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Boxing Day (3)
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Posted by druidic on Mon 20 Aug 07, 4:04 PM
Following on from my last blog about our latest acquisition (pic now on profile  ):
As the padlocks were clicked on I was filled with a strange mixture of complete calm and anticipation. I had no ideas as to what particular use he was going to make of my boxed head – not that he would have told me anyway!
He roped my wrists behind my back then moved me so as that my back was against the wall, telling me to sit down on the floor, knees up.
It is very quiet in that box. I knew that there was kids playing outside but I could not hear them at all, the only sound I was aware of was my own slow breathing. I began to no longer exist, if that makes any sense! The mindset of being little more than an object at the side of a room, something with no emotion, no feeling, a simple purpose of just being.
But he knows that. Knows I like that place. Knows how long (or how short!) it takes me to get there – and it wasn't permitted. I felt his foot push at my thigh, him telling me to turn and get on my knees and to shuffle forward. I did as told and was then told to get my head on the floor.
And that was so much easier said than done! There was just no way I could get myself face down as the width at the neck was simply too close for that kind of manoeuvre. I awkwardly turned my head around, lying my head and the box on the side. This was slightly easier, although I still could not get the box flat on the floor. A few centimetres of the neck end of the box was still off the floor but it was the best that I could do.
I felt that familiar flicking on my arse. Singletail tickling at first, teasing, then building up to biting. It did a good job of taking my mind off the discomfort of the box!
When he had sated his sadism he grabbed my wrists and pulled me upright. The plug was pulled out and some welcome cool air floated in. I remember having an expectation at the time as to what was about to be pushed through that hole but it was not what I had anticipated! My mouth received hard rubber as opposed to hard flesh!
Keep it in, I was told. I sucked the dildo a bit further into my mouth.
He untied my wrists and told me to lie down flat on the floor. This position proved to be easier to get into than being on knees with hands behind back, although I still had to turn my head to the side to allow the box to be flat on the floor, this time however, totally flat.
I heard the muffled sound of the TV going on then became aware of further weight as he sat down and placed his feet up on the box. I have no idea how long he remained like this, I simply became what he wished me to be for that time, a convenient footstool.
My rude awakening was his cane on my thighs, the strokes getting harder and harder and harder. I remember wondering if the dampness on my face was tears or simply down to the heat inside the box.
I felt the weight lift off the box, then heard him tell me to kneel up. He opened up the window at the front and looked at me. His fingers pulled the dildo from my mouth. He closed the window and stood, this time feeding me what I had first expected. Not a footstool now, not an inanimate object, but just a mouth.
And when it was all over and he unlocked the padlocks and lifted the box open, there was a large part of me that wanted to stay in there, no matter how heavy it was beginning to feel, no matter how dark it was and how hot it was getting. But off it came and I had to content myself with lying at his feet for a while - it's a hard job but someone has to do it
Recommendation - 10/10, if you like that sort of thing 
Edited Mon 20 Aug 07, 4:09 PM by druidic
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20 Aug 07, 6:42 PM
arwenNS
UK, 4 yrs
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Not everyone suits boxes quite like you do darling..lol
arwen xxx a 4 foot, 11 and 3/4 inch elf.
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20 Aug 07, 7:43 PM
voodookid37
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20 Aug 07, 8:58 PM
druidic
UK(DD), 8 yrs
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arwenNS wrote:
Not everyone suits boxes quite like you do darling..lol
arwen xxx
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Ooooooo bitch
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