My Lovely Slave Marie 2

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.
 

My lovely slave Marie: Part 2

“Oh yes master.  Oh… you’re so good at that… please, keep going!  I want you!  I want you!  I want to be your slave forever, as long as I live!  I… ”

The irritating buzz of the alarm clock shattered Oliver’s wonderful dream.  He lay there for several seconds before pounding the “off” button.

Several more seconds of moaning quietly followed.  “Well,” he thought.  “I can stay here in bed, or I can go down and make breakfast.”  The former almost won out, but a growling stomach persuaded him to choose the latter. 

Oliver got out of his warm bed and went downstairs.  Pulling out a box of cereal, he poured the milk and started eating.

He was halfway through when he suddenly remembered that he had a slave locked in a box in his room.

Leaving the cereal on the table, he quickly jogged upstairs to the room, where Marie’s storage box lay next to his bed. 

Quickly undoing the locks, Oliver opened the lid, and inspected the woman locked inside. 

Marie was still sleeping quietly, buried under the blankets that Oliver had lovingly placed on her the evening before. 

The opening of the lid made enough motion for Marie to awaken.  She opened her eyes and looked up at her master. 

Yawning, she spoke.  “Good morning master.  I hope you sleep well.”

“I think I should be the one asking you that!”  Oliver said.  “Did you sleep well?”

“Oh yes, it was wonderful.  I sleep in my box almost every night.”  She yawned, then continued.  “And the blankets you put on top of me were very warm and comfortable.”

“Well,” he said, blushing.  “I’m glad you liked them.”

Marie started to sit up.  “Could you take me out of here master?  I can cook you breakfast.”

“Really?  What kind of breakfast?”

“How about some breakfast burritos?”  Oliver’s eyes bugged out. 

“Wow, I love those!  Let me help you out of there.”  He pulled off the blankets and took hold of Marie’s shoulders.  Pulling hard, he lifted her off the packing foam and picked her up. 

When he was holding her, Oliver realized that this was the first time he had ever held a woman like this.  Hmm… what to do next?  “I think I’ll carry you downstairs.”  He offered.

Marie smiled and replied by doing her best to hold his shoulders affectionately.  With a big grin, Oliver carried his property downstairs.

Marie wasn’t kidding when she said that she could cook.  Oliver kept her locked in her restraints, though he released her wrist manacles from the belt around her waist, to allow her more movement to work.

With his smiling slave working in the kitchen, Oliver looked around in his various drawers, searching for a particular key.  He had gotten a dream last night, and it was one that had made him shiver in excitement.  What was more exciting was the fact that he had the power to make this dream come true.

“Your breakfast is ready master!”  Marie called from the kitchen. 

“Be right there in a minute sugar!”  The word “sugar” made Oliver pause.  Did he actually call his slave sugar?  Perhaps this was a good sign.  Maybe they were getting closer to each other emotionally.

Ah, there was the key!  Putting it in his pockets, Oliver went to the dinner table.

Marie walked in a few moments later, carrying two fat burritos.  As she set the burritos down on the table, Oliver saw that her red skin suit was damp with sweat. 

“After breakfast, I think you should change into something fresh.”  Oliver said. 

“Master, don’t you mean, “I think you’ll change into something fresh?”

Oliver grinned.  “Opps, my mistake.” 

Marie offered an understanding smile.  “That’s ok.  You’re still learning how to be a proper master.  But you’re improving every hour.” 

Oliver smiled.  “You know,” He said as he picked up the fat burrito in front of him.  “I think I’m starting to like being your master.”  He took a large bite.  “Mmm.  You cook the scrambled eggs very well.”  He said.

Marie only smiled.  But she let out a large grin when Oliver sliced off a bit of Marie’s burrito and offered it to her on a fork.

Breakfast was soon over.  Wiping away the bits near his mouth (and Marie’s), Oliver turned to his slave. 

“Mari… I mean, slave.”  He said sheepishly.  Marie gave a smile.  “You are to go upstairs and change into a fresh suit.  When you are finished, handcuff your hands in front of you, and shackle your wrists.  Is that… uh… understood?”

“Yes master.”  Marie said happily.  Giving a sigh of relief, Oliver took one of his keys and unlocked all of Marie’s restraints.  A thought came into his mind.  Reaching over, he took one of Marie’s hands in his own.  The skin was warm and soft. 

Marie said nothing.  She only smiled and squeezed his hand reassuringly.  Oliver led her out of the room and to the stairs.  He let go, and she walked up to his bedroom.

When the door was shut, Oliver wasted no time and went into the garage, searching for something.

Up in the bedroom, Marie peeled off her red skin suit and placed it next to her box.  Which one to wear next?  She went through her options.  Black, purple, yellow, or green. 
Yes, the purple one.  She hadn’t worn that one in a while.  Pulling the suit out of her box, she slowly stepped into it, pulling the suit over her skin.  It kissed her body, fitting her like a glove.  Time hadn’t worn it out. 

