[PackagedStories.net] Crated by SG

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My crate was built the only thing left to do was put my plan into motion.

I called Craig, my ex-boyfriend and asked him if he would be willing to

help me move a large crate from my house to the new house out in the county

that I had just bought.

"Hi Craig, I really need your help." Craig had always been a push over

while we were dating and still is even after I broke up with him. He was

always willing to do what I wanted. That was the whole reason I had broken

up with him. As fun as it is to boss him around, what I really wanted in

guy was someone that would just grab me and make me do something. You can

probably understand why I enjoy self bondage so much. Realistically the

only reason I had started dating Craig was for his looks. He was six feet

tall and two hundred pounds of pure muscle.

"What do you need?"

"I'm almost completely moved into my new house out in the county,

but I have one crate left sitting in my garage that is too big for me to

move. You still have you truck right? Because I would really appreciate

it if you could come move this for me." I knew he would do it seeing ever

since I left him he'd been trying to get back together.

"Sure, are you there now?"

"Yeah."

"All right, I'll be right over."

"Ok bye." With that I hung up the phone and went to work. I knew

that it normally took Craig at least twenty minutes to get over to my house,

so I knew I had at least that amount of time before he showed up. Since

he wasn't prepared to come over I figured it would take extra time to get

over here. Before I made the phone call I had dressed up in the clothes

I was planning on wearing. I was dressed in all black. The outfit consisted

of thigh high leather hooker boots with spiked heels, a skirt that went

down to my mid thigh, just short enough to show about an inch of skin below

it and the boots. I also had on a corset that pushed my boobs up making

them look a full cup size larger. There was a posture collar wrapped around

my neck, which had a D ring on the front of it. I had put on my makeup

before as well. I had bright red lipstick and heavy eye shadow caked on.

My hair was done up in a pony tail and was now hanging down my back.

I had always been fascinated by stories of girls being packaged up and

sent out as slaves or dolls. Out of all the stories I have read the ones

that involve sex dolls have always been my favorite. So this was the look

I was going for today. I wanted to look the part and I would have to say

I nailed it. If you took one look at me you would know the only reason

for me to be here is for sex. Imagine a five foot eight, twenty two year

old, brunette with a trim waist and a C cup bust. Now picture that girl

dressed like I am and you'll have a pretty good idea of how I look. My

only regret right now was that I had packed up my only full length mirror

so I couldn't see the completed image.

Step one was to leave a note on the front door. The note was for Craig

telling him that there was an emergency at work which I had left for. That

would explain why I wasn't there. In the note I said that the side door

on the garage was unlocked and that if he could deliver the crate to the

front door of my new address I would really appreciate it. To add incentive

I put in the note that if he did I would make it up to him once I was free.

I left it like that and hoped he would presume I meant from work but I

couldn't resist the added thrill. The thought of him sneaking a peek inside

my crate and finding me gave my stomach butterflies. The thought of him

finding me locked in the box was really getting my insides wet. But I was

on a timetable at the moment so there wasn't time to sit and fantasize.

With the note taped to my front door I walked out to the garage, which

wasn't an easy task in these heels. Before I locked myself away in my crate

I took the time to check and make sure the side door was in fact unlocked.

Finding it was, I turned and approached the crate.

The crate had taken quite a bit of time to build but I was very pleased

with the finished results. It was two feet square and stood five feet tall.

Everything I needed from this point on had been carefully laid out in front

of the crate earlier. Knowing time was limited before Craig got here I

decided I couldn't waste time admiring my handy work. Step one was to silence

the doll. Taking the gag which lay on the top of the pile of items into

my hand, I placed the ball behind my teeth, then took the two side straps

and buckled them around the back of my head. A Y-strap that was connected

at the bridge of my nose then went up over my head was buckled in the back

to the other straps. The last straps ran up under my chin and to the top

of my head to connect to the top strap. At this connection point was a

D ring. With the gag in place I was ready to climb into the crate.

The crate itself was actually a metal box frame two feet by two feet

by five feet that had wooden side panel which could be locked onto the

sides from the inside of the box. Each panel of wood had bolts that connected

to the metal frame on the inside part of the frame. This way a person inside

the box could loosen the bolts and take the panels off to gain freedom.

