tucked myself in and had a fitful sleep with a very frustrated cock. I sure hope I’m making the right decision. Only time will tell.

To be continued…

The Box Part Two

March 6, 2011

I awoke at 4:30AM with an aching cock. Mistress had told me to stay in bed until 6:00AM, and I was determined to do that, but I was suffering. I felt as though I had not slept at all, and I was feeling a little panic and contemplated not following through. That she had left me for another women kept popping into my mind, and I just couldn’t shake the thought that I was making a big mistake.

That I wanted to be a slave was true enough, but I wasn’t stupid. Desperate maybe, but not stupid, and I knew that once I made the commitment in person I would be hooked. Mistress was so sexy. Some girls are beautiful, while some are pretty, cute or wholesome, but Mistress had none of those qualities. She was just plain sexy. A bubble butt, long, smooth legs, silky auburn hair, steel-blue eyes, pouty lips and a feminine shape that said: “C’mon, fuck me.”

As I lay there, I thought about Mistress, and what my life might be like once we were together. Where would I sleep? Could I live this way? Would she get tired of me and send me packing again? As I thought about all that, I started to think about my options. There just aren’t that many women who are truly dominant in the world, and especially not in the size community where I was living. This may really be my only option.

My diaper felt bulky between my legs and I really had to pee. I was starting to get a caffeine headache and I could feel my heart thumping in my chest and then the phone rang. I reached for it and answered. It was Mistress. It was like she knew I was starting to have second thoughts. She could be creepy that way. It was like she was watching or something.

“Good morning slave, did you sleep well?” she giggled.

“Good morning Mistress, no, not really.”

“Oh, that’s too bad, and you only have an hour and a half to lie there and then you can get up and start your day.  I just called to let you know the ground rules for today, and to give you a few assignments. Did you pee in your diaper yet?”

“No Mistress.”

“Oh, good, I’ll bet you really have to make pee pee really bad, don’t you?” she said in a condescending voice like I were a child.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good boy, Ok, then I want you to take a nice deep breath and relax your whole body and close your eyes. Go ahead, take a nice deep breath, and then feel your whole body relax; and then I want you to relax that little cock of mine and pee into your diaper for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes Mistress.” I took a breath and let it out through my mouth, relaxing. I had trouble peeing at first and it felt a little funny to loose control of my bladder in bed. I hesitated, not letting out a full stream. I could feel the warmth of my urine fill the diaper and gently trickle down between my legs and out to the sides of the diaper. I reached my hand down and ran a finger along my legs to check for leaks, but the diaper was doing its job.

“Are you peeing slave? Tell me what’s happening.”

“Mmm, yes Mistress, I’m peeing, it’s warm and it feels really erotic and a little shameful at the same time.” The flow was full now, and just about finished, and the wetness was encasing my whole bottom. I felt so submissive wetting in a diaper with Mistress on the phone.

“Good boy. Now, first, when you get up, go and make yourself some coffee and don’t change your diaper until after you’ve had your first cup. I want you to walk around your little apartment for a while and feel it squish against your skin. Once you’re done with your coffee, I want you to take a photo of yourself and text it to me so I can see you in your delightful little diaper. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress.” I was such a push over. Once I heard her voice all I could do was be her little diaper boy.

“Then you can take a shower and get dressed. By the way, did you get the panties?”

“Yes Mistress, I did.”

“Great, even before you get your coffee, lay them all out on your bed and take a quick shot of them, too so I can let you know which pair I want you in today.”

“Yes Mistress.” I was starting to get aroused and my cock was filling up its cage.

“Good. Now, along with doing your work, you will be getting a reading list. I will want you to get the materials and start studying tonight. There will be several web sites devoted to female supremacy and I will want you to print them out and read selected passages. Also, there are a couple of books about matriarchy that will be important for you to read cover to cover.”

“Also, I will want you to write reports on what you’ve read. Oh, and before I forget, do you have an iPod and a cable for your car? I’ll be recording some things I’ll want you to listen to during the day, so if you don’t have one, get one. Well, do you have one, slave?”

“Ah, yes mistress, I have one.”

“Good, because the first hour or so of recording has been emailed to you already. I had some thoughts and wanted to get you started on your way to being my perfect little slave, understand?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Ok, now later today you will be getting the revised contract. You may read it, and then you will sign it and return it to me. I am going to insist on a few things, and really, they are for your own good as well as mine. One thing I’ll point out is that I have requested a Power Of Attorney and guardianship for you. These are just some minor details, but they are not negotiable. And I want to get with my attorney and initiate them as soon as possible, so I’ve had some initial papers drawn up. Again, you may read them, but they are not negotiable. Is that understood?”

