The day had finally arrived. After months of preparation, testing, and construction my genius husband was finally confident the shipping crate was safe and would keep me alive, healthy, and well stimulated for the 3-day journey.

It all started several years ago. My husband and I had just celebrated our two-year anniversary when we got into a deep conversation while his rock-hard cock was deep inside of me. We were talking through our fantasies while enjoying a long slow fuck. In my heightened state of arousal, I couldn’t help but spill some of my innermost desires. I told him how I want to be encased, and how I loved the feeling of helplessness and complete immobility. I told him how I longed to cum in the open, with people all around, but not be seen or heard. I wanted the threat of being discovered and having to restrain my verbal enthusiasm while cumming hard. I told him how I wanted to be edged for hours, held on the brink of orgasm, but not finding release until he wanted me to. All of this came spilling out of my mouth as my pussy was full of his throbbing member. Just the wondered of that night and how open and honest we were makes me wet with desire to this day.

The consequence of that conversation was several years of excitement and enjoyable exploring of desires. My husband pushed my limits and learned what those desires really meant. During this period, he hatched of a delightful plan to meet all of my desires in one extended multi day session. I was gonna be shipped like a piece of freight on a journey across country. I would be encased and teased to countless orgasms during the process but also be aware of what was happing around me, and the people I came across. To heighten the experience my husband had researched and found a shipping business that handled valuable and fragile specialized cargo that their customers didn’t want to fly for whatever reason (perhaps too large or heavy). They guaranteed 24-hour guards watching the goods all the time, and delicate handling. Of course, to increase the threat level I wouldn’t know anyone around me while being shipped, and the 24-hour guards would force me to contain any verbal excitement. My husband would pack me up in a shipping crate like a valuable piece of antique furniture, call the shipping business, and send me on my way. Then he would then wait a day and fly to meet me at my destination.

The morning couldn’t come soon enough as I was so excited the night before I had trouble getting to bed. When I finally awoke after a fitful sleep my sex was dripping with desire, and before my husband could even put a coherent wondered together, I had him hard and was slammed his cock balls deep into my pussy. I fucked him hard and we both came with deep moans. I love the feel of his seed deep in my pussy and a feeling of deep contentment and love flooded my body as he rushed off to the washroom to get ready. I lay there with semen leaking out of my sopping cunt thinking of the next few days. Already some new excitement started to create.

With my husband out of the shower and dressed he went to the garage to begin the final prep work. I got out of bed and started my day. First, I had a good shower, as I wasn’t gonna be washing for another 3 days or so. I ensured and pussy was properly shaved and cleaned eliciting a moan as I washed my husbands cum out of me. I toweled off and got dressed, then went looking for my suit. I was to wear a tight fighting catsuit of sorts. It was a made of a comfortable material that didn’t get too hot or cold, and would wick away any sweat. During what my husbands referred to as the “design phase” we had tried different catsuits and numerous materials for the inner foam that would line my body and the crate to ensure I would be comfortable inside from 8-30 degrees C and ensure the uncertain conditions during shipping wouldn’t cause problems. The catsuit was made of a tight fitting near spandex type material, but modified to have a fully exposed crotch and allowed my well-endowed breast to hang freely. It ended at the neck, to allow for correct handling of my head, mouth, etc. in the crate. To feed into my encasement fetish it had gloves and skippers that enclosed each finger and toe individually. I started to get wet as I was putting it all on as the feel of it on my skin and the subtle stretching of the material around me teased one of my fetishes. Dressed and ready I headed down for a good breakfast, my last for a number of days.

