The Box

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.