“Yes Mistress.” I was feeling a little short of breath. What the hell was that about? The contract was one thing, but I was really taken aback by the power of attorney and guardianship. I didn’t think it was legal, but still it seemed a little too much to fast for my liking.

“Do you have any questions so far, slave?”

“Well, I, a couple, yes, can I speak openly?”

“Sure slave, go right ahead.”

“OK, well, about your ex girlfriend. Well, what I mean is, you know, you kind of dumped me and well, I was wondering, what would stop you from doing that same thing again?”

“Nothing, slave, there isn’t anything in our contract or our relationship that would prevent me from dumping you again. That’s kind of what a slave Mistress relationship is all about. You just never know when I might decide to drop you like a stone, and you really don’t have any control over that. You have one decision, and that’s to either sign or not sign the documents. If you don’t, then you will never hear from me again. You may find another Mistress, although I doubt it, but your relationship with this Mistress will be over. If you sign up, your job will then be to amuse me. And if I’m amused you’re probably OK. If not, well, it sucks to be you. Next question.”

“Well, is that guardianship really even legal? I mean, it sounds like a lot out of the gate and…”

“Oh slave, I thought you were into this. Maybe I’ve made a mistake. Yes, the guardianship will be legal, as will the power of attorney. Listen, if you’re too chicken shit for this then say it and I’ll hang up, which I’m about to do anyway.”

“No Mistress, don’t hang up. I’m in.” The words left my mouth, I said them, but for the life of me they did not sound like my words at all. The tug in my groin and the tingle in my stomach were pulling one way, and the pounding in my chest and the echo in my brain were pulling in another.

“Very good, slave.” Mistress said with an edge of suspicion in her voice. “Oh, look at the time, you have about 15 minutes in bed and then I expect a couple of photos from you. Now I’m about to hang up, but before I do I want to hear your commitment in your words about how much you want to be my property.”

“Mistress, I so want to be your slave, and I’m so sorry to have asked those terrible questions and to have annoyed you in the least. I’m just frightened, your power and strength play so well to my weakness, and I just think that I might disappear into your shadow. But I have to find the strength to make you proud and to serve you well.”

“That’s adequate slave.” And she hung up.

I stayed in bed for until 6:00AM and then made the bed. Then I got all the panties out of my dresser and arranged them on the bed and took a picture of them. My diaper was wet and beginning to chafe so I wanted to get coffee made, drink a cup and then get in the shower. I snapped the photo of the little teeny panties and texted Mistress the photo. Then I made coffee and paced while I waited for it to cool off enough to drink. While I waited, I got a text saying that since it was Friday, then I should wear Friday. Cute trick, BTW, getting 7 out of the way with one package, and the princess panties were cute, but I want you to save those for when we see each other. Enjoy your morning slave. Oh, and before you shower, will you please get your email and make sure they all came though? Just read each and hit reply so I know you got them, K? And where is my diaper photo? Get snapping slave you haven’t got much time.

I stood there in my diaper drinking a cup of coffee reading the text. What was I doing? All I could think was how crazy this was. And now I had to read some emails in that same dirty diaper, and worse yet, I had to pee again. I snapped a photo of myself in the mirror in my diaper and sent it to Mistress. I got a text back saying how cute I looked.

I booted up my computer and opened my email. There were 15 emails from Mistress. Shit, was she insane? I had to pee something fierce, but I was determined to hold it. Jiggling my legs I read the first email.

Slave:

I have a friend who is going to be in your area on business through the weekend. Her name is Wendy. She was going to stay at a hotel, but I offered your bed and breakfast instead (LOL). I told her that you would love to help her out so don’t disappoint me. She is not a Mistress, but she does know you are my new slave. So she may not boss you around at all, and will probably be very polite and not at all demanding, so it is your job to shower her with kindness. She will be at your apartment at about 4:00PM.

You will give her your bedroom so wash the sheets and clean your room and bathroom. You can move into your little spare room for now until I figure something else out (LOL). If she asks any questions about our relationship and what it is like, tell her anything she asks. Do not keep anything from her. You’re a slave so remember your place.

I’ve asked her to report everything to me that goes on, so I’ll find out if you are not the perfect host. Oh, and get an apron, can’t have you running around in just a diaper in the morning. Get one that goes up over your chest, and make it pink or bright yellow or something, preferably with flowers on it. And take a photo of yourself in it when you get it, I want to see it.

Mistress

I sat with the thought of a friend of Mistress in my apartment over the weekend, and my walking around in a diaper in front of a stranger. It was erotic, and also really frightening. Having a guest was fine, but she knew about my slavery to Mistress, and that wasn’t something that I really wanted to come out with to a total stranger.