After breakfast I headed to the garage, where preparations were well underway. I kissed my husband when I arrived and started the process of getting into the box. The first part was relatively easy. We found through experiments that for me the most comfortable long-term position was on my hands and knees with knees spread wide to allow full access to the sensitive bits of my body. I first had to kneel in the box with numerous bit and bobs around me ready to be attached. The feel of the foam around my knees, lower leg, hands, arms, and stomach was delightful, and having my crotch spread wide added a bit of a naught flavor to it. I fully admit I was getting quite turned on already and my pussy was starting to leak. Once situated my husband started right away with the rest of my encasement. He worried that having too much pressure on just my knees and hands wouldn’t be great. He started sliding in foam segments having to push a bit, as eventually, my fully body encasement was to provide slight pressure over nearly my entire body to prevent any discomfort over the long journey. Once the first foam segments were in place, next came some of the interesting and uncomfortable attachments. My husband, kind man that he is, knew to begin with the not fun stuff first, to get it over with. To handle body waste, he had devised some kind of holding container that could never flow backward, “just in case the box tips” he said, but it had to be attached. It started with a catheter, and followed with a special but plug that was a bit unpleasant in size so that it could evacuate waste and still stay in place. Unpleasantness out of the way, next came something I did enjoy. My husband didn’t even bother with lubricant as he could see the sheen from pussy. I was still wet and getting wetter again, as he slowly slid the large dildo like object into my hot waiting pussy and bought up the small cup or nub that rested against and kind of surrounded my sensitive clit. To say it felt great in my excited frame of mind would be an understatement. Next, he moved to my breasts. They had some special attachments as well that kind of surrounded my hanging tits, applying light pressure all around them. In some methods it was almost like large condoms for my breasts. He fiddled for a bit to get all the wiring and such in the correct spot and pushed the foam around my large mammaries. At this point I was nearly encased, with my weight starting to balance out as expected. The tightness around my body, and the feeling of immobility was great. I could feel a very slight pressure around my legs all the way to my lower thighs. My arms were fully immobilized and enclosed. Foam surrounded my breasts and when all the way to just above my pubic area, and all of my back was already in place as well. I was nearly fully engulphed in immobilizing foam.

Next was a more complicated bit, but to keep me from getting bored my husband kindly flipped on a really low vibration for the dildo. I could feel it’s gentle hum deep inside me as he attached the frame for my head and neck. This part was essential as it kept my head fully immobilized, but not enclosed with foam to allow for air flow, and vision to the numerous micro monitors that showed me the entire surround around the crate. Further he inserted the phallic like device into my mouth that he liked to call my “feeding cock”. It would feed me the nutrient goo and water that I would be eating and drinking for the next few days. He then worked on the last of the foam, getting me fully and completely encased. It felt like I was wrapped whole body in a gentle embrace with some added gentle vibrating excitement deep in my pussy. My husband started to secure all of the outside of my little box prison and sadly switched off the vibrator to do a system test of his rather intricate control system. I grunted around the feeding cock as needed to indicate that things were working. As a final essential step, he had me activate my emergency button, which trigged an alert on his phone and releases my phallic food dispenser, allowing me to make clear noise that could easily be heard outside of the crate. The crate had a few spots on the sides that allowed for clear air flow for breathing, but also to feed my fetish of having to restrain my vocalizations, allowed sound both in and out. I had to be quiet or be heard, and I would hear my surroundings.

Testing out of the way and feeding cock back in place, my husband finally sealed me up fully. He asked if I was 100% and good to go. I readily agreed! He said “alright, starting now”. With that he tapped a command and the vibrator in my pussy sprang to life again, this time following a devious program my husband created to ensure I was edged as long as efficient. He then walked out of the garage to make the appropriate calls to the shipping business.

That initial wait was a tad boring, but was the only boring part of the whole trip. As I waited in the garage my internal desires were on a slow simmer a best. My encasement meant I was completely powerless to further my pleasure. It felt like maybe 40 minutes of slow vibrations in my pussy before the vibrating cup on my sensitive clit suddenly twitched to life and started to lift me out of my boredom. It was intermittent, throwing waves of pleasure at me at random intervals. After the tenth such interval the devices on my breast started to play providing a distinct sucking sensation to my nipples as well as a feeling as if hands were fondling my encased breasts. Unfortunately for me, this also came at random intervals, and didn’t seem to overlap my clit stimulations.

