Jill in a Box 2: Miss Sophie

story continued from part one

Authors Note: A little later than planned here is part 2 of Jill in a box thanks to everyone who commented and on the forum and sent emails it was much appreciated. I'm writing part 3 now  as well so they’ll be more to come.

Jill In a Box

Part 2: Miss Sophie

Sophie smiled at me, she was being so cool about this, which just added to my embarrassment.

I’m sure others would have tried to take advantage I mean she had her phone right there in her hand. It would have been the work of but a moment to take a photo of me lying there naked in my box or even make probably the kinkiest unboxing video yet.

But she didn’t.

Don't get me wrong I’m sure she was enjoying seeing me here like this, gagged, naked, cuffed and locked in the old box I had brought with the excuse that it was helping me keep my little room in the uni halls clean. Even if that wasn’t the case the fact that I had been forced to text her from within the box to come and rescue me after a self-boxing session had gone wrong and I had properly trapped myself within the box.

But the only evidence she gave was an enigmatic smile as he looked at me there and a slight wrinkle in her nose as I guess the smell of me and the accident I had in the box reached her pretty nose. She laughed seemingly just to break the silence as my eyes adjusted to the light after a night locked in the box.

To my eyes at least she had never looked more beautiful. Sophie had Norwegian ancestry apparently and it did show in her. She was tall 185 cm, a good size taller than me
quite heavily built as well but heavily built as in muscle and bone she was by no means fat, she looked like she was used to pulling sleighs or cross country through snow or launching longboats on raiding trips. I’d say she was a Valkyrie if it didn't have so many other interpretations. That coupled with the ash blonde hair, blue eyes and that little chin with its oh so sweet dimple and you can see why she set hearts a flutter all across campus.

“Well, well, well,” she said as the world came back into contrast, “I’m going to love hearing the story for this one I think.”

I groaned half forgetting the gag wiggling and trying to sit up

“Oh you poor little slut!” Sophie said with genuine concern in her voice, “let’s get you out of there. Can you sit up?”

I tried to sit up but after so long my muscles burned and cramped as I struggled to pull myself up. Sophie reached out and offered her hand for me to grab and with a small grunt pulled me up and into a tight hug and then with one hand on my bottom lifted me from the box back down onto the floor.

I don’t know if it was the night of fear and worry, the physical strain of being trapped for so long or the shame of being caught like this but I broke down the moment my feet touched the floor. If I hadn’t been wearing the gag I would have bawled like a baby, but as it was I heaved and sobbed with the rush of emotions burying my face in Sophie’s neck as she cooed softly and stroked me.

“It’s alright, it’s OK, you’re safe now Jill,” Sophie repeated as she guided me to my bed and lay me down on a towel she must have thrown onto my duvet before she opened the box. “It’s ok , you’re safe now, it’s over,” she continued holding and stroking me for about twenty minutes as I tried to calm down. Eventually I got a hold of myself and with dawning realisation remembered that I was lying naked and tied up on my bed with my crush stroking and holding me.

Sophie must have felt me relaxing as she untangled herself from me then scooted over a little and rolled me onto my back before wiping my face with some of the tissues I kept by the bed.

“There that’s better” she said smiling before asking, “now where are your keys Jill?.”

I grunted and pointed to my desk, Sophie retrieved the second set of keys in a moment then carefully undid my gag being ever so gentle and offering me a drink from her sports flask, which again she must have brought with her. I drank greedily after so long gagged I was hellishly thirsty but as soon as my thirst was dealt with and I couldn’t taste rubber I said, “Thank you so much you saved me!”

“My absolute pleasure Jill,” she said stroking some hair from my face, “but I meant what I said, I want to hear how you ended up in there.”

I told her everything from being a kid to finding the box, the whole of my kinks history. It was strange but lying their naked and still tied up it felt like this was a confessional moment. Sophie listened and giggled at the funny or naughty bits, nodded and even told a bit of her own story. Mostly though she made me feel safe, I resolved that even if I had read things wrong and she wasn’t into girls I would be the best friend I could be for her.

