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Username: Babykittykat

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Registered: 01-2009
Posted on Wednesday, January 07, 2009 - 12:26 am:   Edit Post

The Box

She dreaded the box. It meant total loss of control.

It took him six months to build with the proper tools and materials. He wanted it perfect and stopped at nothing to get it done exactly how he desired.

Sometimes, she was inside for 30 minutes, sometimes two hours. The first time she was placed inside he made her endure six hours and then promised that would never happen again unless she did something so horrible as to deserve it.

She did not feel human in the box, just chopped up into parts to be used any way he wished. And he was rarely kind while she was in there. He used his imagination to invent new ways to torture her. And the spankings were longer, harder, nearing the point of unbearable.

He made the box exactly to her physical measurements. When placed inside there were metal rings and cuffs for her hands and feet as well as straps and hooks securing her waist and thighs and head firmly to the box. Once attached and the door was closed she was completely unable to move.

Her legs were spread wide allowing easy access to every part of her. The opening began at her waist and extended down her thighs to just above her knees. In the back there was a hole for her bottom, which extended down her thighs again. This enabled him to play as he wished as well as spank her without fear of hitting the wrong part of her body. It was foolproof for punishment and play.

There were two holes for her breasts to poke out, made so small that it took some effort to work them through and without the help of lubricant she could not pull them back inside once the door shut.

There was a small opening to accommodate her nose and open mouth and a versatile extra door that could be opened or shut to reveal her eyes. Most often he kept it shut since the purpose of the box was loss of control and reading the despair in her eyes would have made it more difficult to mete out the required punishment. A small hole in the back gave access to her neck and hair so he could remove or replace a gag as he wished. She was always required to begin with the open mouth gag so she was quiet and available.

With the straps and hooks and cuffs the box was somewhat versatile in that he could leave her standing or lay it down flat or even lean it against a table making it easier to spank her. He realized the necessity of the box because she could never stay still for an entire spanking. He tired quickly of the constant reminders and wasted time spent repositioning or waiting for her to extend her bottom again. The spankings took much less time now that she could not move at all. The endless foot kicks, squirming, jumping, begging to stop, hands in the way; were all a thing of the past.

Often though, he chose to spank her longer and harder, without any obstacles to overcome. He wielded paddles, belts, whips, floggers, and straps with accomplished ease. His experience enabled long hours of punishment without excessive or lasting damage to her skin yet the pain was always intense and taught her obedience. Her time of punishment while she cried made the spanking that much more effective. He could use the most painful implements now for as long as necessary and she had no say except to sob, and suffice it to say, she had not once left the box without thoroughly sobbing.

He knew the box was what they needed. No complaints or fighting allowed. Just locked in and punished or played with if he was in a good mood. It was mostly for discipline because she had so many issues. He would strip away one bad behavior and another would emerge. He knew it was working though. When she emerged, sobbing and humbled, she was a perfect little girl. No longer grumpy or selfish, she obeyed in an instant no matter what he requested from her.

Sometimes he would lay the box down flat and sit on it with his dick in her mouth. She could not move away or close her mouth or turn her head. Instead, it was an endless assault on her mouth, pumping until he released and made her swallow completely. But often, just to teach her a lesson in humility and submission and self-discipline, he would sit there unmoving, perhaps reading a book or watching TV, and she would be required to lick and suck continuously. If she stopped, a painful implement would come down hard on her thighs or cunt to remind her of her obligation.

Most often, while she performed, he would have his mouth or a vibrator on her pussy enjoying himself while torturing her, because she was never allowed the pleasure of release. The longest time she endured this treatment was two hours and her pussy burned, her belly full of cum, twitching, clenching, and striving to obey. He demanded she never put her slut cum in his mouth unless allowed, and in the box, that was never. If she ever released he promised another four hours. He would be using his mouth and dick and vibrator often and she would be given plenty of fluids. For every release in that time she would earn an hour long spanking. She was careful never to cum while in the box, the punishment was unthinkable.

At first, he built the box as an ultimate punishment tool, but when he saw her continued lack of self-control during discipline he knew a weekly session was needed. Eventually, she returned more quickly to misbehavior and now she was required to ask for the box three times each week. Failure to ask for the box resulted in a full 24 hours time locked in, while she was punished, teased, and left in solitude to contemplate her behavior. She had only forgotten to ask one time. That was enough.

Her change was transformational. No longer was the box something looming over her head if she misbehaved horribly, or a once a week easily forgotten experience; it was a constant way of life, a continuous reminder that she was not in control and he had the power to take away all control if she would not willingly give it.

She had finally been broken enough that she no longer pleaded and cried before going in. She accepted her discipline and had even gone so far as thanking him before he had to remind her the last time he let her out. He was impressed with her growth and maturity and willingness to change with the perfect incentive. Now, when he saw her behavior start to slip, with just a mention of the box, it brought reality back into focus immediately. Mouth closed, eyes downcast, body stilled; compliance her only objective; she was his.
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Username: Fanny

Post Number: 3634
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Posted on Tuesday, January 13, 2009 - 05:04 pm:   Edit Post

A very intense story, kittykat.
Queen of Innocence

"Well behaved woman rarely make history"

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