Not Just Another Box

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..."

Suddenly Natsuko felt something ICE cold against her engorged clitoris and yelped before she could stop herself. If the wall had been any weaker, she surely would have backed up right through it into the next room.

"There - that's better! That seems to have dropped all of your arousal indicators right down." Paul exclaimed as he withdrew whatever ice cold object he had placed between Natsuko's legs. "Sorry about that my pet, but I really needed a baseline and to get that I needed you completely UN-aroused. I assume you're not feeling aroused at all right now?"

Natsuko nodded meekly. After that experience she wasn't even sure she could even remember what aroused felt like.

"Ok, now you can start playing with yourself. Just make sure you let me know before you come and as close as possible to exactly when you come so I can mark it in the data."

Paul had definitely figured out how to reduce her arousal level to zero, between having her intimate parts flash frozen and then being told to "perform" like a piece of machinery she was definitely starting from zero. But she reminded herself what this was all for, and realized Paul must clearly be going WAY above and beyond her original request. She began fantasizing about being back in the trunk's secure embrace, about having it tease and torment her. Before long she was rapidly climbing the arousal ladder again. The two plus weeks of denial had taken their toll and before she knew it, she was right on the edge and signalled Paul mere seconds before she had an amazing toe curling, mind blowing orgasm.

"Excellent! Now I just need 3 or 4 more like that and we'll be done."

Natsuko was still trying to catch her breath as his words hit him, "3 or 4 more?!?"

"Oh my God" she thought, "this new and improved trunk is going to be the death of me before it's even finished!" But being the good little submissive that she is, she started all over again. "Heh", she giggled to herself, "I guess there are worse ways to spend an evening".

...

The next day (Thursday night) Paul emerged from the office bleary eyed just before midnight and told Natsuko that the trunk would be ready for "integration testing" tomorrow night as soon as the kids went down. With that he stumbled off and collapsed into bed, the first night in more than 2 weeks that he had done so before midnight.

...

Natsuko had not slept a wink that night - she was far too excited to sleep. All she could think about was finally being back in her trunk. This felt WAY worse than any childhood Christmas Eve she could remember. She had DESPERATELY wanted to finger herself, but Paul had only given her permission to do so during the calibration, so she had very anxiously waited. She had also not eaten anything since Paul's midnight announcement. Just as before moving day she wanted the feeling of being in the trunk as long as possible, even if Paul's testing was only for an hour or two.

After the kids were down Paul had Natsuko close her eyes, guided her into the walk in closet of their bedroom, and then asked her to open her eyes.

Natsuko did so and couldn't stop herself from being underwhelmed.

"I know what you're thinking..." Paul started, "... it probably doesn't look any different than it used to. Well, that was part of the idea - I wanted it to look like any and every other trunk of its type. There are a few improvements you can't see, such as the three tiny web cams in places no one will notice them or that I've wired all the steel reinforced parts of the trunk together on the inside to turn them into a giant antenna - but I'll explain those later. The only thing you might notice if you looked closely is the old locking hasps in the front have been replaced with internally locking hasps; the trunk can only be unlocked and opened from the inside." Cutting her off before she could ask how that worked, he opened the trunk, and now Natsuko's jaw dropped.

If he hadn't shown her the outside first, she would never have guessed this was the same trunk. EVERYTHING inside was different. It looked like Paul had completely rebuilt it from scratch, and before she could even guess at all the new additions Paul interrupted her again.

"Now I'm going to show you how to lock yourself in here, so I want you to pay careful attention. I'll explain some of the new enhancements as we go. Let's start by putting on the cuffs and collar we used to help calibrate you and the computer a couple of nights ago. They might look a bit different since I've now fitted them with special D-rings that match fittings in the trunk. When the trunk is ready for you all you have to do is put your arms, legs, waist and neck in the right spots and the trunk will lock you in for the duration of the session."