Throughout my confession, Sophie stroked and caressed my naked and restrained body, the keys were just on the bedside table but I just couldn’t ask for them. She never actually stroked me in an overtly sexual way or area, despite my obvious inability to stop her from doing so. If anything it made this more intimate than sexual stroking would be. I savoured each stroke feeling secure and caress feeling deliciously cared for. Though I was also aware that here I was with a pet collar band tag being stroked like an animal, and while I felt that as a strong modern woman I should be repulsed I was actually enjoying the experience

It was sometime after 11.30 when two pressing needs made themselves known it was with reluctance that I sat up and then stiffly walked to the bathroom but the promise of dinner with Sophie at Wellaby's, an off campus restaurant famed for its huge all-day breakfasts and pancakes made it a worthwhile sacrifice.

Still it seemed my embarrassment quota wasn't over for the day. After wearing them for so long I just plain forgot that I was still cuffed and it was only when I went to wipe myself that I remembered. I guess Sophie must have realised what was going on as she came knocking just as I needed her again, it may not have been as embarrassing as being caught in the box but I still turned a pretty shade of pink according to Sophie as she wiped my pussy clean.

Yet it seemed so natural to defer, to submit to her gentle ministrations, and how the thought of submitting sent chills up my spine. I should have felt horribly humiliated about the entire thing but instead there was giddy excitement and yes embarrassment, but that was more than outweighed by what I felt was the erotic charge.

Could it be then that Sophie didn’t find me attractive, she hadn’t tried anything overtly sexual she had stroked my sides, back, tummy and face. She had held me when I was sobbing but hadn’t ventured below my belly button or groped my breasts or even tried more than a fraternal kiss.

On the other hand though Sophie also hadn’t untied me or brought me clothing or even a blanket or something to cover me and while she could have just unlocked me she had instead chosen to take control of such an intimate thing as wiping my pussy, and she had lingered there.

I very much wanted to go out there and declare my love, I still didn’t actually even know if Sophie was gay or bi or straight, for all I know she could have a boyfriend or something. I made my mind up to remember this morning as the beautiful wonderful experience of being rescued and intimate with Sophie and see what happened.

We did go to Wellaby's after for that late brunch and while I had a great time, we seemed to talk about anything other than what happened. After that within couple of days everyone scattered as we all went home for the Christmas break.

I threw myself into my coursework assignments and the preparation for Christmas, still I found myself thinking about Sophie everyday wondering what she was doing, worrying about what she thought of me and yes fantasising about being in her arms again.

I don’t know if it was the effect of the box or being back home with its paper thin walls and parents being on top of me all the time but I just couldn’t relax enough to really enjoy these fantasies and each attempt left me horny and frustrated.

It was with delight then that I reacted when my phone beeped early on Christmas morning with a message from Sophie with a picture of her Christmas tree and the message,

'Lots of boxes but nothing as good as what I found in your box this year, maybe you’ll be under my tree next year?'

The thought of being wrapped up in a Christmas box flashed through my mind.

In my fantasy the box was stacked under the tree complete with wrapping paper a bow and a gift tag saying 'To Sophie a naughty girl for a good girl From Santa' and left under the tree waiting to be unwrapped by Sophie, and it was only Sophie this time no mystery dom. Just Sophie laughing that sweet burbling laugh as she tore away wrapping paper to show me in a doll box complete with plastic window and range of naughty accessories...

I leaned back the bed creaking and bumping against the wall.

“Are you Ok Dear?” My mum called from the other room.

”Yeah Mum, I’m fine,” I called back as the scene drifted from my mind to be replace with unfulfilled lust.

That was pretty much the pattern for the rest of the holiday. I had got used to my regular session in the box and the orgasm that came with them, at home I had no outlet for this and gradually got more frustrated through the holiday to the point that mum was asking if I was well. Fortunately I was able to blame the stress of assignments to throw her off the scent but still had to hide how eager I was to return to university, my dorm and my box.

