The day had finally arrived. After months of preparation, testing, and construction my genius husband was finally confident the shipping crate was safe and would keep me alive, healthy, and well stimulated for the 3-day journey.
It all started several years ago. My husband and I had just celebrated our two-year anniversary when we got into a deep conversation while his rock-hard cock was deep inside of me. We were talking through our fantasies while enjoying a long slow fuck. In my heightened state of arousal, I couldn’t help but spill some of my innermost desires. I told him how I want to be encased, and how I loved the feeling of helplessness and complete immobility. I told him how I longed to cum in the open, with people all around, but not be seen or heard. I wanted the threat of being discovered and having to restrain my verbal enthusiasm while cumming hard. I told him how I wanted to be edged for hours, held on the brink of orgasm, but not finding release until he wanted me to. All of this came spilling out of my mouth as my pussy was full of his throbbing member. Just the thought of that night and how open and honest we were makes me wet with desire to this day.
The consequence of that conversation was several years of excitement and enjoyable exploring of desires. My husband pushed my limits and learned what those desires really meant. During this period, he hatched of a delightful plan to meet all of my desires in one extended multi day session. I was going to be shipped like a piece of freight on a journey across country. I would be encased and teased to countless orgasms during the process but also be aware of what was happing around me, and the people I came across. To heighten the experience my husband had researched and found a shipping company that handled valuable and fragile specialized cargo that their customers didn’t want to fly for whatever reason (perhaps too large or heavy). They guaranteed 24-hour guards watching the goods at all times, and delicate handling. Of course, to increase the threat level I wouldn’t know anyone around me while being shipped, and the 24-hour guards would force me to contain any verbal excitement. My husband would pack me up in a shipping crate like a valuable piece of antique furniture, call the shipping company, and send me on my way. Then he would then wait a day and fly to meet me at my destination.
The morning couldn’t come soon enough as I was so excited the night before I had trouble getting to bed. When I finally awoke after a fitful sleep my sex was dripping with desire, and before my husband could even put a coherent thought together, I had him hard and was slammed his cock balls deep into my pussy. I fucked him hard and we both came with deep moans. I love the feel of his seed deep in my pussy and a feeling of deep contentment and love flooded my body as he rushed off to the washroom to get ready. I lay there with semen leaking out of my sopping cunt thinking of the next few days. Already some new excitement started to build.
With my husband out of the shower and dressed he went to the garage to start the final prep work. I got out of bed and started my day. First, I had a good shower, as I wasn’t going to be washing for another 3 days or so. I ensured and pussy was properly shaved and cleaned eliciting a moan as I washed my husbands cum out of me. I toweled off and got dressed, then went looking for my suit. I was to wear a tight fighting catsuit of sorts. It was a made of a comfortable material that didn’t get too hot or cold, and would wick away any sweat. During what my husbands referred to as the “design phase” we had tried different catsuits and various materials for the inner foam that would line my body and the crate to ensure I would be comfortable inside from 8-30 degrees C and ensure the uncertain conditions during shipping wouldn’t cause problems. The catsuit was made of a tight fitting near spandex type material, but modified to have a fully exposed crotch and allowed my well-endowed breast to hang freely. It ended at the neck, to allow for correct handling of my head, mouth, etc. in the crate. To feed into my encasement fetish it had gloves and skippers that enclosed each finger and toe individually. I started to get wet as I was putting it all on as the feel of it on my skin and the subtle stretching of the material around me teased one of my fetishes. Dressed and ready I headed down for a good breakfast, my last for a number of days.
