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She drove up the winding driveway and parked, feeling the familiar flutter of excitement that made her womb clench. He opened the large wooden door to his ranch style home, looked her up and down as she approached him, and nodded with approval. "This is what you wore our first night together."
Jilly was honestly shocked that he had remembered such a detail. He greeted her as he always did., with a deep kiss on the mouth, the only time he ever did that to her. Once that was completed, they immediately switched into their roles. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the room Slave!" he commanded.
She dropped her bags where she stood, and obediently got on the ground and crawled toward their playroom. He had converted a den into a fully decked out playroom with all manner of toys and devices. Once she was in the room, he pointed to the box. It was basically a large wooden crate that he had modified so that he could lock her in it. It was painted black, and was about four feet square. She was very confined in it, but not enough to be too uncomfortable. There had been a few weekends he had used it on her when he had had to attend a museum function, or some other event. He would lock her in there and leave her to wait for him. He typically tied her hands and feet so that she couldn't pleasure herself or try and get out.
Not tonight! She thought, Not on my birthday and our anniversary. Fine. I guess that verifies to me that I'm not that important. That it's probably best that I end it after this weekend.
The look on her face must have really conveyed how disappointed she was, because he soothed her while tying her up. "Don't worry, Slave. This is an important weekend for you, for us. I have something special planned."
With that, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, and guided her into the box. Now she was intrigued. He had never blindfolded her in the box before. What surprise was he talking about? She could hear him leave the room after she had been secured, his footsteps throughout the house, and then after maybe ten minutes, she heard the door close and the garage door opening. Where the hell was he going? All this waiting. First the traffic while she was in the car, and now the damn box. The anticipation that had been turning her on was now turning into aggravation. She was starting to fume, but that eventually drifted into boredom. Finally, she found herself nodding off. It had been a long week, and an agonizing drive over.
She heard a door slam and startled awake. Her heart was thumping rapidly as she tried to get her bearings. She was cold, and she knew her muscles would be very cramped from being in this same position for... how long had it been? She thought she could hear some muffled voices, and realized that Mark wasn't alone. Oh great, she thought, he decided to go out and get another date. That's it, I'm through with this fucker. Her anger was swelling in her, and she was anxious to get out of this stupid box and just go home. That was when she realized that there were two male voices. Mark was with another guy! What the fuck?
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I'll see you all in a couple of days...
You've intrigued me, love the start you gave us.
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