My Lovely Slave Marie 1

As this is my first real packaged story, I would appreciate any feedback regarding what I got right, and what I got wrong.  I tried to focus on a human relationship, with the packaging being an element that added to the fun.  I hope you all enjoy this story, as I had fun writing it. A special thanks goes to Tiedash, who proof read the first two parts of the story.
 

It was quiet in the house.  Fish swam through the large aquarium.  Wind whispered seductively from outside. 

Young Oliver wasn’t awake to hear any of it.  His deeply relaxed body of twenty-three years lay out on his black leather couch, resting in a pleasant sleep.

He yawned, smiling at a wonderful dream he was having.  There was a beautiful woman, slowly slinking across his body.  She was smiling, a smile of real happiness and desire.  Her gloved fingers, covered in oh so seductive rubber, began to pull at his…

A loud ringing noise interrupted the dream.  With a snap, Oliver awoke and groaned as the lovely woman vanished from his dream like a puff of smoke blown to the wind.

The ringing noise assaulted his ears, commanding his attention.  Oliver saw that it was the phone that was ringing.

Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he slowly walked to the phone and picked it up.  “Hello?”  He muttered in a tired voice.

“Oliver!”  The voice was familiar, but distant.  Who was it?  Ah yes, Paul.

“What is it Paul?  This had better be good.”

“Trust me buddy, you’ll want to hear this.”

“I’m listening.”  Oliver yawned, his senses still groggy.

“Listen, I’ve just been called away from town.  My cousin is getting married this weekend and I have a pet that needs to be taken care of.  Could you possibly take care of her for the weekend?”

Oliver thought.  “What kind of pet is it?  You know I don’t like dogs or cats.”

“It’s not one of those.” 

Hmm.  That was good.  But Oliver was still not convinced.  “Is it going to be difficult to take care of?”

“No, it’s really simple.  I’d tell you over the phone, but I’m in a real hurry.  Will you do it?” 

Well, he didn’t have anything going on over the weekend.  “Well, OK.  I’ll do it.”

“Great!”  Paul said, very excited.  “I’ll be right over.”  And with a click the call was disconnected. 

Putting the phone back on its receiver, Oliver wondered what to wear.  Better get a bathrobe on. 

Paul arrived sooner then Oliver was expecting.  He had barely put on his black fleece pants and green robe when the doorbell rang.  Walking to the front door, he opened it and was greeted by Paul’s rushed form.

“Hey pal!  Sorry I can’t stay around to help, but here she is.”  Oliver looked behind Paul and saw a rather large wooden box, very long and narrow enough to be a coffin, but at the same time is was tall enough to contain a small cow.

With great effort, Paul moved the box into Oliver’s entrance room and placed it next to the doorway.  “I’m afraid that’s all the time I have.”  Paul said anxiously, looking at his watch.  “This letter will tell you everything you need to know.  I’ll be back on Monday morning to pick her up.”

Paul gave Oliver an envelope, turned and rushed out the door, giving off a rushed “goodbye” as he jumped into his van and drove away.

Curious as to what was inside the box, Oliver closed and locked the front door.  Crouching next to the box, he listened intently.  There was a slow and steady breathing coming from within.  There were several keyless locks set into the lid, making sure that whatever was inside was not coming out. 

Figuring he’d better read about what to do with his temporary pet, Oliver opened the envelope, unfolded the paper inside and started to read. 

“Oliver,” it read.  “Thanks for taking this on at such short notice.  My pet’s name is Marie, and she’s a beauty.  She has learned to obey any commands given to her, which she will then carry out to the best of her ability.”

“She has a sharp, independent mind, but she’s perfectly happy doing what you want her to do.  I’ve found that rewarding her with hugs, kisses, and lots of affection is the best way to ensure that she’s happy and content.”

“I’ve packed some of her favorite toys and outfits into the box she’s in.  Because of the risk of her running loose and rampant, I always make sure she’s restrained with at least a pair of shackles and wrist-cuffs, which you will already find on her.  If you need more of her toys, you can find them in the storage shed behind my house.”