After breakfast I headed to the garage, where preparations were well underway. I kissed my husband when I arrived and started the process of getting into the box. The first part was relatively easy. We found through experiments that for me the most comfortable long-term position was on my hands and knees with knees spread wide to allow full access to the sensitive bits of my body. I first had to kneel in the box with various bit and bobs around me ready to be attached. The feel of the foam around my knees, lower leg, hands, arms, and stomach was delightful, and having my crotch spread wide added a bit of a naught flavor to it. I fully admit I was getting quite turned on already and my pussy was starting to leak. Once situated my husband started right away with the rest of my encasement. He worried that having too much pressure on just my knees and hands wouldn’t be great. He started sliding in foam segments having to push a bit, as eventually, my fully body encasement was to provide slight pressure over nearly my entire body to prevent any discomfort over the long journey. Once the first foam segments were in place, next came some of the interesting and uncomfortable attachments. My husband, kind man that he is, knew to start with the not fun stuff first, to get it over with. To handle body waste, he had devised some sort of holding container that could never flow backward, “just in case the box tips” he said, but it had to be attached. It started with a catheter, and followed with a special but plug that was a bit unpleasant in size so that it could evacuate waste and still stay in place. Unpleasantness out of the way, next came something I did enjoy. My husband didn’t even bother with lubricant as he could see the sheen from pussy. I was still wet and getting wetter again, as he slowly slid the large dildo like object into my hot waiting pussy and bought up the small cup or nub that rested against and sort of surrounded my sensitive clit. To say it felt great in my excited frame of mind would be an understatement. Next, he moved to my breasts. They had some special attachments as well that sort of surrounded my hanging tits, applying light pressure all around them. In some ways it was almost like large condoms for my breasts. He fiddled for a bit to get all the wiring and such in the correct spot and pushed the foam around my large mammaries. At this point I was nearly encased, with my weight starting to balance out as expected. The tightness around my body, and the feeling of immobility was great. I could feel a very slight pressure around my legs all the way to my lower thighs. My arms were fully immobilized and enclosed. Foam surrounded my breasts and when all the way to just above my pubic area, and all of my back was already in place as well. I was nearly fully engulphed in immobilizing foam.
Next was a more complicated bit, but to keep me from getting bored my husband kindly flipped on a really low vibration for the dildo. I could feel it’s gentle hum deep inside me as he attached the frame for my head and neck. This part was important as it kept my head fully immobilized, but not enclosed with foam to allow for air flow, and vision to the various micro monitors that showed me the entire surround around the crate. Further he inserted the phallic like device into my mouth that he liked to call my “feeding cock”. It would feed me the nutrient goo and water that I would be eating and drinking for the next few days. He then worked on the last of the foam, getting me fully and completely encased. It felt like I was wrapped whole body in a gentle embrace with some added gentle vibrating excitement deep in my pussy. My husband started to secure all of the outside of my little box prison and sadly switched off the vibrator to do a system test of his rather intricate control system. I grunted around the feeding cock as needed to indicate that things were working. As a final important step, he had me activate my emergency button, which trigged an alert on his phone and releases my phallic food dispenser, allowing me to make clear noise that could easily be heard outside of the crate. The crate had a few spots on the sides that allowed for clear air flow for breathing, but also to feed my fetish of having to restrain my vocalizations, allowed sound both in and out. I had to be quiet or be heard, and I would hear my surroundings.
Testing out of the way and feeding cock back in place, my husband finally sealed me up fully. He asked if I was 100% and good to go. I readily agreed! He said “alright, starting now”. With that he tapped a command and the vibrator in my pussy sprang to life again, this time following a devious program my husband created to ensure I was edged as long as possible. He then walked out of the garage to make the appropriate calls to the shipping company.
That initial wait was a tad boring, but was the only boring part of the whole trip. As I waited in the garage my internal desires were on a slow simmer a best. My encasement meant I was completely powerless to further my pleasure. It felt like maybe 40 minutes of slow vibrations in my pussy before the vibrating cup on my sensitive clit suddenly twitched to life and started to lift me out of my boredom. It was intermittent, throwing waves of pleasure at me at random intervals. After the tenth such interval the devices on my breast started to play providing a distinct sucking sensation to my nipples as well as a feeling as if hands were fondling my encased breasts. Unfortunately for me, this also came at random intervals, and didn’t seem to overlap my clit stimulations.