Natsuko's arousal jumped several notches at the thought the trunk could now (in a very real way) reach out and grab her and hold her "for the duration of the session." Just what did Paul mean by that and just what was this computer he had calibrated her to? She bit her lip, trying to suppress all the questions popping into her mind, and put the cuffs and collar on just as she did before, thanking her lucky stars they didn't seem to be connected yet lest she need another ice treatment to get her back to her baseline.

"Let's move on to this next..." he said holding up what looked to be a brand new and also completely rebuilt "chastity" belt. "The belt has dildos front and back that not only vibrate but can also shock, heat up, and even apply cold to your intimate parts. The pad over your clitoris has all the same features. The hot and cold parts I tweaked out of some USB cup heater / coolers." Paul said proudly holding it out for her to put on.

Natsuko couldn't have closed her jaw if she wanted to - Electricity? Hot and cold? Just what on earth did Paul have planned for her?!?

She reached out timidly, as if it might bite her and took the belt from Paul's hand. She turned it around till she had the butt plug in front, and slowly slid it in and out several times, using all the surplus moisture from her already VERY active pussy to lubricate it. She then turned it around again, lined everything up front and back (being careful of the wires hanging off it) and eased it in, shuddering slightly as she felt them slowly slide in and "pop" into place as they became firmly seated inside and against her. Paul took great pleasure in sliding the unique lock into the belt and sealing her in. Natsuko did not think she could be any more aroused than she was at that moment, that is, until what came next.

Turning around he picked up something that made her swollen nipples get even harder as he passed it to her and continued, "I mounted a brand new version of your breast pumps into a kind of bra harness that will hold it tightly to your breasts while you're locked inside. I modified it so the hoses go to a high capacity reservoir hidden in the trunk so you can be milked according to your regular schedule and the trunk will store several days' worth. I'm not sure exactly how quickly it will fill since I have it set to recycle some of the milk into your drinking tube now and then, but I'll get to that in a minute. I've also attached similar pads - vibrating, shock and heat - to these as the ones in the belt. I had to skip cold because it made it too heavy but, even as it is the trunk will be able to play with your breasts and nipples and milk you too!"

Natsuko felt her knees get weak as Paul showed her how to put it on. With every new item Paul showed her the trunk was taking more and more control of every facet of her body and her life. She would be utterly at its mercy, and Paul wasn't even done yet!

"The last item for you to put on is this..." he held up a bizarre head harness looking thing. "It has display glasses that go over your eyes, sound blocking speakers for your ears, and a very special gag for your mouth."

"When the display is on you will see what looks like an 80 inch computer screen as if you were standing 5 feet away. When it's off, it is will act like a blindfold. It will be connected to the same computer as everything else so it can show you what's going on outside the trunk via those cameras I mentioned before, or I can have it play any video or set of images I want for you."

"The earphones work much the same way. They are noise cancelling so when the computer isn't providing you audio you won't be able to hear a thing."

"The gag also has a small microphone built in so the trunk will be able to hear you grunt, which should be useful if I ever need to ask you yes or no questions while you're inside. You know, "grunt once for yes, twice for no" kind of thing. I'll also be able to tell when you're moaning in pleasure no matter where the trunk is, which should be fun for me." Paul's face took on a mischievous grin when he said that.

"The gag also has an air hole, so even if you're nose gets stuffed up you won't asphyxiate yourself. I didn't want to endanger our household milk supply by having you get dehydrated or malnourished even if you're just in there for a day or two, so that tube going into the gag is connected to a small button next to where your left hand will be. Press the button and suck on the gag and you'll get either water or breast milk - the computer will decide which to give you. I figure the milk will give you some nutrients and will extend how long you can be in there while also keeping the size of the milk reservoir down."

"Now before we do our first trial run, I should point out a couple of things while you can still see." Paul was clearing enjoying stretching this out for her, "The false bottom has been rebuilt to have the absolute latest high efficiency - high safety battery packs, similar to the ones in electric cars. If I did my math right, they should power a completely disconnected trunk for about 10 days give or take. In here are the brains of your new trunk", he said pointing to an area directly in front of where her head would be when she sat inside.