A box being delivered m/f
Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2020 8:05 pm
It was Christmas Eve. Rather wet and miserable, and temperatures hovering just above freezing (which is where it had been for months), but Christmas, nevertheless.
Jake, dressed in a fluffy, green onepiece, sat in front of the T.V, with a glass of soda and a bowl of crisps on a table beside him, too tired to make sense of what he saw on the screen, but not tired enough to want to go to bed.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Jake looked at his watch, and saw it was after eight.
"I wonder who that can be, at this hour?" he thought, as he went to open the door.
Outside stood a delivery guy, with a large wooden box on a trolley, with several small holes on the lid.
"Mr. Sandiman?" he asked. "Mr. Jake Sandiman?"
"Yea; that's me." Jake confused replied.
"Sign here!" the delivery guy held a clipboard in front of Jake, and pointed at the bottom.
Jake did as he was told, and as he handed the clipboard back, he motioned the guy to place the box just inside the door.
When he had closed the door, he started examining the box, but found no clues as to where it had come from, or who had sent it.
As he did so, strange, muffled noises started coming from inside. Intrigued, he got a hammer out and pulled the nails out, and put the lid on the floor. When he looked inside, he gasped.
Inside lay a girl, dressed in a pair of black patent leather boots, white wool pantyhose and a red Velour, knee-length, hooded dress, with white trim around the hem, cuffs and hood, and a black leather belt. As if that wasn't strange enough, she had her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles had been tied together, her mouth was filled with something and a scarf had been tied over it and she was blindfolded.
He went over to a cupboard and got a length of rope, before lifting the girl out of the box, and sitting her on a wooden chair. He then tied the rope around her chest, feeding it between her arms and her body, before removing the gag, but nothing else.
"So, Theresa!" he said, trying to make his voice as strict as possible, while grinning widely. "I'm guessing this brilliant idea yours?"
"Yes; of course it was!" she hissed. "Do you expect me to believe you think my parents has enough imagination to dress their daughter like this, tie her up, blindfold and gag her put her in a box and then ship her half-way across town? I don't think so!"
"No; I suppose you're right." he agreed. "They wouldn't. So; who did?"
"My parents. But I had to really hassle them for weeks, until they finally agreed. That reminds me; you should probably call them and tell them I've arrived safely. But before you do, you have to release me, because I really need to use the little girls room."
O.K." Jake agreed. "But when you're finished, you're going right back in this chair; you hear?"
She came back a couple of minutes later, and without saying a word, sat down in the chair again.
He tied and blindfolded her much the same way she had been before, and then just stood there, looking at her.
"Like what you see; do you?" she smiled.
"Yup." He sighed. "I wish you could stay like this forever."
"I bet you do." she smiled. "Anyway. What did my parents say? When did I have to be back home?"
"Nothing; just that they'd bring clothes and they wanted you home before school starts again in a couple of weeks."
"M-hm." she nodded. "So; Are you going to keep me prisoner, until then?"
"I honestly do not know." Jake shrugged. "We'll just have to take it day by day."
"Sounds good to me." Theresa smiled softly. "As long as you keep me tied up most of the time."
Oh; don't you worry about that, little girl!" Jake chuckled. "You'll probably don't want to see another piece of rope for the rest of your life, after you've left this house."
Jake, dressed in a fluffy, green onepiece, sat in front of the T.V, with a glass of soda and a bowl of crisps on a table beside him, too tired to make sense of what he saw on the screen, but not tired enough to want to go to bed.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Jake looked at his watch, and saw it was after eight.
"I wonder who that can be, at this hour?" he thought, as he went to open the door.
Outside stood a delivery guy, with a large wooden box on a trolley, with several small holes on the lid.
"Mr. Sandiman?" he asked. "Mr. Jake Sandiman?"
"Yea; that's me." Jake confused replied.
"Sign here!" the delivery guy held a clipboard in front of Jake, and pointed at the bottom.
Jake did as he was told, and as he handed the clipboard back, he motioned the guy to place the box just inside the door.
When he had closed the door, he started examining the box, but found no clues as to where it had come from, or who had sent it.
As he did so, strange, muffled noises started coming from inside. Intrigued, he got a hammer out and pulled the nails out, and put the lid on the floor. When he looked inside, he gasped.
Inside lay a girl, dressed in a pair of black patent leather boots, white wool pantyhose and a red Velour, knee-length, hooded dress, with white trim around the hem, cuffs and hood, and a black leather belt. As if that wasn't strange enough, she had her wrists tied behind her back, her ankles had been tied together, her mouth was filled with something and a scarf had been tied over it and she was blindfolded.
He went over to a cupboard and got a length of rope, before lifting the girl out of the box, and sitting her on a wooden chair. He then tied the rope around her chest, feeding it between her arms and her body, before removing the gag, but nothing else.
"So, Theresa!" he said, trying to make his voice as strict as possible, while grinning widely. "I'm guessing this brilliant idea yours?"
"Yes; of course it was!" she hissed. "Do you expect me to believe you think my parents has enough imagination to dress their daughter like this, tie her up, blindfold and gag her put her in a box and then ship her half-way across town? I don't think so!"
"No; I suppose you're right." he agreed. "They wouldn't. So; who did?"
"My parents. But I had to really hassle them for weeks, until they finally agreed. That reminds me; you should probably call them and tell them I've arrived safely. But before you do, you have to release me, because I really need to use the little girls room."
O.K." Jake agreed. "But when you're finished, you're going right back in this chair; you hear?"
She came back a couple of minutes later, and without saying a word, sat down in the chair again.
He tied and blindfolded her much the same way she had been before, and then just stood there, looking at her.
"Like what you see; do you?" she smiled.
"Yup." He sighed. "I wish you could stay like this forever."
"I bet you do." she smiled. "Anyway. What did my parents say? When did I have to be back home?"
"Nothing; just that they'd bring clothes and they wanted you home before school starts again in a couple of weeks."
"M-hm." she nodded. "So; Are you going to keep me prisoner, until then?"
"I honestly do not know." Jake shrugged. "We'll just have to take it day by day."
"Sounds good to me." Theresa smiled softly. "As long as you keep me tied up most of the time."
Oh; don't you worry about that, little girl!" Jake chuckled. "You'll probably don't want to see another piece of rope for the rest of your life, after you've left this house."