I was really focused on all these sensations in my body and had reached an enchanting cycle of near orgasm and let down with the clit vibrations and the breast stimulation when the garage door began to open. Through my little monitors I could see my husband talking with the shipping guys, and I could hear them clearly through the clever air and sound channels. My husband wanted to make sure they were going to keep the box in the correct orientation, and he helped the shipping guys place “this way up” stickers around the box. As they moved around touching my confining prison and placing stickers, all I could think about was I was separate by only a few inches of wood a foam from them. All the while my body was getting teased and very sexually frustrated. I needed to cum damn it. I felt I had been teased for 2 hours by that point, and the cycles of edging for nearly half that. My husband confirmed the final details and followed the shipping guys went to their truck to get a fork lift. The moment of silence with the garage open facing the public street allowed me to concentrate enough on my sexual excitement to get close to orgasm yet again, but not quite.
The small fork lift rolled into the garage and slid the forks into the pallet below my wonderful prison. I felt a slight jolt, as the box was lifted slightly off center just as the vibrations of the large dildo in my pussy, clit cup, and breast sucking coincided for the first time. It was good that the forklift was making a touch of noise as even though I was trying hard to remain quiet a small moan escaped from around my feeding cock. My pussy muscles tensed and spasmed in pent up edged passionate fury. My full body encasement only added to the pleasure as I was unable to thrash with wild abandonment as the most intense orgasm of my life finally washed trough my entire body. It felt as if it was going to last forever, and I just had a moment of concern before everything turned off. My intelligent husband came through again and the machines had somehow monitored that I had cum and stopped the devices before it became too intense. I had often held a desire to achieve multiple orgasms but had never been able to as my body enters a hyper sensitive mode after the first one, and I can’t push past it.
As I rested, exhausted from such and intense full body orgasm, my crate was loaded into the back of a large cargo truck. Inside on my monitors I could see 2 other odd shaped crates in front of mine, and 2 large men obviously guards, carrying side arms. I could see my husbands research was paying off. I wasn’t going to have a moment alone without someone close by to potently hear me moan or gasp. As the workers re-loaded the fork lift and the back door was closed, cutting off the last view of my house I started to get a touch drowsy. The combination of such a body racking orgasm and lack of sleep from last nights excitement final caught up with me and I drifted off.
I was rudely jarred awake and nearly let out a muffled yelp before remembering to not make a sound. The large dildo in my pussy had suddenly release some lubricant deep inside me that was not particularly warm and started moving in and out of my stretched pussy in a slow steady rhythm. It took my mind a moment to catch up after waking to start to get into the groove. With both the anal plug and the dildo being rather large to accommodate all sort of fun functions I could feel them rub against one another through my body as the dildo pushed in. This lasted for some time, and I was definitely getting revved up when the motion stopped. It took a rather large amount of self control not to scream in frustration. Fortunately for me, it was a bit easier, as the feeding cock started squirting nutrient goo into my mouth. The goo wasn’t notably tasty, but it had everything my body needed. Must be lunch time I thought.
As I sucked down the goo and got some water from the feeding cock, I started to become more aware of my surroundings. The noise and rocking of the truck, the conversation the guards were having, and more about my general predicament. It reminded me that I wasn’t alone. It was rather intoxicating and arousing thinking about two armed and burley men mere inches away from my completely immobilized, helpless, horny as hell form. I started studying the guards in the monitors, thinking dirty thoughts about mistakenly making noise and them hearing me struggle as I started down a mental arousal path.
Major thought train derailment. My husband’s voice was suddenly in my ears, and my breasts were suddenly getting the attention of the devious devices he had designed.
“Hello my love” his voice said. “I know you’re shocked to hear my voice. I wanted to surprise you with a few things on your journey to keep things exciting for the full 3 days. Don’t worry no one but you can hear me, I snuck some induction earphones into the box design. By now you should have enjoyed your first major orgasm of what will be many, and your first meal. Hope it was as good as you hoped. I have to admit sitting here recording this is getting me hard thinking of your predicament. I have a few more surprises in store for your journey. Speaking of which your next surprise is about to trigger.”
