My Lovely Slave Marie 3

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.
 

Part 3: The Palm Tree

The second night of Marie’s bondage to her new master passed very quickly. 

At least, it passed very quickly for Oliver.  He wasn’t locked up in a box wearing a restrictive garment that would have made him incredibly horny.

He awoke a few moments before his alarm clock was set to go off.  Feeling strangely refreshed, he cheerfully turned off the alarm clock and hopped out of bed.

Oliver couldn’t remember the last time he felt so good after waking up.  Maybe it was the excitement he felt at the prospect of spending another day with his wonderful slave Marie.

Only then did it hit him that this would be his last day with this wonderful woman, before Paul came to take her back home.

That thought alone hurt Oliver deeply.  Very deeply.  The thought of this wonderful woman being taken away from him…

He took a moment to focus his mind.  Best to enjoy the day he had with her.  Yes, that was it.  Enjoy what time he had left.

Walking to the storage box where Marie was locked within, the locks were undone quickly.  Opening the lid, Oliver sighed with affection when he saw Marie.

Or rather, the device that imprisoned and contained the woman.

Reaching down, Oliver rubbed his hands over the neoprene body bag that contained his slave.  She twitched slightly in the bag, her skin squirming within the skintight device.

Smiling at his slave’s response to touch, Oliver scooped his arms around his slave’s bound form and carefully lifted her out of her box.  Holding her close, he managed to shut the lid to the box.  Grunting slightly, Oliver placed Marie’s body bag on the lid.

Turning her onto her side, he slowly undid the zipper on the back of her eyeless hood.  Pulling carefully, he slowly eased the hood off of Marie’s head.

She looked just as lovely as the moment when he had zipped her into this bag the night before.  Her eyes had been looking upon him with affection as he sealed them behind neoprene. 

Marie opened her eyes and smiled at her master.  “Good morning master.”  She said happily.  “How are you this morning?”

Oliver laughed.  “I thought we figured out that I should be the one asking you that!  But yes, I slept fine.  How about yourself?”

“Oh, it was warm.”  She wiggled inside her bag, which was oh so shiny and rubbery.  “I’m glad you didn’t cover me with blankets.”

“Well, if I did, you’d become slave Marie: Raw and deep-fried.”

Marie giggled.  “Oh you never fail to amuse me master.”  Oliver smiled.

Marie wiggled a bit more in her bag.  “Um master, don’t you want me to cook you breakfast?” 

“No.”  He said quietly.  “I think I’ll feed you this morning.”  Taking a large leather collar, Oliver slipped it around Marie’s neck and buckled it down.  The posture collar immediately forced Marie to keep her head straight and focused. 

“Now, you stay here and relax while I get breakfast ready.  You shout if you need me,” He said happily. 

“Very well master.”  Marie said, closing her eyes and relaxing in the grip of the neoprene and the collar around her neck.

As Oliver went downstairs to get breakfast ready, Marie let her thoughts wander.  She knew that today was the last day she’d be with this young man before her real master came to retrieve her.  She couldn’t help but feel a little sad.

This young man had treated her so well, and had given her his affection and loving care.  She loved him for that.  She would treasure the care that he had given her.

If only she could reach out and hug him, take him in her arms and hold him close, whisper how much she loved him.  Too bad the internal sleeves of her bag held her arms firmly to her side. 

Oliver came back up in a few minutes, carrying some waffles with him.  Placing the plate on the counter next to the bed, he picked up his slave and gently placed her down on his bed.  Being unable to move, she obediently lay there and waited for breakfast.

Lying next to his bound slave, Oliver took the plate of waffles and cut them into small pieces.  Taking one piece in his hands, he gently placed the piece in Marie’s mouth. 

She took the piece, chewed it and swallowed.  She smiled.  “It tastes good.” 

Oliver smiled, and gently took another piece, feeding his slave.

When breakfast was over, Oliver lay there next to his slave, quietly scooping her into his arms and holding her close to him.  Marie’s eyes closed in pleasure as she was held closely to this young man that she loved.

Oliver felt Marie’s arms moving while he held her.  They squirmed within the internal sleeves of the bag, trying to hold him, even if just by the fingertips. 

Should he let her out?  Hmm…no.  She could hold him later.  And when she did, he would give her the biggest, most passionate embrace he could give.

A devilish smile came across his face.  That would be one hug she wouldn’t soon forget.  For now however, he would hold this woman and comfort her with his touch. 