“I usually feed her some soup and crackers, but you can also give her some meat or rice if she’s been extra good.  Hopefully, you won’t have any problems.  Call me if you do.” 

With that, the letter ended.  Oliver was definitely interested in what was inside the box.  “Well, better open it and find out.”  He thought.

Unlocking the crate was a simple task.  The locks were not sealed by key combination.  There was only a button that needed to be pressed to unlock them.

After a few seconds, the locks were undone.  Taking the lid, Oliver opened it, surprised at its weight.  What awaited him inside the box took his breath away.

There was a woman inside the box.  A very beautiful woman, he noted to himself.  She was lying on what looked like aqua colored foam, apparently asleep.  She was stark naked.  But Oliver found that he didn’t mind one bit.  Gave him the chance to look over her perfectly shaped body.

The woman’s eyes opened.  The green pupils looked around and focused on him.  She stretched slightly within the box, stretching stiff limbs. 

“You’re Oliver aren’t you?”  She asked.

“Um…yes.”  Oliver said, not quite sure what to make of this.  “And you’re Marie, I take it?”  The woman smiled.

“Master must have told you about me.”  She said.  “He told me I would be placed in good hands while he was away.”

“Master?”  Oliver asked, dumbfounded.  “You don’t mean he keeps you as a slave?”  Marie smiled.

“Oh, I stay by my own free will.  When I was alone, had nothing, he took me in.  He gave me a place to stay, gave me food, and most importantly, he gave me his love.  So I’ve stayed with him ever since.” 

She looked at him, then smiled.  “Hmm…you’re cute.  I hope you’ll be a good master.  Could you help me out of here?” 

Oliver was a bit stunned for a few moments.  He, a master?  Hmm.  This could make for an interesting weekend. 

Reaching down, he took Marie’s hand and gently pulled her out.  She was pulled out of the body hugging foam. 

When she was standing beside her private box, she started shivering.  “Whew.”  She said.  “it’s cold.  Could I put on something master?”  Oliver nodded.

“Uh, yes, of course.” 

“Could you select something master?  Something to your taste?  I do want to appear pretty to you.” 

Oliver nodded, and started going through the box.  There were many trinkets and outfits inside it.  But a silver cat suit caught his attention.  Picking it up, he showed it to Marie.  “Will this do?”  He asked.  She smiled.

“Master, you decide what I wear.  Does it fit your tastes?”  Oliver thought.  This master deal was harder to adapt to then he thought. 

“Well…uhm…yes.  I think you would look rather good in it.” 

Marie smiled.  “Then I’ll put it on.”  She did so quickly, pulling the body-hugging suit on.  It fit her like a glove.  Oliver was pleased to see that it accented all her features very well.

Daring to be bold, he made a leap forward.  “I…I think you’d look good in this.”  He said, pulling out a large black leather collar. 

“Oh yes, that one is my favorite.”  Marie said.  “Please master, please put it on!” 

Oliver started to open it, but stopped.  A thought came to him. 

“Maybe I will, maybe I wont.”  He said.  Marie raised her eyebrow playfully.

“It depends on how long you’ll be willing to stay in that box.”  Oliver said, a smile rapidly growing on his face.  “Maybe I should keep you in there the entire weekend.” 

“Oh, please master, don’t do that.”  Marie teased.  “I only want the collar.” 

“Well…Ok.  I’ll be generous this time.”  Oliver said.  He approached Marie and carefully applied the collar around her neck, making sure that it was snug and tight.  “Is it… uhm… Comfortable?”  He asked.

Marie breathed deeply.  The collar did nothing to restrict her breathing.  “Yes.”  She sighed.  “Very comfortable.”

“Then I guess I should… how do you say it? Get you tussled up.”  Oliver said. 

“Oh yes master.”  Marie cooed.  “Please, do with me what you wish!  I only want to please you.” 

Oliver grinned.  “I think I might enjoy this.”  He thought to himself.

The next hour went by in a flash.  Oliver was very eager (but careful) to apply restraints (or as Marie called them, toys) to his new slave, who was all too happy to receive them.