I was really focused on all these sensations in my body and had reached an enchanting cycle of near orgasm and let down with the clit vibrations and the breast stimulation when the garage door began to open. Through my little monitors I could see my husband talking with the shipping guys, and I could hear them clearly through the smart air and sound channels. My husband wanted to make sure they were gonna keep the box in the correct orientation, and he helped the shipping guys place “this way up” stickers around the box. As they moved around touching my confining prison and placing stickers, all I could think about was I was separate by only a few inches of wood a foam from them. All the while my body was getting teased and very sexually frustrated. I needed to cum damn it. I felt I had been teased for 2 hours by that point, and the cycles of edging for nearly half that. My husband confirmed the final details and followed the shipping guys went to their truck to get a fork lift. The moment of silence with the garage open facing the public street allowed me to concentrate enough on my sexual excitement to get close to orgasm yet again, but not quite.

The small fork lift rolled into the garage and slid the forks into the pallet below my wonderful prison. I felt a slight jolt, as the box was lifted slightly off center just as the vibrations of the large dildo in my pussy, clit cup, and breast sucking coincided for the first time. It was good that the forklift was making a touch of noise as even though I was trying hard to remain quiet a small moan escaped from around my feeding cock. My pussy muscles tensed and spasmed in pent up edged passionate fury. My full body encasement only added to the pleasure as I was unable to thrash with wild abandonment as the most intense orgasm of my life finally washed trough my entire body. It felt as if it was gonna last forever, and I just had a moment of concern before everything turned off. My intelligent husband came through again and the machines had somehow monitored that I had cum and stopped the devices before it became too intense. I had often held a desire to achieve multiple orgasms but had never been able to as my body enters a hyper sensitive mode after the first one, and I cannot push past it.

As I rested, exhausted from such and intense full body orgasm, my crate was loaded into the back of a large cargo truck. Inside on my monitors I could see 2 other odd shaped crates in front of mine, and 2 large men obviously guards, carrying side arms. I could see my husbands research was paying off. I wasn’t gonna have a moment alone without someone close by to potently hear me moan or gasp. As the workers re-loaded the fork lift and the back door was closed, cutting off the last view of my house I started to get a touch drowsy. The combination of such a body racking orgasm and lack of sleep from last nights excitement final caught up with me and I drifted off.

I was rudely jarred awake and nearly let out a muffled yelp before remembering to not make a sound. The large dildo in my pussy had suddenly release some lubricant deep inside me that was not particularly warm and started moving in and out of my stretched pussy in a slow steady rhythm. It took my mind a moment to catch up after waking to begin to get into the groove. With both the anal plug and the dildo being rather large to accommodate all kind of fun functions I could feel them rub against one another through my body as the dildo pushed in. This lasted for some time, and I was definitely getting revved up when the motion stopped. It took a rather large amount of self control not to scream in frustration. Fortunately for me, it was a bit easier, as the feeding cock started squirting nutrient goo into my mouth. The goo wasn’t notably tasty, but it had everything my body needed. Must be lunch time I wondered.

As I sucked down the goo and got some water from the feeding cock, I started to become more aware of my surroundings. The noise and rocking of the truck, the conversation the guards were having, and more about my general predicament. It reminded me that I wasn’t alone. It was rather intoxicating and arousing thinking about two armed and burley men mere inches away from my completely immobilized, helpless, horny as hell form. I started studying the guards in the monitors, thinking dirty thoughts about mistakenly making noise and them hearing me struggle as I started down a mental arousal path.

Major wondered train derailment. My husband’s voice was suddenly in my ears, and my breasts were suddenly getting the attention of the devious devices he had designed.

