From time to time throughout these posts I’ve been told that there were those who wished to be me, while others wished to be my wife. We’ll see if the latter still holds true… We decided that, since I again had to work Monday while my wife had the day off, that she should be placed in storage for the day. However. I thought that perhaps a change of venue, from a box in a hall cabinet, might be nice for her. ...
Last weekend We decided to subject my wife to a new experience. After a morning of bondage and use, we loaded her up, naked, bound, plugged, filled, and gagged with a Nerf ball packed into a stocking, into the back of our friend’s SUV. We also loaded a crate into the truck, which our friend had made. The wooden crate measured 30”x16”x16”, and had a number of 1” diameter ventilation holes drilled in rows along five sides. The crate was constructed of plywood fastened to 2”x4” boards. The crate did not have any hinges, latches or locks, just a lid that would require securing down with wood screws and an electric screwdriver, which we brought along. ...
Day One “Cross your wrists behind your back and open your mouth.” Julie obeyed the command instantly, cradling her wrists one atop the other in the small of her back. She strained to hold her mouth open as wide as possible. She waited for him to fill it with a wad of cloth, a rubber ball, his cock, or whatever else he might choose to pack in. She drifted off, recalling the salty taste of his cock, her tongue swirling to greet its head as it forced its way in. ...
In a recent post, after discussing a packaging session I felt was tame, Bondage Princess jokingly wondered what the “worst” I could do was. Before that, I had been debating whether I would post tales of the truly extreme things that I have done. I debated this because, in part, while I have preached safety throughout my posts, those truly extreme things from my past were not entirely safe. They were in fact, quite reckless and irresponsible, even though I had worked to make them as safe as possible at the time. Secondly, they did not involve my wife, and I wanted to emphasize the things that we do together and for each other, rather than the things that I’ve done with others. ...
On Saturday I decided to proceed with some work that I had planned to do on one of our cars. It was a beautiful day, so I pulled the car into the driveway and up to the garage, with the front clip facing the garage door. Still sitting in a dark corner in the back of the garage was the case containing my very tightly bound, gagged, plugged, and packaged wife. She was, of course, exactly how and where I had left her Friday morning. I walked over and thumped on the upright case with my foot. I could easily hear her warbling moans through the case. I knew that she was both miserable and ecstatic in her tiny prison. Inside, she had grown stiff and sore from the cramped confinement. Her jaw was aching from being stretched around the fat penis gag for so long. Her nipples were burning from the clamps biting into them. Her ass was throbbing from the thick dildo shoved deep inside her. With a plastic cable tie tightly binding her soft, tender lips cruelly around the dildo that filled her pussy, her wet pussy was on fire. ...
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the public address system crackled, “It is nine o’clock. The store is now closing. Thank you for shopping at Richfield’s.” Kristin had begun closing out her register a few minutes earlier. Monday night shoppers in housewares were few, and the second floor department had been void of customers for the last forty-five minutes. Finished with her tally, she gathered her night’s proceeds and register slips into a deposit envelope and hurried off with it to gift wrap. The gift wrap counter was a short walk across the second floor from Kristin’s department, but with her feet throbbing in her heels, the short jaunt seemed a test of her endurance. Kristin had regretted her decision to wear three-inch heels for an eight hour shift on the sales floor, but the strappy suede pumps accented her calves and her long, snug brown leather skirt so nicely she couldn’t resist. ...
Well, it’s been a couple of weeks since I last posted anything of consequence, in part because real life has been so unfairly taking up my time, and in part because my wife and I have been doing anything truly outstanding. Sure, we’ve been playing our routine bondage games, but honestly, how many times can I post “tied her up, stuffed her in a box/bag/cabinet/car trunk and left her there all day/afternoon/evening/night before the forum gets bored with it? ...
My wife really enjoys situations where she can be used anonymously. I have mummified or packaged her a few of times, leaving only her mouth and bottom exposed, reducing her to a set of holes, available for use at any time. I noticed that, if placed in the suitcase on her back, certain areas of her were accessible when the zippers were opened slightly at the bottom of the bag. Trapped in the bag with the zippers opened slightly, she became an extremely anonymous hole ready for use. With this in mind, I mounted a dildo on a hort dowel rod, painted black to match the suitcase. Before checking out of our room on one of our visits, I unzipped the bag and inserted the dildo, then pulled the zippers tight around the shaft of the dowel rod, now protruding from the bottom of the bag. ...
While shopping at a flea market some time back we stumbled across an old case originally designed to hold fire fighting equipment. The case was constructed of 1/2” wood with all of the edges trimmed in metal for strength. The case, which measured 28”x16”x20”, resembled a very ugly green steamer trunk,and was fitted with latches and a convenient reinforced carrying handle. Knowing that my wife would fit in it, we purchased it right away. ...
Faced with errands to run and a day off, I’m always looking for some way to include a trussed up wife and make the chores more interesting. The other morning I lead the little brunette out to the garage and traded her clothes for rope. I trussed her in to a nice, naked, tightly folded bundle, with her wrists behind her and her knees tied tight against her shoulders, held spread by ropes stretched across her back. I then tied her ankles down to her thighs, taking the time to loop cords from her big toes to her thigh bondage, ensuring that she could not use her feet to to cover herself, should anyone come across the very exposed little bundle. Since I had a nice “wide spread” theme going, I chose to gag her with a dental spreader gag, which cranked her mouth invitingly open. ...
Last Monday was a holiday. I had to work, but my wife did not. Knowing that she would be home alone all day, it seemed quite reasonable that she should spend her day in bondage. After her shower that morning I roped her into an extremely tight, nude ball tie, with her wrists crossed behind her and her arms pinned to her body at the shoulders and waist. Since I wasn’t going to be home all day, and there wasn’t going to be anyone to use her holes, I decided that they should be packed for storage as well. I filled her with a nice, big dildo and a butt plug, then roped them very tightly in place. ...
I’ve posted here a few of the packaging experiences my wife and I have shared. However, it has occurred to me that I haven’t mentioned the first, and most significant, of these experiences. The first packaging experience we had together, and the first at all for my wife, was one that she initiated on St. Valentine’s Day in 1996. We had known each other for nearly three years, and we were engaged to be married later that year. For Valentine’s Day, since she had already agreed to give me her hand in marriage, she decided that the rest of her would make a lovely gift. ...
I have always been very fond of packaging up women in small containers. My wife and I have several items we’ve purchased for just this purpose, including a camel topped trunk, a mail bag, another duffle bag, a cage, numerous cardboard boxes, a Samsonite wheeled upright soft-sided suitcase, and a steamer trunk big enough to fit two women somewhat comfortably. While she’s occupied the trunk many times, we’ve always wanted to tie her “69” to another woman, with each plugged into the other with dildo-fitted harness gags then lock them both in. ...
By nine-thirty this morning my wife was showered and ready for her day to begin. We had discussed several possible scenarios for the day, but she did not know which one was to be her fate. She knew only that she was to be bound, gagged, and fully filled nude, then packed into a cardboard box and transported to another location for extended play. I began by binding her wrists in front of her, a rare deviation from my much preferred hands-behind-the-back position of choice. Having her arms in front was necessary however, as I knew from previous experiences that the box was so small that she would need to tuck her arms between her legs if the box was to be closed. I then gagged her by packing her mouth with a nerf ball, securing it in place with several yards of elastic bandage wound around her head. Extended packaging does not seem complete unless the slave is thoroughly filled and sealed. A butt plug and a dildo filled that need, and her, quite nicely. A nice, tight crotch rope made certain that her packing was held securely in place. ...