The bottom part of the box was already connected since it had some special

features mounted on it. In the center of the panel was a fucking machine

that I had just purchased off the internet. The fucking machine had a pole

coming out of it with a dildo attached to the end of it. The device would

produce a thrusting motion. I had it set at its lowest setting so that

while it was running I would have to bear having a dildo slide in and out

of me at an agonizingly slow pace. I planned to torment myself for a couple

of hours.

The fucking machine would be powered by two power packs. I had purchases

two emergency power supplies that people plug their computers into. When

the power goes out the power packs automatically kick on and let you run

your computer for up to eight hours. I had one power pack connected to

the first and the fucking machine connected to the second. When the first

pack went dead the second would automatically turn on. I knew that one

power pack should more than be able to power the fucking machine for today’s

session but I also had other plans for the crate. The crate was going to

make a great self bondage prison and with two power packs I could start

doing some extended length sessions. The power packs were on the front

and back side of the fucking machine so that all of it would be positioned

between my legs. I had padded the bottom panel where my knees were going

to be resting so that it wouldn't be too uncomfortable since I would be

kneeling down in the crate.

I got into the crate from the front since all the other panels were

locked in place already. Delicately I entered the crate backwards on my

knees. I had to hike my skirt up to get the dildo underneath and lined

up. Once I was positioned over the dildo I started to lock my legs into

place. First I put straps around my legs above and below my knees. The

straps were anchored to D rings that were welded to the bottom cross beams.

This held my knees wide apart and kept me from lifting them up as well.

Once my knees were done I picked two leather cuffs up and placed one on

each ankle. Once on the cuffs were tied off to D rings welded to the back

vertical beams on the inner box frame. My ankles were now securely held

up to the back corners half way up between the back panel and side panels.

With my legs securely in place I made one last adjustment to the dildo.

The pole that connected the fucking machine to the dildo had an extender

on it. I had shortened the pole as far as it would go so I could get in

and now needed to adjust the height. I extended the pole till the first

two inches of the dildo were buried in me. The feeling was amazing as I

pushed it in place. It was a life-like dildo and I could feel the veins

as they teased my swollen clit as the first two inches slid by. I wanted

to push the dildo all the way in and crank the machine to full but knew

Craig could get here at any time. I locked the pole in place and went back

to work connecting myself to the box.

The rest of the gear I was going to need to finish my setup was already

in the box and attached to their perspective places. Leaning out I picked

up the front panel of the crate and positioned it. Each of the poles on

the frame had holes drilled through them. Each panel had bolts on the outer

edges of the panels and lined up with the holes in the poles. Once the

panel was on I could put a nut on each bolt to secure the panel on. I used

a wrench to tighten the bolts. There were three bolts on each side length

wise on the panels and one on the top. I didn't put any on the bottom since

I didn't want to be kneeling down on any of them. I had put a small zipper

pouch on the top panel where I stored the wrench. It took my eyes a little

time to adjust to the new darkness. The top and bottom panels were made

out of solid wood pieces so there was no way that light could come in from

there. The bigger side panels were made out of two by fours that ran vertically.

There was a small gap between each two by four that let a little light

in but more importantly allowed air in. On the out side of the boards that

were running vertically was several short two by fours that went horizontally

and connected all the other ones. I screwed all these boards together making

sure I screwed from the inside out so no one would be able to open the

crate from the outside.

With the last panel securely in place I then went back to the task of

securing my body inside my now completed shipping crate. At each of the

bottom corners of the crate were leather straps. I pulled each strap up

and connected it to D rings imbedded in the bottom of the corset. The D

rings were on the right and left of my front and back. Pulling the cords

tight I secured my waist so that it was being pulled downwards towards

each of the bottom corners. The top corners of the box had the same thing.

Those cords were connected to D rings on the top on my corset. The cords

connected to the D rings using curved locks that have the little bar that

slides back to let you hook something on then have a spring to hold them

closed. With the corset connected to the top and bottom of the box my upper

torso had become completely immobilized. With the corset finished I now

had to move on to securing my head harness. Mounted to the bottom of the

top panel were two eye bolts. I lined the D ring on the top of my head

harness up between the two eye bolts then slid a bolt through all three.