I clicked through the emails and read each. Most of them were about reading materials and errands she wanted me to run. There was one that made me a little nervous, she wanted me to go to the farm supply store and get a dog kennel. She said that it should be a large size, big enough to hold a single size mattress, and to get 6 locks with one key that would open them all. There was enough content in the emails that I had to take notes and make lists. At least I would be busy with everything, so the “time-in-between” wouldn’t be so dreadful.

Once I got through all the emails and put my list together it was nearly 7:30, and I had to shower, get dressed and actually work. Being self-employed made my time more flexible, but I still had actual work to do that day. Many of the errands could be run at lunch, but I didn’t know when I would get the house cleaned. I’d have to shuffle some of my clients and push things off a little to get it all in.

After my show I got dressed and stripped my bed. Then I collected my list and headed to my office. It was hard to concentrate. Being Friday didn’t help, and that I had snug little panties on that didn’t disappear from my consciousness didn’t help either. The panties felt good, and my cock was almost always a little tight against its cage. Sitting at a desk was tough, as I had to adjust the cage from time to time to keep it from pinching. Plus it was hard to concentrate because Mistress sent a text every couple of hours asking if I was making progress.

I successfully pushed my work aside by about 2:00 in the afternoon and had most of the errands done. I just had to set up the kennel and get groceries. Mistress had instructed me that my guests would need certain foods and that she liked wine. So I wanted to get the right things and get fresh flowers for my-her room.

Once that was done it was nearly 3:15, so I had just 45 minutes to get the apartment cleaned and the cage set up. Mistress had instructed that I should set the cage up in the spare bedroom, which was so small that I had to move the bed to the basement. She said I should put the mattress in the kennel and just sleep in that for now. As I set it up I noticed that the mattress fit pretty well, and I thought that I would just keep the door closed to the spare room and my guest would probably never see that I was sleeping in a dog kennel.

At 4:00 PM the doorbell rang and my heart skipped a little as I rushed to open it, but it wasn’t my guest, instead it was the UPS man. He gave me a large yellow envelope and had me sign his little electronic gizmo and left. I opened the envelope and inside was three documents with those little arrow stickers where I should sign. I took a moment to scan over it, but then put it in my desk to read later.

I did a final check to make sure everything was in order and about half an hour later there was a knock at the door. I walked over and opened the door and there stood an absolutely gorgeous woman. She was about 5’ 10” tall, thick black hair, muscular yet feminine. She said: “You must be Danielle’s slave.”

I said: “Yes Ma’am, she said you would be coming. Can I get your bags?”

“In a minute.  First I want you to show me around if that’s OK? ”

“Of course, come in. This is the living room, and down this hall is the dining room. The master bedroom is down this way on the left, and the kitchen and pantry and my office are down stairs.”

She followed me around and stopped in front of the spare bedroom door. I said: “Oh, that’s just the spare bed…” but before I could finish she pushed it open and looked in.

“Oh, you have a dog?”

“Ah, no I don’t.”

She looked at me out of the corner of her eye “But you have a dog kennel,” then she looked back at it and said “Oh, Danielle’s idea, huh?”

I turned about 15 shades of red and said: “Yes ma’am.”

She closed the door and walked back into the living room.

“So, I’m getting your master bedroom, then?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“You are polite, aren’t you?”

“I try to be, yes ma’am. So I’ll just get your bag and get you settled, OK? Are you hungry or thirsty?”

“Sure, I’ll have a glass of wine, but I’m not hungry. While you’re schlepping my bags I’m going to take shower. I have four dates set up for tonight, so I’ll need you to be out of sight and out of mind for most of the night. I think that’s what the cage is for. But we can talk later about that. Right now I need a shower.”

She stood for a moment looking at me expectantly. My mouth was hanging open. She was a hooker? And she was going to turn tricks in my apartment? What the fuck?

“Excuse me? I said I need a shower?”

I looked up and she had folded her arms and was tapping her foot with her head turned sideways, obviously waiting for me to respond.

“Oh, yea, the, I mean your shower is off the master bedroom. I put towels out for you earlier. You’re having dates…” Before I could finish she turned on her heel and walked into my, I mean her bedroom and closed the door.

When I opened the trunk of her car there were four large suite cases and two smaller overnight style bags. I made a couple of trips and placed the bags outside her door. After about 20 minutes she came out of her room with her hair in a towel and in her panties and bra. Her dark olive skin was as smooth and perfect as I had ever seen. She looked airbrushed, with her satin panties pulled taught across her body and just a dimple outlining her pussy lips, and her breasts hanging heavy in her bra.