On top of this Sophie and I were now talking and texting each day, at first it was just as friends but as new year came around we were talking pretty openly about sex and Sophie's particular specialty of Bondage. She was so happy that she could talk to someone “open minded” about bondage and we chatted for seemingly hours about it by the end I was pretty much identified as a submissive and was even talking openly about being bi-sexual.

Sophie gave me a whole induction about how to play with bondage safely, even going as far as to break down to what had gone wrong with my little box session and soberingly, what else could have gone wrong which was as scary as when that lock clicked shut.

In the end I promised not to use the box again without letting her know. I tried to convince myself that this was just a sensible precaution after my last experience but in my fantasies I was already asking Sophie for permission to cum.

The holiday seemed to drag on, a week before I was due back my assignments were complete, I had caught up with everyone. Moreover after three weeks of scant privacy, I was ready to return to the sanctuary of my dorm room and yes the quiet, dark of my box.

I ran into Sophie within minutes of opening my door we hugged and I invited her into my room for a drink and a chat. To me it was surprising how normal things were between us as she sat on my bed where she had held me and stroked me whilst I was naked and tied up and talked about all the banality of the Christmas holiday, of strange presents and funny relatives and little family traditions.

Sophie told me about her Niece's new guinea pigs, I told her about the vixen my Mum was looking after, but it was through that we the conversation turned.

“She looked so sad there in her cage but she’s getting better,” I said.

“A vixen in a cage, I bet you were jealous!” Sophie said chuckling at her own joke as I playfully gave her a shove.
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“Meanie, besides I can’t do anything fun at my Mums place, the walls are like paper and my room is right next to mums and the living room.”

“So how long has it been since you last ‘Had fun’?“ Sophie asked dropping in the air quotes with her fingers.

“Soophie...“ I whined, ”what would you say if I asked you that?”

“Last night in my room with my magic wand thinking of Emma Watson!” she replied grinning broadly.

“Your magic wand? Is that a Harry Potter thing?” I asked my curiosity piqued.

“Yeah right! Clitiros engorgio!” we both laughed this time at Sophie’s reply, “No my dear Jill,” she continued, “it's a mains powered super powerful vibrator, I’ll have to bring mine over for you to see some time.“

I giggled, “Sure you just want me to see it?” I asked surprised at my own implied offer

“Mmm well maybe more you little slut, but first really how long has it been?”

“Well umm since you found me?”

“You mean you haven’t cum in what... nearly a month!” Sophie exclaimed.

“Well no.“ I answered flushing again.

“You must be nearly crazy. so how come you didn’t get your knickers off the moment you got in.”

“Well l’d I’d like to but...” I looked to the box in the corner, I knew how pointless it was for me to try and just frig myself now I knew that being in the box being secure in the dark was the only way I had found to relax my body enough to reach the orgasmic heights I now craved. “But what if I get trapped again?”

“Oh Jill you really need to be in there to cum?” I nodded by way of mute reply. “Well there is one option.”

“There is?” I asked

“Well I’m here, I’m still sorting out my room. So I could lock you in there and then you could have fun and when I’m done I’ll let you back out.” 

My mind blanked right there she was offering to....

“I’d be with you so you’d be safe and you’d be locked in properly as well and I know you were trying to get that feeling of being actually locked up.” Sophie continued mistaking my brain numbed ecstasy for doubt, “and it’s not as if I haven’t seen you naked so you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

I nodded.

“Is that a yes Jill?”

“Yesss” I said softly

“Do you have your toys?” Sophie asked

“Yes they are in the bottom drawer.”

“OK Jill, I’m Miss Sophie now do you understand?” I nodded again in reply to Sophie’s question. “What was that? I’m sure I didn’t hear a reply!” Sophie continued smiling as a surge of excitement ran up my spine of the thought of this new kinky game.

“Yes Miss Sophie,” I replied leaping joyfully into the submissive role.

“Good girl, now your first instructions my little slut go into the bathroom, pee, poop, and strip for me then wait there in just that cute collar of yours. I’m going to go grab some things from my place I want to find you kneeling on the bathroom floor ready to be boxed up when I come back. Do you understand?”

“Yes Miss,” I replied revelling in how natural it felt to submit to Sophie.