There was a pause in his speaking and my hungry pussy was rewarded as the dildo sprang to life with mild vibrations and long slow strokes in and out of me. Then it happened. The plug buried in my ass also started some soft vibrations. I was not expecting this, my husband has made several points about it being important for biological reasons, not pleasure, but oh boy did it feel good when coupled with the breast stimulations and the joyful feeling of repeatedly being stuff and unstuff by a large vibrating cock. Damn he was good.
His voice started up again, “Remember all that design phase work we did my love? Well, you’ll be happy to know that all that… ahem… hard work, has provided me with a very detailed knowledge of your limits and what your body can take before you orgasm. I’ve configured the box to repeatedly bring you right to the very edge of orgasm without pushing you over. You are going to be edged for hours without release and when your release does come, I will be sure to push you past any sort of limits you think you might have with the power of your orgasm.”
His words ended and I could almost see his smile at the final threat of unimaginable pleasure. I felt I was ready for it, but before I could sturdy my mind with determination the speed of thrusting into my hot love channel picked up and the sucking on my nipples increase dramatically in strength. I almost moaned as the pleasure picked up dramatically. Having to resist that moan only increased my shear enjoyment of what was happening both outside and inside my body. I couldn’t help but concentrate on the feeling of the large phallus pushing deep into me, spreading out my dripping cunt. I could feel my vaginal muscle contracting without conscience though as the dildo pulled out trying hard to keep the pleasurable vibrations from slipping out of me. I was also painfully aware I couldn’t make a sound as the guards were having some asinine conversation about a video game while I was being brought to the heights of arousal some few feet and a few inches of wood and foam away from them. The increased mental and physical stimulations quickly brought me to the edge of the orgasm precipice, but just as I was thinking I might achieve orgasmic release despite my oh so clever husband, I was denied as the thrusting slowed along with the vibrations and tit sucking. A bead of frustration formed in my mind as I was left hanging on the edge before slowly starting arousal decline.
But not too far. No, my husband was too damn good at what he did and I hardly started down the slope when first the vibrations picked up, then the sucking, and the speed of the thrusting. This horrible terrible wonderful cycle near orgasm release to slight decline and back again lasted longer than the age of the universe as my small bead of frustration turned into a raging massive black hole of desire that was causing me to silently cry physical tears as I rode out to the very edge of what excitement my body could take.
Having lost all sense of reality and being in such an orgasm crazed state I was edged one final time before I determined if I was not allowed release yet again, I was going to have to push my emergency button. Even as reality was not fully there anymore, I knew it was my only hope. My lust fogged mind had to have release and it had to come now. Shame and embarrassment be damned. As the pace once again picked up I rode a tidal wave of pleasure to the razer edge of orgasm, and suddenly it happened! I was pushed right over as box didn’t stop its wonderous pleasure devices this time. The feeling crashed over me so hard I held my breath trying with all my might not to scream as orgasm rocked through ever fiber of me. Muscles in every part of my body strained and tried to thrash as my tight encasement held me completely immobile. And still, much like my first early that day my orgasm continued past what I thought was a normal length and this time my evil man of a mate didn’t stop his infernal machines and waves of pleasure continued almost further than I imagined possible until finally everything stopped and after a few minutes I was able to breath normally again.
I had not idea how long I was in such a hyper aroused state before being allowed to cum. Much like the first orgasm that day I quickly drifted to sleep and was again awakened by a none to warm lubricant being pumped directly deep into my cunt and the slow undeniable in and out motion of the dildo inside of me started up. I was again given a meal and this time lots of water. My man must have known that the excitement earlier would make me thirsty.
