[PackagedStories.net] Down on the Farm by Subdriver

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Last weekend We decided to subject my wife to a new experience. After

a morning of bondage and use, we loaded her up, naked, bound, plugged,

filled, and gagged with a Nerf ball packed into a stocking, into the back

of our friend’s SUV. We also loaded a crate into the truck, which our friend

had made.

The wooden crate measured 30”x16”x16”, and had a number of 1” diameter

ventilation holes drilled in rows along five sides. The crate was constructed

of plywood fastened to 2”x4” boards. The crate did not have any hinges,

latches or locks, just a lid that would require securing down with wood

screws and an electric screwdriver, which we brought along.

My wife was a bit confused. She couldn’t figure out why she hadn’t already

been loaded into the crate for transport. The answer was simple: I wanted

her to have some idea of how far away she was being taken. It is nearly

impossible for her to judge distance or time when she is sealed away in

the dark. Also, I wanted her to see where we had taken her when we arrived.

We drove for nearly two hours, with my wife squirming along in the back,

watching country roads whisk by. Finally, we arrived at a farm. We approached

from the back, entering near some dilapidated structures, allowing my wife

to believe it was abandoned. Once there, we unloaded the crate and the

lid, carrying them into a rickety old barn. Next we unloaded my wife, making

her hop along naked and trussed in broad daylight, in plain view of the

road only a dozen or so yards away, slowly leading her into the barn.

Once in the barn we strappadoed her and spanked her ass, paddling her

until it was nice and red. Better, we thought, for her to sit on in the

crate. Satisfied that her bottom was suitably tenderized, I roped her into

a tight ball tie before packing her seated upright in the crate. We assembled

the crate, securing the side panel in place with wood screws, making certain

that each screw was centered over wood, being careful not miss and catch

her, or partially miss and leave a protruding screw that she might cut

herself on during the night.

With her sealed in tight, we slid the crate under an shelf of some sort,

stacking old boards and straw around it to conceal it from view. With that finished,

we sat and discussed her plight and our plans to return home, then retrieve

her sometime the next day. We spoke loudly, so that she could hear us.

Our plans finalized, we said our good-byes and left her, stored naked and

bound alone in an abandoned barn.

As far as my wife knew, her situation was dire, She had been left naked

and helpless, gagged, bound, and filled, packed and sealed in a cramped

little crate, miles from home in a decrepit old barn. She had no idea where

she was, no hope of escape, and no clothing if she did. Even if she could

free herself from her bonds and her box, she would be doomed to wander

for miles naked down dark country roads.

She was trapped.

There my wife remained, stored away helpless in the barn, listening

to crickets chirping at night and an occasional car speed by on the road.

The next day we returned and loaded her up, still packed away in her

box for the ride home. For us, the return trip was a short drive. The house,

on our friend’s family’s farm, was less than a quarter of a mile away from

the barn. Of course, my wife didn’t know that. When we arrived home, we

unloaded her crate in the garage. It seemed such a shame to release her

too quickly after such a long drive, so we left her there for the rest

of the afternoon.

I had wanted to "up the stakes" for her a bit. I tried to arrange for

some men that she didn't know to "party" at the barn that night, sitting

around, drinking and joking, as though we had somehow inadventantly picked

a barn that was a local hangout for kids sneeking away to drink. I thought

it would be fun for her to sit, naked and trapped in her crate, fearing

discovery while strangers "unknowingly" sat there, possibly using her crate

as a table or a stool.

Unfortunately, as has always been the case, there were no volunteers.

03.08.07