Zipping the suit up, she reached down into her box, where a pair of well-used handcuffs waited.  She placed one cuff over her left wrist and locked it down tightly, listening for the distinctive double “click” that indicated that the device was locked firmly.

Repeating the procedure for her right wrist, she then took a pair of leg cuffs and fastened them to her ankles.  When all the cuffs were locked down tightly, she slowly began to shuffle her way downstairs.  Judging by her young master’s looks, he had something big planned.  But what?

The answer was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.  It was a very large white plastic carrying cage. 

“Master, if I may ask, what is that?”  Marie asked curiously.

“It’s an animal carrying case, for oversized animals.  We’re going out for a little trip, and I thought that you would need better protection then a seat belt.”

Picking up the case, he began to walk outside.  “Follow me.”  He asked.  Marie shuffled down the stairs and followed her master out the door.  He closed and locked it, then walked into the driveway, where his station wagon was waiting. 

He opened the back and placed the large carrying case on the ground.  Marie shuffled up to him, knowing full well what was probably going to happen. 

Oliver turned to his slave.  “I want you to… uh… ” he stopped.  Marie guessed that he was trying to figure out how to say what was on his mind.  Better help him along. 

“You wish me to get inside the cage master?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s it!”  He said.  “How did you know?”  Marie smiled. 

“Lets just say a little bird told me.”  Getting down on her hands and knees, Marie struggled to get inside her cage headfirst.

It was difficult for her to get inside, as the entrance was not built for humans.  Oliver decided to give her some help.  Placing both hands on her latex covered bottom, he pushed.  “Is that helping?”  He asked. 

“A little bit.”  Came the tired response.  “Push a little more.”  Oliver did so.  “A little bit more master.”  Marie said.  Closing his eyes, Oliver pushed again, pressing his palms against Marie’s bottom and pushing against the firm flesh beneath the slick latex.

“Mari… I mean, slave, are you sure this is working?”  Oliver asked.

“Yes master.”  Marie said.  But Oliver could hear her giggling, trying to keep it quiet.  A lightbulb clicked on in his head.

“Wait a minute… ” he said, a grin coming on his face.  “You didn’t really need my help getting in did you?”

“No,” Marie admitted.  “I simply liked the feeling of you pushing me.”  Oliver sighed, smiling and shaking his head.

“Oh, you’re a naughty little one.”  He teased.  “I’ll have to punish you later!” 

Giggling, Marie drew her legs through the small door.  Peering inside, Oliver saw that his slave was curled up very tightly inside her traveling case. 

“Comfy?”  He asked.

“Yes master.  I’ve been in tighter places then this before.” 

“Well, don’t worry, this won’t be a long trip.  We’re heading down to Paul’s place for a bit.” 

With that, Oliver closed the cage’s mesh door and applied the pressure rods.  It was now impossible for Marie to open it from the inside. 

Oliver quickly walked away from the container, out of Marie’s sight.  Several minutes passed. 

“Master?”  Marie called out.  “Where are you?”  Wasn’t he supposed to put her in the back of the car?

“I’m here.”  Oliver said, walking up to the cage.  What he had bought him with startled Marie.  It was a bicycle.

“But… I thought we were going in the car Master.”  She said. 

“Ah, I know.  I wanted to trick you.  I think I’ll just pull you along in my small bicycle trailer.”

Inside her cage, Marie could not help but grin.  This young one was a bit more clever then he looked.

With a grunt, Oliver picked up the cage and placed it on the back of the bicycle’s trailer.  Taking several packing straps, he tied the cage down tightly. 

“There we go.”  He said, patting the cage.  “Now you be a good gir… I mean slave, and don’t talk.  If you do, I’ll have to gag and punish you later on!” 

Marie’s happy giggle confirmed her answer.  Putting on his helmet, Oliver got onto the bike and began pedaling down the street.

They went along steadily for several minutes without any incident. 

From her confinement inside the cage, Marie’s view of the world was rather small as the bike went down the street.  Her cage bounced slightly, but the packing straps held it tightly to the small trailer.  Oliver was whistling behind her as he pedaled steadily.

A few kids passed by the cage as it was towed down the street.  Then a family walking the dog.  Then an old couple.  Inside her cage, Marie watched curiously as the people glanced at the cage.  Did they see her inside?  She didn’t know.  How dark was it inside here?  She had been seen before in public like this, and it was a rush.

Her concern for her new master was what was on her mind.  How would he handle being seen with her like this?

“Ah, here we are!”  Oliver announced.  The bike slowly went up a long driveway, then slowly stopped. 

Oliver appeared in front of the cage.  “I’ll be right back.  I’m just going to be getting a few new toys for us to play with.”  Grinning, he turned and walked away. 

For the next several minutes, Marie lay curled up tightly in her cage, watching the world from her tiny viewpoint.  A few birds walked by.  A cat chased a large rabbit across the street.  An old couple walked in front of the driveway and stopped.