“Ok, so what shall I call you? Do you have a name?”

“Yes Ma’am, it’s Tim, err I’m Tim.” I stammered and stuttered as my eyes drank her in. This was going to be really difficult, as my cock struggled in its cage.

“Well OK, err, Tim, how about you give me a hand. I was talking to Danielle a while ago and she said that you would do what ever I needed, and I need your stuff out of my room, if that’s OK. She said you wouldn’t mind. You don’t mind do you err Tim?”

“Ah, no Ma’am, I don’t. I’ll just move my stuff into the spare bedroom so you can unpack. Can I ask how long you think you might be staying? It just seemed like a lot of bags for the weekend, and Mistress said something about you being here just for the weekend.”

“Oh, she said the weekend did she? We’ll the fact is err Tim, I’ve been looking for a place and she mentioned that this one was available, so I’m going to be here for a while. I hope that’s not a problem.”

I didn’t say anything, but I wasn’t exactly sure I wanted her to stay. Well part of me did. She was very sexy, and she wasn’t at all bashful, but it would be pure torture having to watch her parade around half nude every day with a cock cage wrapped around my cock.

“Great. This will work out well, and then, you’ll be like my housekeeper and assistant. Maybe you can even take my phone calls and set my appointments. Danielle said you were actually pretty good on the phone. Anyway, we can get into more of the details when Danielle calls later. She wanted me to put her on speaker so she can go over the details with you.”

She leaned against the dresser once it was empty and placed her hands on her hips and I got a full view of her panty-covered pussy. Her legs were shapely and I imagined she was shaved, and I wanted so bad to get down on my knees and press my face into her crotch and drink her in.

“Why don’t you go and fix dinner and I’ll be down after I put my things away. Oh, and do you have a washer and dryer?”

“Yes, it’s in the basement.”

“Great, there is a laundry bag in my car, can you go and get it and do some laundry for me? And do hand wash my lingerie, it’s really delicate.”

“Yes Ma’am.” And like a good little Cinderella I was off to do chores while she put her cloths away.

Wendy came down and we ate together in the kitchen. We chatted for a while and she explained that she was in fact an escort, and that she had built a strong following in the area and had been looking for a place to set up shop. She said that Danielle and she had decided that this would be perfect since I couldn’t fuck her even if I wanted to, and because I was a slave I would be easy to manipulate.

As she said all this I felt embarrassed, but she didn’t seem to notice. To her, my submissiveness was just a fact like any other fact. The sky was blue, the grass was green and Timmy was a slave.

She said that she would have guests from time to time, and I would put them into her smart phone and keep my own list of times, etc. I was to get into a diaper and lock myself into my kennel one half our before they came and place a gag into my mouth, and put headphones on with my recording playing from Mistress. When the guest left, Wendy would come in and unlock my cage, and then I could clean up her room, and generally help her with what ever she needed.

Along with those chores, I would also handle her affairs so she could concentrate on her work. And I should make arrangements to cut my own hours down in my job, as being her assistant would take up more and more of my time as Wendy become more popular.

I sat and listened to her outline my new role as her assistant. Then her phone rang and she answered: “Oh, Danielle, we were just going over all the details. Sure, I’ll put you on speaker.”

Mistress outlined everything that Wendy had said. She confirmed it all. She didn’t ask, and I didn’t oppose her. When a guest about to arrive, I was to put on a diaper, lock myself in my cage, take along some reading and the iPod and headphones, put in a gage, have the door shut, and lock the cage door. When Wendy was through, she would open up the cage and let me out so I could clean the room. I should get enough sheets so I can change them several times per day. She also said that I was to put Wendy’s panties in my mouth one by one to soak them before hand washing them and then hand drying them in a towel, and then hanging them in my room. She said to get some cloths line and run it the length of my room several times and get some cloths pins so I can hang them up over my cage.

We listened to Mistress for about a half hour and then Wendy said she had to get ready because her first date was due in an hour and she wanted to have time to get into the mood. Finished with Mistress and she said that I was doing well so far and that she was proud of me. It felt good to hear her say that, and I really wanted to please her.

After half an hour, Wendy told me to put on my diaper and get in my cage. I had downloaded three voice files from Mistress, so I had just over two hours of her voice too melt away the long time in between.  I also had the three “legal” documents to read, plus about 20 pages of web sites that I had downloaded and printed. I hadn’t received the books from Mistress yet, but I was confident that I had enough to keep me occupied.

