This story was written in 2005 and originally published in 2007 on another site, but I decided to republish it here along with some new content. Chapter 2 of Natsuko's evolving relationship with her trunk will be published soon and Chapter 3 is roughly halfway done so please let me know if you like this story and the following chapter(s). I will continue typing up chapters 3 and 4 as long as people continue enjoying the series.
Obviously, this is a work of fiction, and you should NOT attempt any of the activities described below in real life - period. You are an adult - use common sense when exploring the line between fantasy and reality.
Enjoy!
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Natsuko reflected quietly in her small prison - shackled, gagged, locked in a trunk, locked in a moving van, locked in a warehouse. She wondered how so many things could have gone wrong for her to have ended up here. Mostly she wondered if the vibrator that was slowly driving her to exasperation would run out of power before she went completely insane...
Natsuko was born and raised in Japan, but she defied the old stereotype of the petite flat chested Asian. Like many of her generation she had long legs and a rather large bust, despite her slender figure. Her long black hair and impossibly deep brown eyes had simply sealed the deal for Paul when they met in his last year of college. Paul was handsome at 5'10" with sandy brown hair and a physique toned from his years studying martial arts.
Natsuko and Paul married a couple of years later and about a year and half ago they had twins (a boy and a girl). Not only had Natsuko completely lost all the pregnancy weight, but she also seemed even more slender and shapely than before. This was at least in part due to Paul's "suggestion" that she continue milking herself even after the twins had moved on from breast feeding.
Paul pointed out that if she was lactating, she would not have to worry about her period, which meant less discomfort for her and less chance of having a whoops baby too close to the twins. He went on to explain that locally producing their own milk right there in her breasts meant no fuel for tractors to grow soybeans, no coal to be burned to power the soymilk processing plant, and no diesel to go into the trucks to carry it to market. So not only would it help their personal grocery budget, but it would also reduce their carbon footprint. If it also happened to make her already outstanding breasts that much more... outstanding, well that was a burden he was certainly willing to bear.
Natsuko was tempted to point out that having to milk herself several times a day like a common dairy cow and wear pads to avoid the occasional seepage from ruining her blouse or embarrassing her in public were also a byproduct of her continued lactation, not to mention the soreness and swollen feeling she felt if she ever went too far past her milking times. But the truth was the idea that her husband would treat her like a domestic animal aroused her in a way she'd rather not admit too. To this day she couldn't stop herself from getting a little damp every time she had to put her own breast milk into her coffee or watch Paul pour it over his bowl of cereal - Paul refused to stock any milk or creamer but hers in the house. The thought of how her body would react the first time they had company over for coffee was just too much for her to contemplate.
As the twins started walking (and climbing) they decided to look for a bigger home - the only problem was their current home sold faster than they expected, and the buyers wanted to move in right away. They decided to move the bulk of their possessions into storage and just take the essentials with them to an apartment for a few months till the new house was ready. So today was the first day of the two-part move and they had a busy schedule.
Paul had dropped off the twins with his mother and he and Natsuko had until noon to get everything ready for the movers to pick up. Natsuko had gotten on a roll and had worked through the night, so she had finished all her preparations by the time Paul got back from his mother's house. Natsuko decided to reward herself with a brief bondage session using one of their favorite toys, an old steamer trunk they had bought a few years ago. Since the twin's arrival their once frequent sessions had become rare, so Paul jumped at the chance to "assist" her. Natsuko had gotten so focused on her tasks she had skipped dinner last night and breakfast this morning and the only thing she had drank since yesterday afternoon's light snack was a few sips of water this morning. She showered, used the toilet, put her hair up in a high ponytail (Paul's favorite), but decided to skip eating or drinking anything so that she could fantasize that her time in the trunk was much longer than the couple of hours she had would have.
She knelled before Paul completely nude except for the collar that marked her as his during their playtime. He quickly locked her wrists behind her back with their favorite set of padded cuffs and her ankles together with a matching set. He chose a penis gag with a hole through the center just to make sure there were no breathing problems. He decided to put on her chastity belt with the remote-controlled butterfly vibrator. This vibrator had been specially modified to work with their steamer trunk. He then added some light bondage tape above and below her knees and then above and below her elbows (just enough to push her chest out, yet not enough to be uncomfortable) but decided against anything more stringent since she would be busy latter with the move, and he wanted to avoid any marks.
