Not Just Another Box by Grimm_Searcher

Not Just Another Box by Grimm_Searcher

Indulge in a steamy adult sex story unlike any other with "Not Just Another Box." Uncover sensual pleasures and erotic adventures that will leave you craving more. Dive into this tantalizing tale today.<br/>
Note: Natsuko’s “out of body experience” is taken almost verbatim from one of my submissive’s who experienced this while I had her edging for 2 hours during an 8-week orgasm denial exercise. I thought the reader would want to know that, while obviously the story in its entirety is fictional, many parts of it come from first-hand real-life experiences.

Enjoy – and please do add comments with feedback or if want to see more of Natsuko’s continuing adventures. Chapter 3 is about halfway written, although sometimes it’s hard for me to know how long a story will be till it’s done, and chapter 4 and maybe 5 is mapped out in my head so if I feel there is enough reader interest I’ll make the effort to type them up : )

Just Another Box – Chapter Two: Not just another box

Paul took Monday morning off and arranged for his mother to watch the kids so he could be there to extract Natsuko the moment her trunk arrived. He removed her restraints, gave her some water, and milked her while running a warm bath for her. The milking was long overdue as she had leaked milk all over herself during the 2 days and was clearly uncomfortably swollen. He then proceeded to wash her while massaging her sore muscles and dry her before carrying her to bed so she could recover.

She never said a word, and he tried to respect that by limiting his words to simply, “Honey, I am SO sorry for all of this, if there is ever ANYTHING I can do to make it up to you, please let me know.” Even those words he saved until he placed the covers over her. She smiled and tried to rest.

The next few days found Natsuko… changed. She was distant and quiet. Her sleep was restless, her dreams haunted by images of being a helpless toy trapped in the trunk. One dream even had the trunk growing tentacles and using her in unspeakable ways. When the kids were napping, or asleep Paul caught her several times just sitting on the bed looking at the trunk – not having any clue that every thought of the trunk aroused her. Yet somehow Natsuko was uninterested or incapable of doing anything to relieve that arousal. She just seemed to wander around a shell of who she once was.

Finally, after a couple of days of that Paul sat her down, looked her in the eyes and gently asked her, “Natsuko, you’ve been acting strange ever since… well, you know… “it” happened. I can only imagine what must be going through your head, but I want you to know you can tell me anything, and no matter what it is, we’ll work through it together.”

Natsuko smiled at him, the first real smile since it had happened.

“Paul, when you said you would do anything to make it up to me,” she paused, clearly not sure if or how to say what she wanted to next, “I uh, have something very strange to ask.”

Paul reached over and held her hands, “you know I love you, everything about you, even, and sometimes especially, your strange parts – so go on, just tell me what you’re thinking.” His loving and comforting smile relaxed Natsuko, finally allowing her to say what had been rolling around her head for 2 days.

“There was something about being locked in the trunk and stimulated by it that was deeply arousing to me, and I want to do it again, but I want a little more control over how long I’m out of control.” She paused for barely a second, hoping that made some kind of sense, then ploughed on. “I want to be able to set a timer and then be able to lock myself in, so I can just do it for a few hours now and then and not have to bother you every time. I would also LOVE some kind of more random stimulation – hours and hours and hours on the same setting just became kind of desensitizing after a while.”

Paul sat there a moment, still holding her hands, still looking at her, but clearly shifting into deep thought mode. Natsuko waited patiently.

“Wow, I have to say of all the things I was expecting to hear, that was NOT one of them. In many ways what you’re asking is a huge relief compared to where I thought this conversation might go. If you’re serious about this…”

Natsuko’s head bobbed up and down so hard he was sure she would get dizzy, making him chuckle a little.

“… then I need a few days to draw up some plans, and probably a few more days or maybe even a couple of weeks to put things together depending on where this goes. I already have a few ideas I think you’ll like, but I’m not sure if they’ll all be practical. Do you think you can be patient that long, and give up most of “our” time till it’s done?”

Natsuko pounced on him hugging him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissing him passionately.

Demonstrating tremendous self-restraint, Paul pulled himself back from the embrace long enough to get a few words in.

“I’ll take that as a yes” he grinned, “and two more things. One, no questions asked. I’m sure it will take longer than you’d like, and you will have LOTS of questions as boxes start arriving, but you will not be able to see anything or even ask what I’m up to till I’m ready.”