I closed my door, crawled into my cage/bed and closed the cage door. Mistress had explained that all the locks were to keep the corners of the cage from folding in and allowing me to escape. Then she laughed and said not that that was really a problem, I was hers and couldn’t escape if she left the door of the cage off completely. And she was right, I didn’t want to escape, I wanted to be her pet.

I slipped a gag into my mouth, put the headphones on my head and pushed play on my iPod. And then I heard Mistress, in her smooth, soothing voice tell me to get comfortable, to take a few deep breathes and to listen deeply to her as she told me about how she owned me and what that meant.

It was hypnotizing to listen to her. I became calm as I realized that being her slave was what I had longed for, and that I needed to do everything I could to please her. That was my life’s work now. And to do that I needed to make sure her friend Wendy was well cared for.  I lay in my cage for the next few hours and listened over and over as this powerful Woman boar deeply into my mind, and from within my head flipped a switch that I didn’t even know I had. And by the time Wendy came to open my cage, I was in a trance of submission.

Wendy stepped in and I looked up at her in her panties and her silk robe that hung open, and I followed the contour of her dark skin up to her pussy, and then up to her breasts, resting like beautiful, full orbs as she crouched down and put the key into the lock. I felt a strong desire to make Wendy as happy and contented as I could. And even though she wasn’t Mistress, by extension, I now understood she was as important to my slavery as Mistress.

Wendy stood up and looked down at me. “God, it makes me so hot thinking about you in here in your cage while I’m in your bed fucking some guy. I need you to do something for me, Tim. I need you to crawl over here and put your face in my pussy and bring me off. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

The Box Part Three

August 2001

I half crawled, half stretched my way over to Ms. Wendy, standing in her panties and bra, with her breasts making two beacons above the expanse of her milky, silky skin, pulled taught across her rippled stomach. Her panties were white and shinny, with little ruffles around the elastic waist and legs. The outline of her pussy lips was just visible beneath the cool fabric of her panties. I crawled to her, being drawn in, like an ant attracted to honey. My mouth was dry, and my whole body ached with anticipation. If I could have, I would have crawled up her leg and pushed my entire body into her pussy.

She turned on her heels just as I got near her and walked out my door and into the hall. Her beautiful, round ass pulled tight from her panties, the little folds appearing and disappearing with every magical step. I gave pursuit as best I could on all fours. She walked away from me, and the sway of her hips had me hypnotized.

She walked into her room and lay across the bed. As I approached the side of the bed I saw her hand reach over the edge and her index finger cured up, motioning me to join her. I crawled up onto the bed and was stunned by her presence. Her legs were slightly spread, and her panty-covered pussy was flat and smooth.

“Use your teeth to take my panties off” she said in almost a whisper. She sat up a little and pulled her bra off. I watched as her breasts spilled out, bobbing gently against her chest, and sagging heavy. I placed my mouth around the top of her panties, pulling them away from her and then pulling them down, struggling to keep them moving.

They slipped down her, but got stuck on her round, perfect orb of an ass, and she rolled to one side so I could reach my teeth against the elastic at the back of her panties and tug them the rest of the way down. Once I got them to her knees, she reached her hand down and pulled them off completely. Then she rolled on to her back and let her legs fall comfortably apart.

Her pussy was shaven, and it was puffy and a little pink from being at work all day. She smelled of musk mixed with perfume and cologne, sweat and soap, and sex. I positioned myself between her legs and kissed her inner thighs. She moaned softly and said: “Take your time.”

I kissed the insides of her thighs and then all around her pussy. I kissed the top, then each side, and then I gently licked between her legs from her ass up and then around her lips, circling the top and then back down. Finally I took my fingers and softly pulled her lips apart slightly and licked her slit from bottom to top and then back down.

From there I started to work. Nibbling, pressing, kissing and licking, I fucked her, teased her pussy with my mouth. And Wendy was gyrating, moaning and cajoling me to continue. Her pussy glistened with moisture, and my jaw ached, but I continued to stimulate her until she came in three great waves. First a little climax, her tummy tightening, and her gyrations suddenly suspended. Then the second, bigger climax, and just a little squirt of juice sprayed into my face, like a ripe orange being pierced with a knife. And the grand seizure of a climax that seemed to grip her from head to toe. She pulled my head into her legs and squeezed, and for a moment I couldn’t breath. And then a great torrent of cum sprayed out of her and into my face.

She slowly eased, and my face was wet, she was wet, and in the dim light of the bedroom, my former master bedroom turned brothel, Wendy’s body gave a sigh and went slack. She rolled open her legs and said: “Get a towel and dry me off. Then change the sheets and get me a glass of milk and a chocolate, then turn off the lights and lock yourself into your cage.”

