In Transit | box, cuffs, padlock | free bondage stories

I live in a small town and almost every weekend my friends and I travel to the city to have a good time. In another small town near here lives a very hot girl: Aaron. One evening I get a phone call from her. She wants to go to the city with me. I said sure. Then she said that she wants to take her car up, and for me to travel with her. I agreed.

I quickly called and reserved a hotel room because the weekend is only one day away. On Friday morning I drive to Aaron’s house, park my car and ring the doorbell. Aaron answers, looking hot as ever. I go in and sit on the coach.

“Jim there is something I want to ask from you?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“Well I have this fantasy that I would like to fulfill, and I need your help.”

“OK, I can do that. What would you like me to do?”

“I would like to dominate a man, so I would like to put you in a box for the trip to the city.”

“A box? Um, OK, just for you Aaron.”

“Oh thank you! You don’t know how much this means to me!”

Aaron wraps her arms around me a kisses me on the lips. “Follow me,” she leads me into her bedroom where I see a small metal box.

“Ahh I’m not too sure about this.”

“Oh don’t be like that, it’ll be fun,” Aaron says while rubbing her body against mine.

“Alright then, let’s do it.”

“Strip and put this on,” says Aaron holding up a black sheer bodysuit.

I take off all my clothes and put them on the bed. Then I take the bodysuit and put it on. Now I am covered from the neck down in pantyhose.

“Now open wide.”

I open my mouth to ask her why and she quickly fills my mouth with a bright red 2” ball gag trainer. I decide not to protest because I am quite horny. Aaron tightens the strap around my head, over my head and under my chin. Then Aaron takes three small padlocks and lock one on each of the straps.

“There all set. Now you won’t be complaining all the way to the city.”

Aaron then walks over to the steal box and opens it. Inside there is about one inch of cushy soft leather. I also notice that they are steal cuffs for my ankles, wrists and neck.

“Get in baby.”

I sit down in the box and draw my legs up to my chest; it’s a very tight squeeze. Aaron bends down and places my ankles in the cuffs. I have to bend my feet so they are pointed straight down because the cuffs rigidly attached to the front on the box. Then Aaron locks the collar around my neck, I find that she put it quite tight, but I can’t get anything past the gag. When that done she takes my wrists and tightly buckles the cuffs around them. The wrist cuffs are attached to the top of the box with a short ridged bar so my wrists are held up above my head in front of me. Then Aaron locks each cuff with a small padlock.

“Alright baby, I’ll see you in three hours.” With that Aaron shuts the side of the box and I hear the click of a large padlock.