[PackagedStories.net] Cindy Lovedoll 5: Moving Day by Gromet

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continued from part 4

After

a recent promotion we had to move to a new city, trouble was I didn't realise

just how I would be moving...

Cindy 5: Moving Day 

We had lived together for some while now

  and I had effectively moved into his apartment and sublet my own, though I still

  kept a lot of my belongings at my place including furniture. I had spent plenty

  of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my latex catsuit, we’d even bought

  more costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best

  times were when I was enclosed in the doll and became Cindy. Most of my

  thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll.

He had surprised me one day when he

  returned home early, I was working from home completing some important reports

  that had to be filed before the months end. I never managed to finish them that

  day because I spent the night bound as Cindy the Lovedoll and enclosed in my box

  after he had used me for his (and my) pleasure. As I lay there after the last

  strap had been tightened he announced that he’d been promoted to special

  projects manager with his company. It was something that he’d wanted for some

  time. The only drawback was that it would involve moving to another city five

  hours away, which wasn’t really commuting distance.

Whilst this was initially good news

  about the promotion, there of course was the downside with the move, what would

  become of our relationship and especially playtimes! He leaned into the box and

  kissed me before picking up the lid and closing it down on top of me sealing me

  inside. I could see his face through the clear Perspex cover that made up the

  top half of the box and made it look just like a real dollies box. He looked sad

  when really he should have been happy with the promotion. He left me laying

  there, bound and enclosed within the box and headed off out of the bedroom.

I could do nothing at this stage other

  than lay there, bound as I was and covered head to toe in the plastic skin of

  the doll suit, I was in my little heaven, one of my favorite places to be,

  secure, enclosed and safe. I loved being his sextoy and relished being used by

  him for his pleasure and maybe left as a good dolly should be, after he had

  finished with me, either bound back in my box or discarded on the bed. Here I

  was a woman with great intelligence, working in a high powered position and

  respected for the achievements that I had done for the company reduced to a mere

  sex object and loving every minute of it. My girl pals would never understand

  it, why did I let myself get into this situation. They would think I was mad.

As I lay inside the box my mind drifted

  into fantasies and long held dreams, of being a plastic love toy, used and

  played with and desired by many people, each one using me for their pleasure but

  being denied mine. At the end they disposed of me just as a piece of garbage, my

  plastic body laying in some dumpster awaiting collection. I must have woken as

  the truck moved me in my dreams and the box moved at the same time in the

  bedroom. He had lifted the lid off of the box and was undoing the straps to take

  me to bed. After he had finished with me he rolled over and quickly fell asleep,

  just one of those things that men manage to do after sex. Women want cuddles,

  chat, have coffee etc.

I couldn’t sleep and lay there in deep

  thought about his promotion and what it would mean for us as a couple, we’d

  been together for sometime now, longer than a hollywood marriage! I didn’t

  want to lose him and I knew that we would not be seeing as much of each other if

  he lived five hours away from me, plus who would tie me up as Cindy! I

  couldn’t live with that thought, I had to find a solution to the problem, well

  that’s why I get paid the big dollars at work. I spent most of the night

  checking things out on the net, looking at airfares, car hire, hotels and

  anything that I could think of regarding our situation. I must admit I spent

  some time looking at doll sites too! Well a girl’s gotta dream.

The sun rose and its light spread out

  into the apartment, I was still on the computer when he awoke and walked in on

  me. He looked over my shoulder at what was on the screen, shaking his head and

  went off to make coffee. I had one of the doll pages up at the time and the

  other screens about the city he was moving to minimised. It wasn’t until I got

  into work that morning that the solution presented itself , something simple but

  would enable me to move with him. My company was taking over another which had

  it’s headquarters in the same city, I could be part of the team that moved

  over there  to establish the

  companies transition. I just had to work on one or two people to make this

  happen, which proved no problem.

Arriving back at his apartment, I

  couldn’t wait to give him my news, I had hinted it to him in an earlier

  telephone call but decided to break the news during dinner. It turned out that

  dinner was out at some swanky restaurant along with some work colleagues who

  spoke shop most of the night and it wasn’t until later that I gave him my

  news. He was delighted that I could go with him, but he stipulated that it would

  be only on one condition – that I marry him! After screaming down the

  restaurant and both of us jumping around like mad march hares, his work buddies

  finally worked out what we were both excited about and the congratulations

  flowed along with more champagne.