An hour later, Marie was out of the neoprene bag.  She stretched her limbs as best she could.  It wasn’t much, considering that her arms and legs were shackled once again.  But that didn’t bother her.  She was used to it. Oliver had been in the garage for several minutes.  He had been getting something ready.  When she had curiously asked him what it was, he had only smiled and grinned.

His big project was unveiled a half-hour later.  It was a large oak box, perfectly ordinary, except for a hole in the top.  When Marie looked at it, she realized that the hole was the perfect diameter for a human neck to fit in. 

Oliver smiled.  “Are you ready for another trip?”  Marie nodded eagerly.

Preparing Marie for her trip was a simple matter.  All it required was dressing her into a pair of blue tights, locking her ankles together with a pair of steel manacles, and encasing her upper body in a white straightjacket.

With Marie’s body prepped and ready for transport, Oliver took out his bike and the trailer.  He propped the box onto the trailer and opened it up. 

Going back inside, Oliver lay his hands on Marie’s shoulder and gently escorted her outside (locking the door on the way), to the box that she would soon be locked in. 

When she saw the box, she couldn’t help but let out a small squeal of excitement.  The box was propped up on the trailer, where she would be in full view.  Everyone who walked by would be able to see that she was clearly a woman locked inside a box with only her head sticking out. 

Taking his slave up to the trailer, Oliver helped her up and into the box. 

When she was crouched inside the box, knees to the chin, Oliver closed the box, carefully maneuvering the top around Marie’s neck and locking it in place.

Oliver stepped away from the box to observe what Marie looked like.  She looked like a small head popping out of a box.

“My my, you look like quite an attractive piece of luggage.”  Oliver commented, his grin growing rapidly.  “You’ll look lovely when we drive around today.”

“Where are we going master?”  Marie asked, wiggling inside her box in an attempt to get more comfortable. 

“Why, we’re going on an all afternoon ride”.  Oliver said cheerfully. 

“Master!”  Marie gasped.  “Are you sure?  After all, you’re still new at this!”

Oliver responded by giving her a reassuring smile.  “Well, I feel ready to do this.”  He said calmly.  “I now feel more… confident… secure in my role as a master.” 

At this revelation, Marie couldn’t help but smile.  This young man was obviously growing into the role of a dominant master.

Withought a further word, Oliver got a green helmet, and buckled it onto Marie’s head (“Can never be too careful,” he said). 

Mounting the bike, Oliver began to pedal off down the road.

The route was different from the day before.  They were heading away from Paul’s house, towards the beach, roughly a mile away.  The sun was shining down on Marie as her master pedaled down the sidewalk, taking her on a ride.  All she had to do was enjoy it.

Soon, people began to appear, looking on with great curiosity at the woman-box that went by them. 

Marie had done this before, going out in public while restrained.  Almost everyone she had met while going out was curious about her appearance.  Some had plainly been jealous of the attention that she had received. 

This, however, was a first.  Being locked inside a box while being driven around on display.  Fully exposed to the public, fully exposed to their curious looks, the pangs of jealousy and the thought of being little more then an object on display.

She was enjoying every minute of it. 

The afternoon went on.  Shy Oliver was doing an excellent job of looking confident and certain of himself as he pedaled his slave around, displaying her head for all to see, and locking her body away.

Soon, it was time for dinner.  Oliver pulled up to a small restaurant next to the beach, a small and out of the way place called “The Palm Tree.”

Oliver had another surprise in store for his slave.  The box she was locked in had shoulder straps.  Oliver could pick up the box and carry it with him (with some difficulty).  All Marie had to do was go along and enjoy the ride.

Hoisting his load in front of him, Oliver slowly walked into the restaurant.  The patrons waiting for a table were quite surprised to a boxed up woman in their midst.

A waiter soon came up to Oliver.  He was obviously surprised to see a woman poking her head out of box carried around by her master.

“Uh… table for two sir?”

Acting as normally as possible, Oliver said “Yes please.”

Nodding, the waiter indicated for Marie’s master to follow him.  He led them to a small booth overlooking the beach.

Oliver groaned slightly as he took off Marie’s box and set it on one of the benches.  He sighed as he sat down, glad that he didn’t have to carry that box.

Reaching over, Oliver took off Marie’s helmet, as she no longer needed it.  “So my slave.”  He said seductively, “what will you have?”