“Good girl” and with that Sophie’s stood and left on whatever mysterious errand she need to run. 

There was a moment of conflict as I sat alone in my room. On the one hand Sophie had been true to her word and hadn’t told a soul about what she had discovered, on the other hand I was besotted with her and she seemed to want to be more than just friends with me. Certainly no one who was just friends I knew of spent their free time tying each other up, but then again no one I knew of went to these lengths to masturbate.

I thought for a moment about what this meant and whether this would ruin the friendship I so wanted with Sophie. There was no denying that this friendship was more intimate and unusual now, but then Sophie seemed so casual about it. Maybe I’d ask her... ask her after this though, I thought.

I quickly stripped down to my knickers then put on my collar leaving the drawer with my small collection of toys open, then went through to the bathroom and did as ordered.

I was kneeling there for about five minutes when I heard the door open and Sophie come in, she ignored me entirely going through to my room and apparently checking out my toy collection. I felt a submissive thrill run through my body realising how aroused I was, I shuffled my position closing my legs and covering myself with my arm and hand trying to retain a little modesty.

What felt like an eternity but was probably only a moment later Sophie appeared at the bathroom door she took one look at me and said. “Ooh you look so cute but if I were a strict dom I’d be annoyed with you for covering up, let’s talk as Sophie and Jill for a little bit OK?”

“Sure.”

“Jill I love being friends with you and you’ve already worked out that I'm gay, kinky and a dom but I think this will be the first time you’ve been in a sexual relationship right?”

“With a woman? yes” I said qualifying Sophie’s question.

“I actually meant with anyone?”

I blushed and asked with a trace of disappointment, “Do I have virgin written on my head?”

“No of course not you told me a lot when I rescued you though,” Sophie smiled, “The thing is Jill a Dom and sub relationship like we seem to be embarking on can be very, very intense and I don’t want to hurt or frighten you. So I want you to understand that if it gets too much you can always tell me. Do you remember what we said about safe sane and consensual.”

“Yeah you were telling me off for putting myself in there knowing I could be trapped.”

“Yes well it also works when there are two of us like this, what I want to do today my dear Jill is to inspect you that will involve me probing your mouth, pussy and ass at least as well as making you stand in some awkward very revealing positions, then I'm going to tie you up with your cuffs, gag you and lock you in your box. I’m not going to tell you how long you will be in there for but you’ll be free by ooh let’s say 7pm.“ I gulped it was only 2pm now. “But I’ll also put something in your pussy and ass to keep you amused. Are you ok with this?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Ok your safety word when you're not gagged is Red Red Red, your safety action outside your box is clicking your fingers three times, and inside your box I want you to tap out SOS in Morse do you know that?”

“dot dot dot dash dash dash dot dot dot”

“That's my girl,” Sophie said smiling again, “there is one more thing I want to do, when you are all boxed up I’m going to take you somewhere. I'm not going to tell you where but you will leave this room in the box and come back to this room in the box, I will be very careful and I’ll be with you at all times, OK Jill?“

I pondered that for a moment, there were only a few other people in the halls at the moment and this was so intoxicating a thought I couldn’t resist it, “Ok yeah I’m fine with that just don’t abandon me.”

“I won’t I promise, well now shall we begin?”

“Yes Miss Sophie” I replied eagerly ginning.

“And what are you smiling about Girl?“ Miss Sophie replied her voice turning stern, “Is that how a girl like you kneels before her Miss? Knees apart let me see that slutty snatch of yours!”

A surge of lust ran from deep inside me to my pussy, I bit my lip and then did as she told me to spreading my legs lewdly, my pussy clearly visible to Miss Sophie.

“That’s better now put your hands together behind your head, knit those naughty fingers together?”

Again I complied feeling how this thrust my chest and nipples out and straightened my back. I felt completely exposed there on my own bathroom floor, a cool little draft darting across my nipples and down to my glistening pussy lips. Sophie pulled my wrist cuffs out from her pocket and fastened them to my wrists then each other, securing my hands behind my back in the quick practice manner of someone who had used cuffs many times before.