Wait a minute.  They stopped.  With a rush of horror, Marie realized that the aged woman was pointing at her cage.  She probably wanted to see what cute little furry animal was inside. 

The couple began to walk up the driveway, coming directly for her.  Marie’s heart was pounding like a drum.  What if they called the police?  What if they gave her master a thorough scolding?  Could he stand up to the embarrassment? 

The couple reached the cage.  He aged woman began to lean down, no doubt wondering what was inside. 

“Oh John, I wonder what it is!  Whatever’s in there sure is quiet!” 

“Be careful Rose.  You never know what an animal will do!”

The old woman was not deterred as she leaned over and peered inside.  Her eyes were steady for a second, then went wide with shock.

With a small shriek, she jumped back.  “What Rose?!”  The old man asked.  “What is it?”

“John!  There’s a… a… a… ” 

“A what?  A wolf?  A tiger?  What?”

“There’s a wo… ”

“Well, hello!”  Oliver’s piper voice stopped the woman’s statement dead in its tracks.

Though she couldn’t see what was going on, Marie could hear all too well.

“Young man, are you aware that there is a woman inside this cage?!”   A brief pause.

“Well, if you put it that way, yes.” 

“Well, what is she doing there?!”  Another pause.

“She asked me to put her in there and take her for a ride.”

“What?!  You’ve got to be joking!  You’re kidnapping her!  I know it!  I’ll call the police!” 

Oliver responded withought pausing.  “Well, ask her if you want.  I’m sure she’s able to talk.  After all, she didn’t ask to be gagged.”

Another brief pause, this time from the old woman.  Then she bent down to the cage and peered inside. 

“Young lady, is what this young man says true?”

“Why yes Mam.”  Marie said cheerfully, as if the two were discussing the latest gossip over afternoon tea.  “I wanted to be taken for a short ride, so I got into this cage, and Master has been peddling me around since then.  I’ve found it to be quite a fun excursion!”

The old lady apparently didn’t quite know what to make of this statement.  But her husband did.

“Oh come on Rose.  Can’t you see that these two are just out for a little “fun”?  After all, we did the same thing years ago!” 

“Oh John!” 

“Aw, come on.  You loved it!  Remember that time you were mummified for three days?  You begged me to wrap you back up after I let you out.”

A brief pause.  “Well, now that you mention it, I did like being wrapped up like that… ”

“And I loved you when you were in that form.  You were so adorable!” 

There was a sudden pause, then the old lady spoke. 

“You know what John?  I’m feeling rather turned on.  Why don’t we go home and… revisit the old times?”

Marie could almost feel the old man’s beaming face.  “Trust me young fella!  These games you play keep the heat going for years!” 

“Oh John, must you keep going on?  Let’s go home!” 

Walking away quite quickly, the old couple waved goodbye to the young couple. 

“Well,” Oliver commented.  “That was interesting.  Now, why don’t we go home?  I’m sure you’re eager to use some of your toys!” 

There was a slight thump as Oliver packed on a few items to the trailer.  Tightening them down, Oliver re-mounted his bicycle.  Turning the entire arrangement around, he began to pedal down the driveway and back onto the street. 

The ride back to Oliver’s house passed withought incident.  Marie secretly hoped that they would arrive soon.  Her limbs were getting quite sore from being curled up tightly inside this cage. 

Her wish was granted.  The bike went up a driveway and came to a halt.  They had arrived.  Walking up to the cage, Oliver undid the pressure rods and swung the door open. 

Marie had to control her joy at being released.  She slowly crawled out of her cage, sighing as she felt the blood rushing through her veins.  It was always a rush, feeling her sleeping legs waking up after being locked in a tiny space for quite some time.

“So, did you enjoy your little outing?”  Oliver asked anxiously. 

“Oh yes master!  It was quite exciting!  And I must compliment you on how you handled the elderly couple.”

Oliver blushed.  “Well, truth be told, I was scared half to death when I saw them coming up and peeking into your cage.”  His form relaxed slightly.  “So I decided to just jump in and play the role of master completely.”

Standing up on her wobbly legs, Marie stood up and looked into the eyes of her master.  She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close.  Leaning into his ear, she whispered.  “You did great master.” 

If it was possible for Olivers face to turn completely red, it would have.  Her voice was the sweetest honey, the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.  At that moment the passion he had for this wonderful woman could be held back no longer.  Wrapping his arms around her waist, she pulled her close to him and held her, feeling her warm and slick body next to his.

Sighing deeply, Marie relaxed in her master’s hold.  Her passion for this man too, could be held back no longer.  She wanted to stay in his arms forever, no matter his age or how good he was at a master.  She now loved this man.  Loved him so much that her affection towards her real master was temporarily forgotten. 

Oliver happened to open his eye at that moment, and saw two families and the old couple across the street.  The families were watching, stunned at seeing Marie’s form.

The old man gave a thumbs up sign and winked. 

 

12.06.05