“Why, I don’t know master.”   Marie smiled, playing along with his romantic voice.  “I can’t even read the menu.”  She rocked back and forth in her box to emphasize her point.

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to hold it up for you.”  Oliver picked up the menu and placed it in front of Marie’s face.  She pondered her options.  Steak?  Pasta?  Chicken?  Whatever it was, she was secretly looking forward to her master feeding her.

The waiter chose that moment to come up.  Trying to keep his composure, he spoke.  “Are you two ready to order?”

“Yes.”  Oliver said confidently.  “I will have the lasagna.”

“Ah, excellent choice sir.”

Oliver looked at Marie.  “And what will you have my little lovely?”

Marie considered.  She turned to the waiter.  “I think I’ll have the chicken.”

Nodding slowly, the waiter wrote the order on his notepad.  Marie could tell that he wasn’t used to seeing a woman in a box. 

Master and slave chatted while waiting for their dinner to arrive.  Oliver would glance around occasionally and see that they were obviously the subject of the other customers chats.  Many pairs of eyes were directed their way. 

“So, what are you going to do when I leave master?”  Marie asked quietly. 

“Oh, I don’t know.”  Oliver said, his voice low.  “I’ll probably go back to enjoying all the money I inherited by my father.”  His eyes drifted.  “I hope that one day I'll have a wife.  Have someone to settle down with, share my life with.” 

His distant gaze was broken by the arrival of the food.   One large plate of steaming lasagna, and one plate of fat and shiny chicken, well cooked.

Oliver decided to have some fun with Marie.  He took his own meal and slowly began to cut it up, ensuring that his slave got a full view of the delicious, moist, and all around tasty food.

Bit by bit, he began to eat it, watching Marie as she began to realize what was going on.

“Master?”  She asked, grinning.  “Are you teasing me?”

“Oh no my dear.”  Oliver said in his best impersonation of a snotty millionaire.  “Why ever would you say that?”

“Oh, I don’t know.”  Marie replied, her grin still present.  “Maybe it’s the fact that you’re trying to eat as slowly as possible while I sit here in my box, waiting for you to feed me.” 

At that point, Oliver smiled and put his fork down.  “Very well slave.”  He grinned.  “If you want food, then you shall receive food!”  He began slicing up Marie’s chicken, dipping each piece in a small tub of gravy.

Lifting the first piece up, Oliver moved it towards Marie’s open mouth.  She reached out to take a bite, but Oliver pulled the chicken back at the last moment. 

“Hey!”  Marie giggled.  “No fair!” 

“Who says it has to be fair?”  Oliver whispered seductively.  “I’m your master!  I get to decide when you eat.” 

Marie responded by making her best sad puppy face.  That melted away Oliver’s silliness in a heartbeat.

Unable to keep his smile back, master fed his slave, tenderly and gently placing pieces of chicken in her waiting mouth.

Once dinner was over, Oliver managed to pick up the box and walk out of the restaurant, paying for the dinner.  Marie was pleased to notice that there were many curious stares as the two left the building.

The sun had almost set.  The lights in the streets were beginning to come on.  Palm trees swayed under a cool and gentle wind.  A few parrots squawked high in their branchy perches. 

Marie was carried to the beach, her box set down on the warm sand.  Her master sat next to her box. 

Together, the two watched the sun set on the horizon.  The dying rays giving way to starry night. 

Both wordlessly contemplated the past days.  What it meant to each of them.  How they had been exposed to new elements of life, previously unseen.

How much love they had for each other.

No words were spoken that night on the beach.  There was no need.  Both understood each other.

Oliver spent that time nestled right next to Marie, his arm surrounding her neck, and her head. 

Slave Marie wanted so badly to take her young master into her arms, to hold him and cuddle him close.  But no matter how much she wished it, she could not change the fact that she was wearing a straightjacket, and was surrounded by a thick and inescapable box that contained her body.

Oliver sensed what Marie was thinking.  And he smiled.  She wanted release.  Release and freedom.  Freedom to hold him close.

She’d have to wait a little longer, he decided.  But it was difficult for him too.  But he knew that soon she would be released from her small prison.  And then she would be all his, and he would be hers.

Yes.  That thought alone kept him from tearing open the box right here and now.

As the stars multiplied in the night sky, and the milky way came into view, time ceased to have meaning for the two people on the beach.  The one dozing in the sand, and the one dozing while sitting in a box. 
 

 

12.06.05