The steamer trunk was a real find. It was old and made of solid wood with steel reinforcements - the type you see people use in old movies to make ocean voyages with. They had drilled several very discrete air holes on all sides, but soon discovered that it was a little too tall for Natsuko to fit in snuggly.
Paul decided to kill two birds with one stone by putting in a false bottom, under which he placed a series of battery packs. He added an adapter to it so it could be connected to a variety of battery-operated devices. They had never experimented with her in the trunk for more than a day or so, but the battery packs would run most devices for several days as they wanted to be sure the power would not run out on even longer sessions.
With the false floor and a little carefully placed padding the trunk provided just enough room to prevent positional asphyxia while keeping her snuggly surrounded on all sides.
So, Paul loaded Natsuko into the trunk, plugged the chastity belt into the battery adapter, and gently kissed his wife on the head. Before he closed the trunk, he noticed her erect nipples brushing against her knees and could not stop himself from reaching in and fondling those amazing breasts. When she moaned with pleasure into her gag, he realized he didn't have time for this and quickly closed the trunk. The look of helplessness, frustration, and anticipation on her face as the light narrowed to a sliver... and then disappeared completely... was priceless. He sealed the trunk with two heavy duty bolt-cutter proof padlocks. She was now completely helpless - there was no escape for her except for the keys he carried in his pocket. Her excitement began to mount.
Paul moved the trunk into the middle of the family room and placed it next to some of the other boxes staged for the movers. This room was on the way to the garage so he would be in and out of the family room many times over the next few hours. He pulled the remote control out of his pocket and pressed the button once. The remote only had one button that cycled through six settings, five speeds plus off. Pressing the button advanced the vibrator to the next setting in the cycle. One was just enough to warm her up but not enough to ever let her achieve orgasm. Five was an almost guaranteed orgasm after a just a few minutes. He decided to let her stew and then slowly work her up to one or two good ones before he had to let her out. He left the remote on top of the trunk so he could press the button every now and then as he passed through.
It was now a little before 8:00 AM, he could go as late as 11:00 AM and she would still have plenty of time to get dressed before the movers came. Meanwhile he was way behind schedule and would need to scramble to get his tasks done before then.
Inside the trunk Natsuko reveled in her situation. She was no longer Paul's wife, not even his sex-slave; she had become his sex toy. Packaged and boxed for his use whenever he pleased. The sensation of being moved only furthered her fantasies. She half dreamed that she was just another box on moving day, and that Paul would move her into storage with all his other possessions until he wanted her again. Her arousal reached new heights with this thought, and she cursed the combination of the wide stiff chastity belt and the low vibrator setting. She was as helpless to bring herself to a climax as she was to escape the trunk. She was completely and totally his... and that thought only added fuel to the fire between her legs.
It was about an hour and a half later that things began to go wrong. Paul heard honking and looked out the window to see his mother's car pulling up the driveway. She looked very upset, so he ran outside to meet her. Apparently, their daughter Erika had cut herself and was bleeding. Paul's mother tended to panic, so instead of taking her to the emergency room she went there instead.
In situations like this Paul was the opposite of his mother - he became calm and focused, able to make difficult decisions quickly and without looking back. The cut looked bad and was still bleeding - so Paul wrapped it as best he could and calmly told his mother to take Ben inside while he took Erika to the ER. He told her Natsuko was out running some errands and would probably not be back before the movers got there, so just keep an eye on Ben and he would call her from the ER. Before she could ask anything else, he was off.
Paul hated to leave Natsuko "exposed" in the family room, but she would be safe enough until he got back. His mother could not poke her nose into the trunk without the key and there was still almost 3 hours till the movers came. Even if he was still at the ER at noon, he could call his mother and instruct her to NOT let the movers touch the trunk since they were only supposed to pick up the items going to storage and the trunk was going to the apartment.