In the end, Mara was collared, gagged, had her hands cuffed behind her back, her ankles connected by manacles, and had a chain leash connected to her collar. 

“There we go.”  Oliver said as he tightened the collar just a little bit.  “All nice and tussled up.  Do you feel good?”  Marie smiled as much as the gag would allow her. 

“Now, what to do next?”  Oliver pondered.  “I guess that because you’re my slave… I can do anything I want to you.”  He paced the floor in circles, while his slave waited.

“Hmm… this is so strange,” He said.  “I guess I’ll store you in the closet while ordering lunch.”

Taking Marie’s leash, he walked over to the nearest closet, Marie following closely behind.

Opening the closet door, he took off all the coats off the coat pole and quickly tied the leash around it.  He then walked behind his slave, took her cuffed wrists, and gently but firmly forced her into the closet.

“Now… uh…” He wasn’t entirely sure how to say it.

“You be a good slave and… uh… stay here while I order our food.”  Marie obediently sat down on the closet floor.  The leash was long enough so that she could lie down and not choke, so Oliver was not worried about that.”

As he began to close the door, he paused.  “By the way, what toppings do you like on pizza?”  He asked.

“Mmpchchhhhesesss.”

“I’m sorry, what?” 

“Mmmphchhessphhhh”

“Sorry,” he said.  “I guess I’ll just have to guess.”  With that, he closed the door.  Taking out a key, he locked it shut.  His slave was nice and safely locked up out of harms way.  Now, to order lunch.

It was quiet inside the dark closet.  Marie struggled to find a comfortable position she could lie down in.  The closet was certainly secure and tight.  She could probably escape if she wanted to, but why?  That would only make her new master upset.  And he seemed to be such a nice young man. 

She tried to smile behind her gag.  Though he was apparently unused to having a slave, he was adapting rather quickly.  She wondered what he would do to her over the weekend.  She could tell that he wasn’t the hurtful or violent type.  That was good.  She always felt so much safer in the care of one who liked her. 

She grunted slightly as she finally curled up into a fetal position.  This dark closet was quite small.  Marie hoped her master would be quick to release her from this prison.

Marie lay there for a long time, her mind trying to keep itself occupied while waiting for her release.  Her joints began to get a little sore, but her well-trained mind easily ignored the pain.  She’d felt much worse.

Finally, the sound of a key being inserted into the closet door reached her ears.  With a twist of the knob, the door was opened.  Marie squinted her eyes against the extremely bright light. 

“Are you ok?”  A concerned Oliver asked.  Marie mummphhed something that sounded like “Bmmine.”

“Oh, that’s good!”  He said, reaching over to untie her collar.  “I’ve got our lunch, so lets eat!”  Helping his slave to her feet, Oliver lead her out of the closet and into the dinning room.

Lunch was an interesting affair.  Marie sat in her cushy chair (tied down with several red straps), while her new master sat next to her.  Oliver had decided to be nice, and had temporarily taken Marie’s gag out of her mouth.

“So… what it’s like being a slave?”  Oliver asked curiously while biting into a slice of cheese pizza.  He had never met anyone like this lady before

“Depending on how good you are,” Marie answered.  “It can be quite an incredible experience.  If you’re bad, then it can still be a pleasurable experience.”  She looked at a fat slice of the pizza.  “Could you feed me a slice?”  She asked.  She moved her hands, the sound of the cuffs reminding her that her hands were unavailable for use.

Smiling, Oliver took the slice and held it up to her mouth, who proceeded to eat it.  “Does Paul do this?”  Oliver inquired.

“Yes.”  Marie said, a smile creeping over her face.  “It’s one of my favorite moments of the day, when master feeds me.  How he takes care of me when I can’t feed myself.”  A contented smile crossed her face.  “You happen to do well too.”  She commented softly. 

Oliver blushed, as he picked up another slice of pizza.  Marie opened her mouth, and her master fed her.