“Good girl” Sophie said stepping back an inspecting me coolly, ”Remember this position my dear little slut if I say kneel I expect you to be like this in 8 seconds.”

“Yes Miss,” I replied, Sophie lifted my chin looking into my eyes, her smile comforting me immensely as she carried on stroking me gently, I was awash with a sea of emotions I felt naughty sexy and yes slutty but also loved and protected by Sophie and an urge to perform to show her how good I could be. Sophie held my gaze for a moment her eyes seemingly inspecting me for any doubt or trepidation. 

“Good girl, now stand for me hands behind her back and legs apart!” Sophie commanded I complied, “well done this is the Inspect position remember this one as well.”

“Yes Miss So..” I started replying but suddenly she was touching me, cupping my breast with her hand and squeezing my backside I gasped out loud and struggling to stay in the inspect position

“God you are so sexy like that Jilly” Sophie continued stroking my ass she slowly moved her hand to my front.

I knew I was aroused but I shuddered when her fingers stroked the lips of my pussy, slowly running up and down my swelling and moistening sex, stopping to circle my clit in the most knowing, passionate, sexual experience of my life. I bit my lip trying to stay quiet as long as I could but then her thumb brushed my clit and I just had to moan but even as I opened my mouth she was there kissing, frenching me her tongue invading my mouth and silencing me as she pressed me up against the cabinet lifting me onto it.

She held the back of my head pressing me into the kiss, her tongue pressing mine down stifling my moans leaving me gasping and breathless, my chest heaving for air a lust filled dizziness filling my head as she teased my clit from its hood thumbing it tenderly but with a firm passion as she teases my pussy lips with her fingers separating and stroking each sensitive fold.

I hung on the edge of the first orgasm anyone had ever given me I could feel my body convulse, it would only take a single stroke to send me over the edge when suddenly she stepped back took her hands away, stopped kissing me and left me stupefied half sitting on the counter gasping.

“You’re right on the edge aren't you my dear little slut?” Sophie asked

“Yes Miss,” I panted, “oh god yes Miss.”

“Good todays lesson is Miss decides when you cum!” Sophie unclipped my cuffs then took, my pink leather handled leash I had brought with the tag and clipped it to my collar then turned and commanded, “heel!”

Of course thinking about it she meant for me just to follow so call it the result of several years of pent up submissive fantasies being suddenly being realised that made me drop to my knees and follow her crawling on all fours.

We only took a couple of steps before Sophie realised that something wasn’t quite right, she turned took a glance at me and then smiled as broadly as she ever had done. “Well you are full of surprises aren’t you, maybe I should get a cage for you set up in my room so you can spend the night there on a doggy bed!”

I blushed scarlet again though by now I was certain my blush was being burnt in, I didn’t know what to say but hung my head in embarrassment.

“Another time maybe but for now let’s get my girl into storage.” Sophie continued.

We walked into my room and Sophie tugged on my lead pulling me to my feet, I stood naked in my room on the cusp of a new adventure as Sophie gathered ankle cuffs, chains and a bag together.

“Show me your safety action,” Sophie commanded. I clicked my fingers in quick response and Sophie continued, “good girl” then came at me with my ball gag pressing it to my lips I opened my mouth and stayed still as she buckled and locked it in place.

Sophie held me close letting me acclimatize to the gag before guiding my hands in front of me and clipping my cuffs together once more, she pushed me down onto the bed and fastened my ankle cuffs in place and then to my utter devastating surprise kissed my labia running her tongue down the length of my sensitised sex.

I bucked and moaned as loudly as the gag let me as long licks turned to quick little darts and then swirling spirals around my clit, Sophie sucked and tugged on my clitty with her lips before zig-zagging and lapping at my pussy lips with her tongue, as she strummed my clit with the tip of her thumb, I gushed nectar it was sweet cunny nectar as she played with me moaning and shuddering as she tugged at my clitty again making me squeak and squirt her face with my cunny juice.

I was ready to cum but all too soon she stopped leaving me again on the precipice of orgasm.