I dried her pussy and then she rolled of the bed and walked into the shower. I picked up her panties and bra, pulled the sheets off the bed and replaced them with clean, fresh sheets that I had hung on the line that afternoon. I returned after a few moments with chocolates and milk to find Ms. Wendy reclining on the bed with the TV on in a short pink T-Shirt and matching pink panties. She took my offering without looking up. “Don’t forget to lock yourself in” was the last thing she said to me.

Over the next few days, Wendy and I got into a pattern. I changed her sheets after her calls, handled her appointments and worked on the tasks Mistress had emailed, called and even faxed me. And while I was committed to my enslavement to Mistress, I was starting to forge a closer relationship with Wendy. She wasn’t as bossy as Mistress, but she was still very dominant, and she directed me well, and she even started to kiss me on the cheek when I did something unexpected for her.

And then one night after I had worshiped her pussy, she told me to stay with her. She said she wanted to talk to me. So while I changed the sheets and cleaned up the room while she showered, I didn’t crawl into my cage, but instead waited with a great deal of anticipation.

Wendy came out of the bathroom still nude. She had dried her hair and was putting lotion on her hands and arms. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out panties with little flowers on them, and a white T-Shirt that fit tight against her body.

“Timmy, I’ve been thinking. You seem like a really nice boy, and I’ve grown fond of you over the past week” she reclined on the bed and motioned me to sit on its edge. “And I know you’re spoken for and working towards being Danielle’s slave and everything. But I don’t think you should give yourself to her. I want you to be my pet. This is the best arrangement I’ve ever had, and the thing is, I want to keep you.”

I was stunned. I really did not know what to say. My first thought was that she was trying to trick me. This was a test. Mistress had put her up to it to trip me up and test my loyalty.

“I don’t want you to answer now. Just think about it overnight. When I come and get you tomorrow morning, we can talk about it over coffee. Now crawl off to bed, and don’t forget to lock yourself in your cage.”

I locked my self in my cage and thought about Wendy all night. I tossed and turned trying to sleep. My cock was pressing me for relief and the bulky diaper encased me like a hug from Mistress around the middle. Why had she said those things? Why had she confused me? It was intriguing, and exciting. And she was so sexy, with her long legs, perfect ass, and a stunning face. I must have dozed off at some point, because I awoke to Wendy opening my cage. I stretched and crawled out and look up at her puzzling.

“Ms. Wendy, did Mistress call already? She usually talks to me before you let me out of my cage.” I asked.

“Oh, yes, she did. She said to let you out and that she would call a little later. I told her what I told you last night. I said I wanted to have you, and could we arrange that. She wanted to know what you said, and I told her you didn’t say anything. She said she’d think about it, and then she said she would call you later this morning.”

Now I was really nervous. Should I have said no right away? Did it sound like I was thinking about it? Shit, this could be bad, really bad. I went about getting breakfast for Ms. Wendy, and I was so up tight I couldn’t even piss my diaper. Standing in the kitchen in my apron and diapers, I made coffee and pulled together a yogurt parfait and whole grain toast. Ms. Wendy came down in a short skirt, tank top and sandals.

“So, Timmy, have you thought about what you will say to Danielle?”

“I’m not sure what to say. I-I, this is so unexpected. And well, Mistress has already made a big commitment to me, and I have her contract. And you’re nice and all, but I just don’t know what to say. What would it be like? You mean like it is now? I-I just …”

Wendy cut me off: “I can see this is upsetting you. And that’s not my intention. I like how things are. I’ve moved around a lot, and to be honest, I wasn’t really dominant until I met you. Sure I liked bossing men around a little, and I’ve always felt powerful, but spending this past week with you has opened my eyes to what it might be like to own another person. And I like the idea. So I pick you.”

I stood in my kitchen in a diaper and frilly apron with a hooker, a really nice hooker, but a hooker who was telling me she wanted to own me. I stared at her feet and suddenly the phone rang. I answered it.

“Slave?” came the cool, clear voice of Mistress.

I cleared my throat: “Yes, Mistress, it’s me.”

“I will see you today at 1:05PM. Do not be late.” And she hung up.

I stood with the phone in my hand. Wendy put her hand under my chin and lifted my eyes to hers. “Don’t go.” She said softly. I looked into her eyes and tried to understand what this woman was up to. I brushed past her and she took my shoulder and turned me back to her. She kissed me full on the lips and said: “Really, I don’t want you to go.” I looked down and started walking again.

I showered, shaved and got dressed. It was a Friday and so I put my Friday panties on under my clothes. I was worried. I had a lump in my throat and a tug in my tummy that pulled me back and forth between my Mistress and Ms. Wendy. The drive was about two hours, and I was three hours from when Mistress wanted me there, but I had to be out of the house. If I had stayed, I may never have left at all.