The rest of the afternoon was a quiet affair.  After lunch was over, Marie had her gag re-inserted.  Oliver unlocked the handcuffs from Marie’s wrists, only to enclose her upper body in a tight leather straightjacket.

As time went on, Oliver brought his slave to the living room and sat her on the couch.  Turning on the TV, the two watched a food channel. 

Oliver sat next to Marie the entire time, not entirely sure about how to show his rapidly-growing feelings for her.  Her arms were forced across her chest, so holding hands was out of the question.  What to do, what to do?

Marie was thinking to herself about what Oliver was planning.  She could sense that he wanted to show some affection to her.  She tried to smile, only to be reminded that she was wearing her thick ball gag. 

She discovered at that moment that she was having feelings of affection towards this young man as well.  She wanted to place her arm around him and hold him closely.  She tried to, only to be firmly reminded that her arm was locked into a sleeve that was tied around her chest. 

Oliver finally chose a course of action, and slowly reached over and put his arm around her straightjacketed shoulder.  She looked at him curiously, but with a friendly look. 

Reassured, Oliver squeezed her gently and snuggled closer to her.  Marie closed her eyes and let her young master cuddle her. 

Dinnertime was a quiet affair.  Master and slave ate some soup together, Oliver scooping the liquid into her mouth. The end of the day came fairly quickly, and with it, time for sleep.

Oliver had quite a time trying to find a sleeping place for his slave.  She had to be safely contained and kept snug.  He finally gave up and dragged her transport box into his bedroom. 

“So,” he said to his slave, taking out the ballgag.  “Do you have a preference in what you wear at night?”

“Well,” She said, “I do like this red suit I have.”  She walked over to her storage box and indicated inside the box.  Walking over, Oliver pulled out a bright red spandex body suit. 

“Hmm.”  He muttered happily.  “I think this would look good on you!”

Taking off Marie’s handcuffs and silver body suit, Oliver let her go to the bathroom and have a sip of water. 

When she was ready, Oliver let her get dressed into her new skin.  He busied himself trying to figure out what to lock onto his slave.  The belly belt, wrist and ankle shackles, and chains won out. 

When the zipper was fully up, Oliver presented the shackles and belt to his slave.  “Are you ready to be locked into these devices for an entire night?”  He whispered seductively. 

Marie smiled.  “You know, I think you’re getting the hang of being a master.” 

Oliver returned the smile.  “Then why don’t I get some practice locking you up?”  Marie grinned and extended her wrists.

Moving quickly, but slowly enough to enjoy the sound of locks snapping shut, Oliver placed the restraints on his slave, the black plastic manacles locking onto her wrists and her ankles. 

Taking the black belly belt, he wound it around her waist, snapped it shut, then took the chains attached to the manacles.  Gently, but firmly, he pulled the wrist chains through a hole in the front of the belt, and locked them there, so that Marie’s wrists were locked in front of her.

Holding the ankle chains, he wound them through the belt at the back, then locked them there as well. 

With his slave’s mobility locked up, he looked into her eyes.  Using his best authority voice, he spoke.  “I will lock you in your box overnight.  I’ll give you a small beeper.  If for any reason you need to get out, press the button, and I will free you.” 

“Yes master.”  Marie replied, testing out her wrist restraints.  They held her hands firmly together in front of her waist.

Turning around, she walked obediently over to her box.  Though she could get in fine by herself, Oliver decided to assist her, helping her put her legs inside, and then gently forcing her to lie down on the aqua colored packing foam.

When she was lying down, Oliver placed the beeper by Marie’s gloved hands.  Taking several blankets, he covered his slave to make sure she would be warm.  Fluffing her pillow, he lay her head on it.

“Sleep well my slave.”  He whispered as he slowly closed the lid.

“Goodnight, my master.”  Marie whispered back, just as the lid was closed.  Taking the lock, Oliver secured the lid.  His slave was now locked safely inside.  Nobody could get in or out. 

Yawning, he smiled as he walked to his bed.  As he drifted to sleep, the last thing he saw was the box, only a few feet away, containing his slave. 

 

12.06.05