“Sorry my sweet slut I should have asked first but I just couldn’t resist!” I had no idea why she was apologising I had very few ideas at all at this point I just wanted her lips on my pussies lips again.

Sophie urged me to my feet again and my blanket covered box awaited, she helped me lie down on my back in the box butt to the wheeled wall on the bottom this time then she folded me up and secured my ankle cuffs to my wrist cuffs leaving my pussy open but frustratingly out of reach, It was going to be a bit more of a tight fit like that with the lid closed but didn't feel too uncomfortable.

I thought she was going just going to lock me up but Sophie seemed determined to make this something to remember, Sophie smiled showed me a pair of nipple clamps on a short chain then clipped each one in place rising a squeal from me as she did so, with some string she tied the chain from the clamps to the D ring of my wrist cuffs with just enough tautness that any movement would tug on my nipples

Again she gave me a moment to adjust to and explore my bonds before she came back with the last surprise, she held packet there for me to see, a sealed large looking remote controlled vibrating dildo. She opened it up giggling as she did and adding, “Just think of this as stabilising post my dear we wouldn’t want you to shift in transit.” With a little bit wiggling she slipped the thick and long dildo into my slick cunny and then suction cupped it to the side of the box.

“There all ready for shipping!” Sophie teased smiling and added, “show me your safety signal” with a bit of effort I tapped out sos in Morse and we repeated it a couple of times to be certain.

“Good girl” Sophie said, “well its 2.40 and the courier is due to be here at 3.30, so let’s get you out there “

My eyes went wide she hadn’t mentioned couriers before. I hoped like hell she was joking about that but I didn't have time for me to say anything as before I could respond Sophie closed the lid locking me into the box.

In the darkness thoughts swirled chaotically around my head: I was trapped! This was one of my biggest fantasies to be locked in a box like this, and I truly was now locked with no control but just the faith that Sophie would let me out. I tried to reach to stroke my clit only for the nipple clamps to bite on me as I reached for my filled cunny. Oh God I was horny, tied up and locked away in this box by Sophie.

The movement was sudden and unexpected. It seemed Sophie had decided it was time for my trip, the box shifted maybe 45 degrees onto its wheels making me slide down on the dildo stabilising rod and shift a little tugging at my nipples as I landed with stifled grunt.

The moment Sophie had me on wheels she turned on the vibrator I swear I squealed loud enough for her to hear me and then the spinning began. Sophie was trying to disorient me enough so that I had no idea what was going on or what direction we went. It certainly worked within a moment I couldn’t tell you what was left or right between the spinning and the vibe getting more and more powerful lost all sense of direction and to my delight I came hard.

I vaguely remember hearing a ping and realising that we must have been in a lift but I returned to earth and my predicament when I heard the wheels tone changes as we went from smooth laminate floors to concrete paving and at the same moment the vibe in my dildo buried deep in my cunny switched off.

‘Oh god!’ I thought as realization dawned, ‘she had taken me outside!’

The box bounced down the rough path the solid plastic wheel sending every bump and crack in the paving into the box and more importantly the vibe and my pussy. I twitched and moaned as I tried to steady myself only to have the clamps tug and bite harder on my poor abused nipples.

This was my fantasy I was cargo boxed up being shipped, a random box no one knew that there was a girl in here, I had no idea where I was going and I wasn’t scared at all. A wheel bounced in a hole on the path jerking me in the box stealing my footing from me and planting me even deeper onto the dildo. I gushed again moaning as the tip of the dildo found a deep sensitive spot inside me then the whole box me include tilted back up driving the dildo firmly against me.

I came.

It was explosive, it was delirious I felt over my whole body, my whole being. I screamed, I clenched the dildo tightly and I rammed my hands to my clit squealing again as the clamps bit as though I were hanging by my boobs still I frigged my clit not caring as wave after wave of delight crashed over my body.

Outside in the real world the box and Sophie, it and its contents caretaker stood quietly on the train station platform. Even were you were standing right next to her you would have had no idea of its contents of the case or what had just happened inside it, the closest to a clue you might have got was Sophie’s small enigmatic smile as she reached into her pocket and pressed a button on a remote control.

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