The next morning we both staggered out

  of bed, after celebrating a bit too much the night before, we didn’t manage to

  consummate our decision that night nor the next morning either! Several cups of

  coffee later we managed to clear some of the fog away from our heads and realise

  what we had done, we had not only decided to move to a new town but also get

  ourselves married in the process. We had to start planning what we needed to do,

  he was due to move within a couple of weeks and I was shortly after. We’d be

  moving into a house provided by his company for their executives, so that solved

  one problem. We sat and discussed matters relating to the marriage, what we’d

  need to do etc.

The weekend went by in a blur, we seemed

  to be on the phone, seeing this person, visiting that person and generally

  organising our move to the new location and getting used to the idea of getting

  together. Very little sex and especially bad no bondage was experienced by this

  love slave that weekend, we arrived back exhausted from trying to get things

  done and visiting relatives, friends etc. Monday morning arrived too fast and we

  were soon back into the swing of things. That week was spent mainly at work,

  taking on the new responsibilities for the take over meant many hours in

  meetings, reading reports and making decisions about what needed to be done with

  the new company. So we didn’t get to see each other until late in the week.

Making some time to see each other, we

  spent some quality time relaxing in bed, well him relaxing and me bound ever so

  tightly in my black latex catsuit, the hood covering my head, my arms tightly

  strapped behind me in a reverse prayer and my ankles tied to my thighs. I could

  not move a muscle and was loving every second of my extremely tight situation. I

  needed to be tied and the desire that I craved was starting to overwhelm me and

  he had been able to see this and take control of me. Plus the fact that he could

  fuck me senseless whilst unable to resist him did have some part of his desire

  to tie me up. Well he did like to take advantage of me or was that the other way

  around!

The time had come for the move, the

  truck had arrived at my apartment and was already loading my goods and chattels

  on board. The thought of all those boxes was starting to get me antsy for my own

  box, the one that contained me whilst wearing the doll suit. For a short while

  my mind drifted off into fantasy but was brought crashing down by the removers

  accidentally dropping a box of glassware. It was insured so no matter. But the

  moment was lost, gone in a second. A few hours later all of my stuff was gone

  too, off to storage in the

  

       new city

    

  , to be moved into our new home when we moved.

Now I had moved in with him, we got to

  spend a bit more time together especially at the end of the day. I got to spend

  some time enclosed in the box and he got to spend time with his favorite dolly.

  But the time started to get closer and we had to start packing his stuff into

  more boxes. The removal people arrived to help pack things the day before the

  move was to happen. They were great in wrapping things and storing them, took

  most of the work away from us so we could concentrate on what went where and

  which room it was supposed to go to. The end of the day came quickly and the

  removal people left after most things were boxed away ready for the move.

Moving through the apartment in the maze

  of boxes and packaged furniture we manage to find a spot to settle down to the

  chinese meal that we’d ordered via the local takeaway. That finished we

  cleared up and drank the last drop of wine from the bottle, celebrating our last

  night in our old city. We cuddled up close together and made love for the next

  hour or so, just simple touching, fondling no ropes love making. It felt unusual

  at first, I suppose that you get used to being bound up for sex and after a

  while expect that to happen every time.

I must have dozed off because I awoke to

  him  moving around the apartment and

  dragging something across the floor. He said that the removal truck would be

  here in a couple of hours and he wanted to get everything packed and put away

  before the got here. Funny I thought we’d already done that. That’s when I

  saw the box he was moving and then he told me the last thing to be put away was

  me!

I thought he was crazy at first, packing

  me away to be moved to the new house inside a box, but not just any box it was

  Cindy’s box. I was going to be her again and become just another package to be

  delivered, just another object, one of his possessions. I felt my sex twinge and

  the first signs of moisture between my legs. My tummy started to get that warm

  fuzzy feeling that you tend to get when you know that something good, something

  very sexual is about to happen to you. He wanted to pack me away inside the box,

  transport me as just another part of his furniture to the new location.

My mind was thinking should I or

  shouldn’t I, just a minute I must be crazy if I willing get myself tied and

  enclosed inside a box and shipped with all the rest of his goods to the new

  city. Crazy or not it wasn’t long before I found myself climbing into the doll

  suit, the plastic covering my now naked flesh, my clothes quickly discarded and

  the sex doll now in it’s place. Soon my head was covered and her facial

  features became mine, her skin became my skin and he was closing the zipper at

  the rear sealing me inside her. I was now Cindy again, his love doll. And very

  soon I would be safely put away in her/my box.

