The Box

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.”