Natsuko nodded, biting her tongue as she already had questions she wanted to ask.

“Two…” Paul paused for effect, “just to make sure you’re in the proper mood for the upgrades, I don’t want you to touch or pleasure self at all till it’s done.”

Natsuko’s jaw dropped. The last orgasm she had had was Saturday afternoon, more than 4 days ago, two of which she spent suspended in a state of near constant arousal! As if that weren’t enough, just the fact that Paul’s was embracing this new project had her libido on overdrive. She wanted to cum now! She already felt like a dog in heat, what on earth would she be like if she had to wait like this for another couple of weeks?!?

Paul grinned like Lewis Carroll’s Cheshire Cat. He knew her well enough to know she would be fidgeting and squirming in abject lust till the project was done. Controlling her orgasms had been a favorite game before the kids came along and consumed so much of their free time as to make it impractical. He had almost forgotten how arousing it was to see her this wanting knowing that he was in complete control of when or even if she would ever be satisfied again. He had to shake himself from that line of thinking – he had work to do.

Natsuko whimpered and nodded her consent as Paul “un-wrapped” her from his body and placed her back on the couch. “Hold that thought my pet; I’ve got some designing to do.” With that he went into the office and started his new project, while poor Natsuko was left to simmer in her own juices, with no hope of boiling over for quite some time.

…

Over the next couple of weeks Paul worked and spent time with the twins but was a virtual ghost to Natsuko the rest of the time. He rarely emerged from his office and when he did come out it was usually for a quick bio break or to grab food or water. He was completely oblivious to what was going on around him or else he would have noticed Natsuko’s rising arousal.

Natsuko repeatedly and often caught her hand involuntarily sliding between her legs as she watched him come and go, knowing what he was working on. But she was a good girl and held true to her promise, no matter how desperately she wanted to F$#% something, anything, into oblivion.

Her twice daily milking’s became agonizing. Her nipples had always been VERY sensitive – Paul had almost gotten her to orgasm once just from playing with them. In the complete absence of any other kind of pleasurable touching the suckling of those damned pumps suddenly became a constant, twice a day, every day tease. She couldn’t wait to feel their caress, until she put them on, and then she cursed that they couldn’t take her any farther than they did.

She finally got some relief towards the end of the two weeks when Paul told her he needed her naked and blindfolded for some “calibration testing”. While he made sure the blindfold was completely blocking her sight, he explained that he had to bring her into the office for this and didn’t want to ruin the surprise by having her see the trunk before it was finished. Once inside he sat her down on a cushion on the floor with her back against the wall and placed what felt like her old cuffs on her wrists and a strange new collar around her neck. She was wet with anticipation before even the last lock clicked shut.

“Ok, those cuffs and collar have been fitted with a variety of medical grade sensors designed to monitor your heart beat, respiration, perspiration, temperature, etc. etc. I’m hoping that I can collect enough data from them to be able to tell when you’re having an orgasm – and more importantly, when you are getting close to an orgasm. So, what I need you to do is stimulate yourself till you orgasm and let me know when you do. If you’re worried about masturbating in front of me, don’t be – I’ll mostly be watching my screens and monitoring the data.”

If that was meant to be comforting, it had the opposite effect on Natsuko. She now felt like his guinea pig, running through some kind of erotic maze so he could collect his data and then put her back in her cage till the next time he needed her. She had come to think of her chastity as a kind of cage she was locked into, so this analogy felt very real to her… and further fuelled her arousal.

“Wait a minute,” Paul interrupted her thoughts. “I need a base line and these numbers already look elevated. Are you already aroused just sitting there?”

Natsuko felt her face get warm as she developed a fierce blush, realizing that these new sensors had betrayed her thoughts and innermost feelings. It really didn’t matter what she said, these new restraints seemed capable of reading her reactions anyway. As if being naked and masturbating in front of her husband hadn’t made her vulnerable enough, these new tools left her utterly and completely exposed and helplessly on display in front of her master. This only made things worse.

“What on earth is going on? It looks like your arousal level is rising and all I did was ask you if you were getting aroused? Either these sensors are faulty, or else you’re even hornier than I thought if just a bit of embarrassment and humiliation can get such a rise out of you. Hmmm, let me try something…”