Tales of the Rope

Chapter 26: Boxed In Continued

His pants back in place and held up by his belt, Matt took a deep breath and turned to Nadia. She whined and looked for a way she could get out of the box. But this man was not kidding. With a strong hand on her shoulders, he pushed her down, folding her body double until her head was by her knees. She could feel the ropes tightening as her body tried to become a ball. And the close side of the box, strong and hard against her naked flesh. Then his hand was replaced by the hardness of the lid. It would not close and he had to push on it. Still it would not quite close - too much woman being crammed into too small a box.

Matt simply sat on the lid. It closed the final inch by compressing Nadia into a square shape. Then he locked the two padlocks to the hasp and Nadia was a completely helpless prisoner in the box.

The pain was a discomfort, but she knew it would grow worse until she would be trying to scream. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. She wanted desperately to plead with him, to beg that he tell her it was all a joke and she was to be let out of the box.

For a while she tried to shift her body, to find some comfortable position, but the tight wooden sides held her close and prevented any movement. She tried to unfold, to use her body to push the lid up, but her strength was no match for the stout wood.

For a while there was nothing but the darkness and silence of her wooden prison - save for her muffled sobs. Then she heard voices. The air holes allowed some sound to enter.

“Well, slut, what should I do with you now?” Matt was saying.

“Well, Master,” came the meek voice, “you could begin by putting the gag back in my mouth. Then you could get me a box like that one. Put it on the floor at the end of your bed so I’ll have a place to sleep after pleasing my Master every night.”

will be most uncomfortable,” he pointed out. Nadia

“Yes, Master.”

I might forget and leave you in there all day,”

“Yes, Master.”

herself. But she could see where this ultra submissiveness would appeal to any

Or maybe not.

take your measurements and have a box ordered. It will be, you realize, slightly smaller

“Yes, Master.”

scream, “You have no idea how uncomfortable this is. And to spend all night in it would be pure torture - there could be

“Master...”

“Yes, slut?”

on my back and use that belt to whip my breasts. They’re so sore from the needles that I’m sure they will hurt something terrible. Of course, you should gag me first so I won’t embarrass

Keep your body pushed up that way. If you fall to the