Ok this is FANTASY not a wish.

We meet at a small suburban coffee shop in a nearby city. Neither of us knows anyone there. Or so i wondered.

You are being especially nice but you are acting a bit strange even for you. You’ve also got this weird suitcase with you. “Taking me somewhere nice?” I ask and you snigger.

Then you do the unthinkable, syrup in my coffee (little did I know it was to mask the taste of the roofies). i do not complain because we agreed that today was all for you. Next year i am buying you a Valentine’s present whatever we agree. No blank sex cheques at the last minute.

I’m beginning to get tired when you say we have an appointment up the street. i am confused because we chose this place at random, how could you know the area? My mind fixates on that point rather than the more salient “appointment for what?”

You help me up and support me as we walk. We walk a short distance and you pull me through a dark doorway.

“Have you got your phone?” you ask me. I fumble in my bag and pull it out. I can hear talking, they obviously know you here. “Just hold it there” you tell me putting my phone onto the pay point. That’s £200 debited from my user account on Apple Pay and I’ll not remember it. “Oh can you just write your name here please” says a man I hadn’t even seen “so we know which car is yours”. I’m confused because I don’t have the car but I’m so woozy I just sign. “And this copy”. Of course I obey. Later you would show me the forms giving consent.

Then I’m guided through a curtain am I in a dentist’s? Then I sit and fall asleep.

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“She out?”

“Yea let’s do this we’ve got about ten minutes”

“Ok I’ll box her up.”

“I’ll cut off her clothes”

Unseen by my unconcious form, you finally open your case and remove the box. This new box seals my head completely. It has a straw allowing liquid in from the top but no light or sound. You connect to the earbuds putting them in my ears and seal me up. Weeks of research and construction have produced a gorgeous mahogany headbox, soundproof, and totally light excluding.

Next my legs are spread and put in the stirrups. My ankles, knees, and thighs are tightly strapped in place. My arms are pulled above my head and similarly tied in place. My waist and shoulders are strapped up too. I couldn’t move if I was conscious.

And then you wait.

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I begin to come round, slowly. Immobile. Darkness. Silence. i can move my fingers and wriggle my toes but that’s it. Slowly the fog in my head clears but nothing else does. Am i paralysed? Was i in a terrible accident? i begin to squirm but discover little movement. Just enough to alert my watchers.

i feel hands unseen fondling me, one on each tit, two at my crotch, two on my thighs. i breathe in. i can smell the wood of the box. The head box. You all the time promised you’d lock me in one and get me groped by strangers. This must be my present. i do love you so much. You have made my fantasy come true at last you wonderful man. i begin to thrust my hips trying to get friction on my clit. No luck.

The hands at my tits simultaneously pinch my nipples. Mmmm, pain but sweet. Bang Bang, i didn’t hear but “AAAAarrrrrrrgggghhhhhhh my fucking nipples!!!” as unseen by me the two tattoo shop assistants pierced my gorgeous nipples. Forever to be marked with holes for the hoops you will use in future to hang me up by. i have begged you to let me get them pierced many times but you all the time said only sluts did it.

Then a voice, calm, quiet, in my head “you deserve this, you should always bear my mark. i own you.”

Heat on each nipple confuses me. Later i would figure out that someone soldered nipple extenders in place permanently pulling on the poor nipples elongating them but also making it impossible to wear a bra or hide the piercings. Forever to look like a sex mad slut that i really am.

“FUCK ME” i yell as the fingers at my clit pull and a 2cm ring goes through the clit. if i could feel i would detect the dog tag bearing the words “sex slave” on one side, and “property of cactus” on the other. Again all the links are soldered in place.

The pain envelops me and i fear i’ll pass out. My flaps are pulled and stretched. i guess what’s coming next and i fear it and crave it. Bang bang bang, three pairs of holes are punched into my lips. Thick rings fed through and again soldered. These holes may heal but they will never close. i have passed out and miss the padlock being fed through closing my cunt to all bar the keyholder. Never again will i swim or sunbathe or even shower without seeing what i am: a fucked up, slutty, sex slave.

When i come to i have been bent over a trolley or chair or something and five dicks in succession dump cum inside. “Oh fuck no” i think as a butt plug is forced into my back passage… then inflated.

“That’ll keep the cum inside for you to enjoy later” my head hears from inside. After a couple of hours i feel the shackles being released. A coat is hung over my shoulders and i am propped up against the wall. “I’m going to release your head now, any noise and your tongue gets pierced too.” i nod. Resigned. Five things of my bucket list in one afternoon, you are really spoiling me.

The box is removed and you tell me we’re going home. We get to the door and the last thing i hear is “but first i need to show you off at the pub”. Make that six things