The Box

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…