Mistress lived in a house about a mile outside of a medium-sized city. There were hedges in front, and large trees throughout the yard. In back of the house was a small barn with a fence around it, and beyond that was a wooded area. The driveway into Mistress’ yard was curved towards the house, and then slightly away and behind. I had an hour to kill, so I drove into town to get flowers and a gift.

My heart was pounding when I returned about 50 minutes later. Shit, my hands were sweating. I had to keep tugging my cock cage, as my cock was swelled up and kept pushing it against my panties, and digging the edge of the chastity cage into my legs. I waited in the car until about 2 minutes before I was due. Then I kneeled on her doorstep and counted down the seconds, each one punctuated by my heart.

The second my watch clicked 1:05PM I knocked lightly on the door and waited. I knew better than to knock more than once, and I also knew Mistress would come and get me when she was ready. About 5 minutes later the door opened and Mistress stood before me. She was wearing a pleated navy skirt, white knee socks, white blouse and her hair was in a ponytail.

“Come in, slave.” She pushed the door open and held it for me as I crawled in. Then she closed the door, locked it and walked past me, still on all fours, and sat in an armchair. Seeing her, getting a glance of her face I recognized my owner in an instant, and realized that I was no longer confused.

“Stand in front of me, slave. And get undressed. You may put your cloths in the box next to my chair.” I stood before her and undressed slowly. Slipping my pants off I whispered: “Panties on or off Mistress?”

“Mmm, take the panties off and place them in the box, too. I want you nude for now.” I slipped everything off and folded it neatly and stacked it in the cardboard box sitting open beside Mistress’ chair. When I was completely naked, I stood before Mistress with my hands behind my head, legs at shoulder length and my head bowed.

Mistress placed pink ankle and wrist cuffs with small brass locks at both legs and both arms. She then produced a matching pink collar with its own lock. She held it in front of me and I pressed my neck against it eagerly. Mistress smiled and locked it into place. It was about 4 inches thick, and it made it difficult for me to keep my head pointed down. Finally, Mistress placed a leash on my collar.

“Follow me, slave” and she turned and gave a slight tug to my leash. She pulled me into her bedroom. Her bed is a large metal-framed canopy topped structure. She walked me over to the foot of the bed and secured my wrists to the top of the bed frame. Then she secured my feet to the bottom of the bedposts and left the room.

When she came back she was carrying a gag and a large, leather paddle. She pushed the gag into my mouth unceremoniously, locked it into place and then jumped up onto the bed and grabbed my encased cock and balls.

“These belong to me, slave. Now I’ll have none of this nonsense about Wendy keeping you. I’m sure that was her idea, and I’ll deal with her later today, as I’ve invited her here to ‘discuss’ the matter. But make no mistake, I’ll cut these off before she’ll own them.” Then she gave her balls a hard squeeze and jumped off the bed.

She raked her fingers over my back and ass, then between my legs, rubbing and whispered in my ear: “And this ass is mine, too. Want me to prove it?”

“Ugh, gurgle, sput.” I said through my gag.

Then she placed the paddle against my ass. It was cool, and I could feel the smooth leather against my still white skin. Then suddenly I didn’t feel it against me and then ‘slap’ it hit me. The pain traveled up my cheeks, and I started to pant like a dog. And then she hit me again and again, fast and furious. My ass started to burn, and the shock of each blow rippled through me. I was gulping for air, swiveling my hips to try to anticipate each spank, and I had drool and tears running off my face. My arms were getting tired, and my body was shaking and I started to sweat, which made the paddle sharper.

I didn’t count them. I don’t know how long she beat me. I just know that I was about to pass out when she finally stopped. She ran her hand over my ass. It stung and I tensed. She cooed in my ear: “Mmm, your ass is nice and red. I own this ass, slave. And never forget it, or I’ll beat you until you bleed.”

She undid the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I was still panting as she grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “Well, what do you say, slave?”

“Thank you for beating me, Mistress.” I said breathlessly.

“Very good slave. Not tell your Mistress who you belong too while I get more comfortable.” She let go of my hair and walked around the side of the bed. I followed her with my eyes. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall revealing white panties with ruffles on them. So feminine and cute, all laced over her round bottom. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall. Next her bra hit the floor. She left her knee socks and black peddle-shoes on and she jumped back up on the bed.

I said: “I’m yours Mistress. My cock is yours, my body, soul, everything I own is all yours. You own me. I’m your property, your slave. And I always will be. You own me to my very core.”