The bolt went through all three rings and secured the D ring on the head

harness to the top panel. Placing a nut on the end of the bolt I hand tightened

it enough so I wouldn't have to worry about it coming loose on its own.

The last thing to do was to secure my hands.

Reaching down I picked up a pair of leather cuffs. I put a cuff on each

wrist then prepared to lock myself in for the ride. Towards the bottom

of the crate, about a foot and a half from the bottom, on the left and

right side were horizontal bars with some special locks that I was going

to use to secure my arms to the sides of the crate. Before I lost the use

of my hands I reached down between my legs and flipped the switch to turn

on the fucking machine. Once I felt the fucking machine start to work I

quickly slammed my wrists into the locks on either side. The fucking machine

extended the dildo three inches then withdrew four inches then thrust four

and so on. The machine had a four inch stroke leaving one inch in me on

its withdrawal stoke and filling me with five inches of the dildo on the

thrust stroke. I could feel the veins of the dildo rubbing my clit as the

dildo slowly moved in and out. My pussy was on fire to start all this and

this was just adding fuel to the fire. But it was going far too slow to

get me off only tease. All I could do now was wait in frustration for time

to run down.

As it stood right now my hands would be free in one hour. The special

locks I mentioned before really are special. Not to mention expensive.

I read a story once about someone placing themselves in a self bondage

session in which every time they moved their arm the timer holding their

arms apart would reset. If they could hold their arms steady for a couple

of minutes the timer would hit zero, a motor activated and lower their

arms. After reading the story I searched the internet looking for a company

that produced something similar. I found one company that produced electronic

locks that could be unlocked by a remote signal. I decided to contact them.

What I wanted was a lock that would unlock when a timer counted down to

zero but could have time added to it if it received a signal. The signal

I wanted to use came from an idea I got from Craig. It was probably the

only thing I got from the relationship that I really liked. Craig has a

dog; to keep him in the yard he uses one of those invisible fences. When

the dog goes over the buried wire the collar it wears receives a signal

which in turn shocks the dog. What I wanted was locks using a timer connected

to one of those dog collars. If the receiver from the collar goes over

one of those fences then it will tell the locks to add time.

The company produced the locks for me at a healthy price. The final

product was very impressive. The lock could be set to start with a certain

amount of time on it and the dog collar receiver could be set to add varying

amounts of time on. For today I had it set so that once the locks closed

the timer would start with an hour on them. I figured there was a chance

Craig wouldn't come so I wanted to be able to get out if I was just going

to get stuck in there. I set the receiver to add two hours on when it passed

over an invisible fence. I figured it would take most of the hour for Craig

to come over and pick me up, then he had to drive over to the new house,

which he had to find first using my instructions. Without traffic I figured

it would take him an hour to get over to the house. It was eleven in the

morning when I started this so I figured that it would take the better

part of two hours to get there. This is where one of the other fun risks

comes into play, in the driveway of this house is an invisible fence so

once we leave here there will be two hours added onto my time. At the new

house in the driveway is the same thing. If we get to the house after the

time on the locks runs down I will be able to free my hands and not have

to wait an extra two hours. If I am still locked in when Craig delivers

me to the house then two more hours get added on and I will have to sit

and wait for two hours outside in the open. It was even more exciting to

know I would be all alone out by my front door.

In and out the dildo was the only thing that could indicate the passing

of time. That passing of time seemed remarkably small when I heard the

familiar sound of Craig's truck pull up. He had gotten here far quicker

than I expected. I could hear two people get out of the truck and slam

their doors. Craig must have brought a friend to help him move me. I heard

them walk towards the front door then strained my ears to hear an indication

of what they were doing. Finally I heard them start walking back and coming

around the garage. One of them came in through the door and suddenly my

dark box was better lit as light poured in through the open door. The garage

becomes even more brilliantly lit when they opened the garage door. I was

getting more and more excited as I heard them moving around me. I was really

about to be shipped over to a house in a crate dressed like a sex doll.

