[PackagedStories.net] Cruise In by Subdriver

作者：

#1

Well, it’s been a couple of weeks since I last posted anything of consequence,

in part because real life has been so unfairly taking up my time, and in

part because my wife and I have been doing anything truly outstanding.

Sure, we’ve been playing our routine bondage games, but honestly, how many

times can I post “tied her up, stuffed her in a box/bag/cabinet/car trunk

and left her there all day/afternoon/evening/night before the forum gets

bored with it?

Saturday we had plans to take one of our cars to a cruise-in. Preparation

for any type of car show, meet, or cruise always begins with washing the

car. I awakened at six that morning and pulled the car out of the garage,

into the space I had left for it behind one of our daily drivers. With

the car outdoors, it was now ready to be washed. I decided that this chore

should be my wife’s. Since she would most likely get wet doing it, I decided

that it would be best if she washed the car naked, hence the early morning

chore... there are simply fewer passers-by at such an early hour to happen

upon her and interrupt her work.

Of course, she wasn’t completely nude. She did have some rope to help

cover her. I hobbled her ankles with a length of rope, then tied her elbows

snugly, but not quite together, behind her back. This done, I tethered

her wrists in front of her with another length of rope, then added a nice

ball gag to complete her ensemble. I wanted to add something new to her

dilemma, as she had washed the car under such circumstances several times

before. I decided that. if the chance of been seen bound and gagged nude

washing a car made her anxious, that being seen with her breasts bound

and purple would add to the effect. So, I bound her breasts tightly, encircling

each one with several strands of tight rope. Still not content, I added

a butt plug, tied in place with a nice, tight crotch rope. Dressed appropriately

now, I sent her out into the cool morning air, bucket and sponge in hand.

Realistically, there was little chance of her being seen. The other

car in the driveway was parked at a slight angle, nearly blocking any view

from the street. Our neighbors were away for the weekend, and the house

and the shrubs blocked any view from either side of the driveway. Still,

there was a slim chance that someone would see her, and my wife nervously

scurried to finish her chore before the neighborhood began to stir. Not

an easy task for a bound and hobbled woman.

With the car washed, I released my wife from her bondage and sent her

in to shower while I waxed the car. After her shower, I placed her back

into bondage. I began by binding her breasts again, this time using plastic

cable ties. I placed a cable tie around each breast and pulled it tight,

again binding her breasts into round, swollen mounds. Using a pair of wire

cutters, I snipped the excess cable tie off close to the locking tab. With

leather in hand, I strapped her into her favorite position, with her knees

held folded tight against her shoulders and her legs held spread wide by

a strap across her back. I strapped her ankles down to her thighs, then

cuffed her wrists to the sides of her ankles. For her gag, I again went

with her favorite, a dental spreader gag, to complete her “wide open” look.

With her now nicely bundled up, I carried her out to the car and plopped

her into the trunk. Leaving the trunk open and her helpless, naked, and

completely exposed, I went back into the house and rummaged around a bit,

taking my time to select the right dildo and butt plug for her. After several

minutes - which to her seemed much longer, I returned, packing each piece

of plastic firmly in place there beneath the morning sun.

Content that she was now firmly filled, I returned to the house to change,

again leaving the trunk open. For my wife, her situation was quite tense.

She was completely nude, gagged, bound, spread wide and exposed, left to

be found with her most intimate parts packed full of plastic by anyone

who happened up our driveway. Of course, there was no one to happen upon

her. There are no sidewalks along the semi-rural street on which we live,

and thus, no pedestrians. Still, she was quite relieved when I returned

to lock her in.

Before leaving for the cruise-in, I tossed in a small bag containing

some brief clothing for my wife: an ass length silver mini skirt, a leather

halter, and a pair of four inch black spiked heels. I knew that she would

be upset if she were to spend the entire cruise-in locked in the trunk,

and while I didn’t have a problem with it, I was sure that the other cruisers

might object to her being naked.

We arrived at the cruise-in at a local restaurant around one, in time

for registration. I parked the car on the end of one aisle, where we were

the last car for several hours, until a late arrival parked next to us.

My wife was forced to remain in the trunk, listening to people walk by,

admiring the car and discussing it with me. One couple asked where she

was. I couldn’t resist using the age-old line, “She’s tied up right now”.

Sorry.

Whenever the coast was clear, I would open the trunk and give my wife’s

dildo a few quick thrusts, then close the lid again. After a few hours,

I opened the trunk, removed her dildo, disconnected her ankles from her

wrists, unbuckled the strap holding her legs folded, and told her to free

herself without removing her cuffs, collar, plug, or breast bondage. I

tossed her clothes in the trunk and instructed her to get dressed, then

again closed the lid, allowing her some privacy.

After a while I released my now barely dressed wife from the trunk,

allowing her to enjoy the rest of the cruise-in. While the tight leather

halter concealed her breast bondage completely, it also compressed her

ample breasts onto their bonds, adding a constant level of discomfort for

her. Added to her dilemma was her short, loose fitting skirt, which required

her to move cautiously, so as not to reveal her bare, plugged bottom. Her

situation was complicated by the natural attention her wardrobe-and its

contents, were drawing, all nicely accentuated by her thick black collar

and cuffs.

Despite the best attempts of the afternoon breeze to expose her, she

made it through the event without flashing too many people.

Actually, I barely touched on some of the precautions that I take with

her. One of the most important is testing the CO levels in the car's trunk

with a CO detector. I always test the car both at idle for fifteen minutes

and driving in normal traffic for thirty minutes before loading her in.

As for her stroll around the parking lot, well, I have some other plans

for her that we are about to try out. I'm sure that by the time I'm done

with her, she will consider that afternoon to be a walk in the park.

19.11.05