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Terri
wetterri_@hotmail.com © 2001 Terri - Used by permission. |
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| storycodes: Sbf; D/s; latex; crate; cons; X | ||
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Hi my name is Jen you are joining me on my way to answer my door. I am wearing just my robe that is big and fluffy and does not show much at all. But under it, which you and the person ringing the doorbell cannot see, is my small (5’5, 110 lbs) body. I have small (32B) firm breasts with pink nipples that are very sensitive. And my nicely shave pussy. I open the door to say “hello,” to the UPS man standing there beside a large crate. “I have a package for a Jen Sinclair,” He says to me. “I am Jen Sir,” Not ever being able to call a Man anything but Sir or Master. “It’s a large package, where would you like it Ma’am?” He says as I sign for it. “Just inside the door will be fine Sir.” After he had brought in the 4-foot long crate. He left, I closed the door and turned back to the large crate wondering what is in it. I got a crow bar and opened the top of the crate. Inside I find a large manila envelope on top of what looks to be a shiny metal trunk. I grab the envelope take it to the kitchen to sit down and read it with a cup of coffee. Now I am sitting with a fresh coffee while I open the envelope with
shaky hands. In the envelope are several others all numbered but
one, which says “OPEN ME FIRST”. So I do and this is what it says:
Dear slave,Wow I could not believe what has just happened. I was sweaty and shaking now. What was I to do this is what I have always wanted. Well I guess I better get to it and do as I am told. It is now Wednesday morning and I am sitting at the table with a coffee
again with the letter number 1 in front of me. I have everything tied up
as I was told. Now I am shaking again as I open this letter:
Dear slave,I do as I am told. I have sitting by my front door a shiny stainless steel trunk 4’ long, 3’ wide and 3’ high. Just big enough for me to kneel in. it is open but I have not been told to look inside yet so I don’t. I go back to the letter. Good now slave I want you to go into the trunk (it is open do not close it after you lift the lid up). I want you to get the container in the trunk it is right on top. Then go to the bathroom and follow the instructions on it to remove all your body hair. Do it now!I do as I am told to the bathroom and spread the thick gooey hair remover all over my body. I do this from head to toe. It says to leave it on for 15 mins. It feels like red-hot chili has been applied all over my body and is quite uncomfortable. I then washed it all off as said in the instructions. As I stand under the warm water all my hair falls from my body and goes into the drain. “Well I guess that would be a problem if I was staying here any longer”, I giggle to myself. I dry off and see myself in the mirror. What a sight, I have never seen
anything like it before. I looked like a little kid again but I guess I
am still only 18. I walk back to the kitchen the air cool on my skin. I
pick up the letter again.
Good slave you should be hairless now. You will stay that way forever, as that hair remover was permanent. On we go then slave you should go to the trunk again and get the enema bag, the solution for it, and the anal plug that is in there. You are to take 5 2-quart enemas they are labeled in the order you are to take them. Then after you are sure you have been totally cleaned and emptied you are to put in the anal plug. Do it now!Being so horny now I go back to the bathroom and clean myself out 5 times like I was told. I then sat on the toilet for sometime making sure I have gotten it all out of me. Then I insert the large plug into my ass, it was very large and hurt a lot. Master never mentioned any lube so I did not use any. This done I went back to the kitchen. That being the end of that letter I opened the number 2 letter it read: Dear slave,I walked to the trunk and took the 2 boxes to my room still with the very uncomfortable anal plug in my ass. Then I went and got the white box and went to the bathroom. I inserted the catheter in my urethra and started filling it up with the syringe. I hurt so bad as I was just at the 30mm mark but I slowed and took my time. Finally finished I went back to the kitchen with the hose dangling between my legs. The pain was intense. Back in the kitchen I pick up the 3rd letter and it reads: Dear slave,I go to the bedroom and open the red box pull out the note first and set it aside. Then I start pulling out the pieces of latex. First of the things to come out was a pair of clear latex stockings. I set them aside also. Moving on I pull out clear latex gloves, a clear latex hood that has eye and nose hole and a mouth hole. Then I pull out the big piece a black latex cat suit. It was so nice like a work of art. So shiny but it felt heavy and stiff yet silky. There was also a pair of black knee high latex ballet boot. Checking the note I started with the clear latex stockings pulling them up my super smooth legs. I was taking my time with everything I did not want to rip anything. I then pulled on the latex gloves they sent tingles around my body. They reached all the way up to my armpits. I then put on the latex hood. It was very tight but fit my bald skull perfect. I then went and got some talcum powder and sprinkled it all over my body so the catsuit would slip over the other latex. Getting the catsuit I slowly inch myself into it squeezing myself into it as I go. It was very tight and hard to get into. After about 30 mins I had it over my hips and fishing out the catheter through the hole in the front for it. After getting it up and over my shoulders and placing my fingers in the gloves. With the catsuit on I did not know what to do with myself I was shaking and I was so horny to know I was almost done. Last piece in this box was the ballet boots. I have never worn these before and did not know if I could even walk in them. Sitting down on the bed to put them on was a mistake as it pushed the plug in further. But I pushed on and put on the boots and tried to stand without falling over. This was not easy but I managed. I then opened the black box that held ankle, wrist cuffs and a collar made of heavy latex. I put these on and looked to see what else was in the box all that was left was a ball gag with a tube coming from it and a black latex hood. The hood was face less with a small hole for the tube to go through and nose tubes in it. There was a note that said to not put on the hood yet. I then went back to the kitchen and opened that last letter. By this
time I was so scared I did not know if I should go on. I opened the last
letter:
Dear slave,I am now all locked into the trunk as I did all that was in the letter to a T. I have been here for what seems like hours and it is getting hot in here. I thought I might not have anything to drink but I was wrong. He had set it up so I was recycling my own urine. My thoughts were interrupted by my trunk moving. Wow I thought to myself
here we go I was on my way. But to where?…
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