“Hello my love” his voice said. “I know you’re shocked to hear my voice. I wanted to surprise you with a few things on your journey to keep things exciting for the full 3 days. Don’t worry no one but you can hear me, I snuck some induction earphones into the box design. By now you should have enjoyed your first major orgasm of what will be many, and your first meal. Hope it was as good as you hoped. I have to admit sitting here recording this is getting me hard thinking of your predicament. I have a few more surprises in store for your journey. Speaking of which your next surprise is about to trigger.”

There was a pause in his speaking and my hungry pussy was rewarded as the dildo sprang to life with mild vibrations and long slow strokes in and out of me. Then it happened. The plug buried in my ass also started some soft vibrations. I was not expecting this, my husband has built several points about it being essential for biological reasons, not pleasure, but oh boy did it feel good when coupled with the breast stimulations and the joyful feeling of repeatedly being stuff and unstuff by a large vibrating cock. Damn he was good.

His voice started up again, “Remember all that design phase work we did my love? Well, you’ll be happy to know that all that… ahem… hard work, has provided me with a very detailed knowledge of your limits and what your body can take before you orgasm. I’ve configured the box to repeatedly bring you right to the very edge of orgasm without pushing you over. You are going to be edged for hours without release and when your release does come, I will be sure to push you past any sort of limits you think you might have with the power of your orgasm.”

His words ended and I could almost see his smile at the final threat of unimaginable pleasure. I felt I was ready for it, but before I could sturdy my mind with determination the speed of thrusting into my hot love channel picked up and the sucking on my nipples increase dramatically in strength. I almost moaned as the pleasure picked up dramatically. Having to withstand that moan only increased my shear enjoyment of what was happening both outside and inside my body. I couldn’t help but concentrate on the feeling of the large phallus pushing deep into me, spreading out my dripping cunt. I could feel my vaginal muscle contracting without conscience though as the dildo pulled out trying hard to keep the pleasurable vibrations from slipping out of me. I was also painfully aware I couldn’t make a sound as the guards were having some asinine conversation about a video game while I was being brought to the heights of arousal some few feet and a few inches of wood and foam away from them. The increased mental and physical stimulations quickly brought me to the edge of the orgasm precipice, but just as I was thinking I might achieve orgasmic release despite my oh so smart husband, I was denied as the thrusting slowed along with the vibrations and tit sucking. A bead of frustration formed in my mind as I was left hanging on the edge before slowly starting arousal decline.

But not too far. No, my husband was too damn good at what he did and I hardly started down the slope when first the vibrations picked up, then the sucking, and the speed of the thrusting. This horrible terrible wonderful cycle near orgasm release to slight decline and back again lasted longer than the age of the universe as my small bead of frustration turned into a raging gigantic black hole of desire that was causing me to silently cry physical tears as I rode out to the very edge of what excitement my body could take.

Having lost all sense of reality and being in such an orgasm crazed state I was edged one final time before I determined if I was not allowed release yet again, I was gonna have to push my emergency button. Even as reality was not fully there anymore, I knew it was my only hope. My lust fogged mind had to have release and it had to come now. Shame and embarrassment be damned. As the pace once again picked up I rode a tidal wave of pleasure to the razer edge of orgasm, and suddenly it happened! I was pushed right over as box didn’t stop its wonderous pleasure devices this time. The feeling crashed over me so hard I held my breath trying with all my might not to scream as orgasm rocked through ever fiber of me. Muscles in every part of my body strained and tried to thrash as my tight encasement held me completely immobile. And still, much like my first early that day my orgasm continued past what I wondered was a ordinary length and this time my evil man of a mate didn’t stop his infernal machines and waves of pleasure continued almost further than I imagined efficient until finally everything stopped and after a few minutes I was able to breath normally again.

I had not idea how long I was in such a hyper aroused state before being allowed to cum. Much like the first orgasm that day I quickly drifted to sleep and was again awakened by a none to warm lubricant being pumped directly deep into my cunt and the slow undeniable in and out motion of the dildo inside of me started up. I was again given a meal and this time lots of water. My man must have known that the excitement earlier would make me thirsty.