Mistress was reclined and had her legs spread. She was touching herself while I watched her and proclaimed my dedication to her. “Very good, slave.” Then she sat up and pulled herself level with me and kissed me full on the lips. She kissed me and probed my mouth with her tongue. She stroked my body and gently toyed with her cock. Then she stood up on the bed and un-tethered my hands. “Now you do your feet, slave.”

I sat down at the foot of the bed and un-tied my feet from the bedposts. Then I crawled around the bed and kneeled waiting for her command. “You can come up, slave.” I pulled myself up on the bed and she pulled me to her. “Now let’s make love, slave.” We kissed and held each other. We explored each other’s bodies until I was completely lost in sexual desire. The only problem for me was the chastity belt prevented me from having any satisfaction, but in every other way, we were acting like lovers.

“I want you inside me, slave.” My thoughts raced with anticipation. Was she really going to fuck me? “But first I need to tie your hands and feet.” She did just that, until I was spread on her bed. Then she produced the key to my chastity, and unlocked it. Her cock was freed. I was so excited I thought I might shoot early. But then she did something that made my heart sink.

“You didn’t really think I was going to let you fuck me with that? Silly slave.” She opened her nightstand and pulled out a dildo. This was an insidious device, because it was a dildo, but it was hollow and had a clip in the end that lined up with my chastity device. She slipped it over my cock and locked it into place. Her cock was now locked inside a dildo, completely imprisoned and without any feeling, and yet I had a raging hard-on. She mounted me and fucked herself silly. Kissing me and biting me, all the while she pumped up and down on her fake cock. And then she came with a rippling shudder and collapsed on to me.

I was frustrated, and I could feel a little wetness in my groin. It was probably pre-come. Every nerve in my body was on edge with sexual stimulation. I waited for her to recover. She pulled her head back and pulled her hair out of her face. She was smiling and looked exhausted and spent. My arms and legs were securely tethered at the corners of the bed, so all I could do is wait.

“Oh, poor baby, you look like you’re in heat. Do you want some relief?”

“Yes, Mistress, please, I’m going crazy” I said breathlessly, my body twitching.

“Ok slave, I’m going to untie you and I want you on all fours on the floor at the foot of my bed.”

She untied me and I rolled off the bed and crawled around her bed and waited. I was burning with sexual energy. She came around the bed and rubbed her hands over my back and down my ass. She paused and rubbed her cock and balls, still trapped in chastity. I must have looked like a dog with a raging stick locked into place. Then she walked out of the room. I watched her nude body sway, tall, powerful with strong legs and a round, fleshy ass. Her hair was loose and danced about her pretty head.

Mistress returned with a plate and placed it under me, like a milk bucket. Then she unlocked my chastity belt and took the dildo portion off, and replaced with the cage. Then she walked around the bed to her nightstand and took something out, but I couldn’t see what it was. Then she walked back behind me. “OK slave, you’re about to get a little treat. Just relax and let your Mistress do her magic.”

I felt her hand rub my ass, and then felt something cold run between my cheeks, and the next think I felt were her fingers sliding in me. She pushed and probed, and I involuntarily pressed my ass against her hand. It hurt a little, and then I felt like I had to pee, and then next thing I knew I was coming without coming. It was like she pressed a button inside me, and suddenly my balls released and spilled their contents. I didn’t feel like I had climaxed, but I did feel some relief.

Mistress took her fingers out of me and then kicked the plate, which slid right below my head. “Lap it up, slave, and thank your Mistress for taking care of you.” I thanked Mistress, lowered my head and started to lick. I had eaten my come before, and it never went down easily. It was salty and smelled of stale banana, and put a slimy film over my throat.

“Very good, slave, now pick up the plate and carry it into the kitchen. Then do all of the dishes, make the bed and run a vacuum, and when you’re finished get I diaper our of the diaper bin in the guest bathroom, put it on and lock yourself in the kennel in the laundry room. I have to get ready for Wendy, and I need you out of the way for a while. But leave the door open, I want you to hear us and you will be able to see us through the door. Now get busy.”

I hurriedly went about my chores and was actually a little tired when I finally locked the door to the kennel. And Mistress was right, I could see her every so often as she walked back and forth getting dressed and taking on the phone. And I could hear her, as well. The hall leading to the laundry room in her house was like an amplifier, echoing into my cage. I couldn’t help but wonder what she had in mind for Wendy, but Mistress seemed upset by the recent turn of events, and I was truly worried for Ms. Wendy. I don’t think she had a clue what she was getting into.

I’d find out soon enough. I listened and watched Mistress and dozed in and out content in my kennel. I was falling for Mistress, and realized that I was in the right place. And maybe I’d have a stable mate later in the day.