My pussy was positively drooling from the excitement while the fucking

machine continued its slow and constant torment. Suddenly my whole world

moved as I was tipped. They were each carrying an end of the box and I

was looking straight up. My hips had shifted slightly and now the dildo

was pressing even more on my clit.

"Man this thing is heavy, what on earth do you think is in here,"

the friend said.

"Who knows, she always did like to collect junk," Craig replied.

If only Craig really knew what was inside. Me, the girl he still desperately

wanted, dressed like a sex doll, all boxed up and ready to be shipped and

used. They continued to talk back and fourth but I wasn't paying much attention.

The whole situation was just making me hornier by the second and I could

barely focus on anything at the moment. I was brought back to reality when

I was dropped into the back of the Craig's pickup. I heard them shut the

tailgate of the truck then get in and start it up. Well I guess I am going

to have at least two more hours in here. Unless Craig finds some serious

traffic, I doubt that I will be getting my hands free before I get another

two hours added on at the new place. Craig drove through town and I knelt

there listening to every sound there was. I tried keeping track of where

we were by the turns but quickly found I was completely lost. The excitement

of knowing I was locked in a box dressed in leather getting fucked by a

dildo all while people were all around was adding to the fire that was

furiously burning in my loins.

Time and locations were completely oblivious to me. At this point I

was surprised when the truck stopped and I heard Craig get out. I heard

Craig walking towards the house while I heard his friend get out and drop

the tailgate. I heard Craig knock on the door then wait then knock again.

Apparently I wasn't home, where on earth could I be. I wasn't actually

ready for the ride to end; I was really enjoying driving around the town.

Let me tell you, you can never appreciate or love a pot hole till you have

a dildo buried in your twat. Well, I still have at least two hours of waiting

around here at my house. Who knows maybe something will happen. I was really

starting to come down off of my high that I had built up from all of the

excitement and was getting a little disappointed that it was over but still

very frustrated at not being able to relieve myself. I also wasn't looking

forward to the two hour wait I had to face while the time counted down.

Craig came back to the truck. "She didn't answer; she must still

be at work."

"Ok, let’s just come back later and drop it off," his friend replied.

"Well the note did say to just to leave it at the front door."

"Yeah but wouldn't you rather deliver this when she is here so

you can get some pussy!"

"Good point."

"Thought so, let’s go see a movie and kill some time. We'll come

back and drop this off tonight."

With that they drove off with me in the back of their truck. To make

things worse when they left they had to drive over the invisible fence

which added another two hours on. That meant I had at least four hours

to go before I could get free. They drove over to the mall which was loaded

with people. I don't know what movie they went to but it felt like it took

the entire day to get over. People were constantly walking by. Some passersby’s

would look at my crate and ask the person next to them what they thought

was in it. None of them were right. A few were even bold enough to try

to look through the cracks to see what was inside. All I could do was hold

my breath and hope they didn't hear the sound of the device between my

legs. I can tell you that the movie was less than four hours since my arms

were still locked at my sides. When they got back they hopped in the truck

and started driving. When the truck finally got to its destination I heard

one door open and then the friend yell back at Craig.

"All right so if she isn't there, just drop the box off and come

back here and we'll go out for beers. If she is there then take her up

on her reward and park your dick in her slick."

With that he shut the door and Craig started backing away. Well I can

tell you Craig definitely can't count on parking his dick in my slick,

which at this point was very slick. As Craig pulled out I could just make

out the friend saying "max down". It didn't even hit me at first but when

it did it was like a ton of bricks. Max was Craig’s dog which means Craig

just dropped his friend off at his place, the one with the invisible fence.

That just added four hours onto my time. Craig got to my house and again

found I wasn't home. He moved my crate over to the door and set it up against

the wall, thank god with my head up. I started calculating the numbers

in my head. I started at eleven with an hour on the cuffs. I had gone across

the invisible fences six times which adds two hours apiece. That meant

I wasn't going to get free till after midnight sometime. It was probabily

only about five or six now which meant I still had a long ways to go and

there was going to be plenty of battery life left to run the machine between

my legs.

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