This time I was to be dressed specially

  for the occasion and he’d bought a new outfit for me to wear whilst inside the

  dollsuit. He opened the package to reveal a cheerleaders outfits complete with

  pom-poms and bobby socks. He helped me slip into the one piece cheerleaders

  outfit, more like a lycra body suit that was cut high and revealed more than it

  covered. This was completed by the wrap around skirt and then he slipped the

  shoes on my plastic covered feet. The pom-poms had straps that fitted my hands

  and held them in place, I was now Cindy the cheerleader doll. The sight in the

  mirror was one of pure sexual fantasy and I was surprised that he didn’t take

  me there and then.

He picked me up and lifted me over to

  the box, but I wanted something first, something very important to me and

  something of himself, I wanted him inside my mouth and he placed me down on my

  knees in front of him. He stood there as I reached the fly on his trousers and

  slowly pulled down revealing the package that lay beneath. I soon had him in the

  palm on my plastic covered hand and then into my waiting mouth, which formed an

  O around his now very swelling member. I took great delight in the pleasure that

  I both gained and gave to him, my tongue brushing against the underside of his

  tool as he moved himself in and out of my wanting mouth. Before long he was

  grasping at the back of my head, holding me in position as he shot his seed into

  my throat, I held my breath as the fluid hit the back of my mouth and I began

  swallowing him inside of me.

The moment ended when he removed himself

  from me, I had savoured every moment of it, and had his taste in my mouth which

  I hoped I would still taste on the coming journey. I had given him one last

  headjob before being packed away, something to remember me by until we met at

  the new house. He’d told me of his plan, I was going to be packed away as

  Cindy, strapped down in my box and then he has another outer box to place me

  into and seal closed. No one would know I was there, all I would be was another

  package for the removal people to transport to the new house. I told him that I

  had dreamt of this day and that one of my fantasies was about to be realised.

  Although I did have my doubts about whether he would go through with this.

He placed me into the doll box and began

  strapping me down inside, tightening the straps and placing padding around me to

  protect me during the move. When he was satisfied that I couldn’t move he

  picked up the lid and closed it down on top of the lower part of the box, I was

  once again just a sex doll enclosed within a box, this time ready for shipment.

  He picked up the box containing me and carried it over to the outer box, which

  was just plain brown cardboard, the box slipped inside and I could see the flaps

  above me. He gave a final wave and closed them down, I heard what I thought was

  the tape gun as he sealed his doll into the box. A label was attached giving

  instructions to which room I was to be moved to and another declaring the

  contents to be ‘fragile’.

That was it for the next two or so

  hours, he busied himself around the apartment and I was left alone waiting to be

  stowed away along with the rest of his goods. Another object in his collection,

  something contained with the confines of a box. I did have the thought in my

  mind that maybe he would leave me tied this way and get the removal people to

  take the rest of the boxes, thinking that I would be next. But in reality he

  would just release me for our journey. I settled into fantasy mode again and had

  delightful images of me being moved around as just another object, of being

  found by the removal men and used for their pleasure.

My thoughts were interrupted by the

  sounds of voices from outside my box, the removal people had arrived and started

  to take the belongings out to their truck. I heard several boxes being moved

  near me and instructions from my master and owner as to what was to happen to

  them. Then I felt my box being lifted, I was being carried out of the apartment

  to the lift along with his other possessions, without another thought I was now

  on my way to the

  

       new city

    

  dressed as a cheerleader inside my plastic dollsuit, bound

  in a box and sealed inside another. This was real, he was really going to ship

  me.

I was transported down in the elevator

  with other boxes and taken outside to the truck, where my box was loaded along

  with others. My box ended up on the floor with other boxes piled on top of mine.

  Other furniture and possessions were loaded and placed alongside, further and

  further out to the rear of the truck. When finished straps were placed inside to

  hold things down and the rear doors closed. I was now just another box within

  the confines of the removal truck and it was not long after that I faintly heard

  the truck engine start and felt the motion of movement as they drove off with me

  inside.

I really was just another object, a

  possession, a living sexdoll enclosed in her box. I wondered when I would be

  released…



 

28.01.06