After dinner no new voice messages come to me, but some excitement started to happen around my protective crate. We had reached some sort of destination, and the truck had started lots of turning, stopping, going. After a few minutes the back was opened, and the guards talked with the drives and some people who looked like warehouse flunkies. All the while in my confined tight enclosure I was treated to long slow strokes of a cock moving in and out of me. The warehouse flunkies brought up a forklift and I was lifted at that odd slightly off-centre tilt, and rolled into a warehouse of sorts. As the driver was maneuvering my box the clit vibrator started suddenly. I had nearly forgotten that vibrator existed as after such a long fuck session and powerful orgasm without it. The direction clit stimulation had a quick effect on me. As the grungy looking forklift driver finally lowed my box into place, presumable for the night, I was already approaching the edge of another orgasm. This one had a different feel then the last as the stimulation was different. What a delightful surprise for me as my body engaged different pleasure centers for this session of edging.
The other contents of the truck I was in were also offloaded and parked next to me in the warehouse. I could see lots of other fright of all different shapes and sizes around me through my monitors. After an indeterminate amount of time, as I was edged over and over with just the motion of the dildo and the vibrations against my clit, a medium build attractive man in a suit came down the isle I was placed in bringing a small group of men with him. He stopped right at my box and put a clipboard and hands right on the lid of my containment crate. He was talking to the men about guard shifts or something with locking down the warehouse. His hands mere inches away from a helpless restrained women in an intense state of arousal. Hearing his strong voice talk business as I was pleasured by long slow thrusts of a large cock into my most sensitive organ. The mental stimulation of it was playing on all my fetishes and my body reacted by becoming more aroused. Again, my evil genius husband’s infernal expertise prevented my needed orgasmic release. I was teased to the edge and back the whole time this man in a suit stood there.
After what I’m sure was a short time, he moved away with his cohort of followers. I continued to be teased by the slow insertions of the dildo, and the pleasing vibrations on my clit for some time without much else happening other than a building frustration deep inside. At one point after my close encounter with the suited man, I had found a clock on my little monitors. I was surprised to find that it was already late, after 7pm, but my tormented edging continued. At around 8:45 another shipment of freight came in, and was place in my isle and the isle next to me. Then around 9 there was rather loud sounds throughout the warehouse as doors were closed and locked, and the warehouse secured for the evening. I wasn’t left alone however, as after everything was secured at around 9:15 a guard started walking through the isles. I held my breath as he walked close to my box, nervous I was going to moan in my ridiculously aroused state. I was left panting after he walked away, hopefully far enough not to hear.
At 9:30 on the dot, something changed. The pace of the constant thrusts into my pussy picked up and seemed to go deeper, and the vibrations at my clit became more intense. Having just gone through a slow down it took my body a minute and I was quick brought up to a new height of excitement. Fortunately for me, it didn’t stop this time and I was able to achieve my much desired orgasmic peak. I came strong and hard, but different than earlier in the day. It was nearly subdued in feel, but different in fun ways. I could feel my vaginal muscle contract hard against the dildo as it pushed into me. I was able to feel how wet I was and feel how my orgasm forced some of my juices out around the fake cock. My orgasm was also a more normal length, but I nearly cried out as the intense vibrations and fucking continued after the pleasure wave subsided. I was so sensitive I thrashed as hard as I could against my encasement to get away from the sensations, but my confinement was too perfect and too complete. I was forced to ride out the crazy intensity of feelings as I as impaled again and again by the cock. I nearly pushed my emergency button at this time again to let out a scream, but just as I was thinking this the intense sensations turned into a wicked arousal again, and I wanted to continue.
I had never experience multiple orgasms before, not due to lack of trying, but my husband and I were never able to get past my hyper intense sensitivity. This time I was forced too and what a feeling it was. My second orgasm in likely less that 2 minutes crashed over me, and still the devices in the box didn’t stop. I bit down hard on the feeding cock in my mouth, bearing through the crazy intensity yet again, to get to that heightened state of arosal that was so different than anything else I’d felt. Orgasm number three took a touch longer to arrive as something interesting happened as I was running up the arousal mountain, my feeding cock started to change shape. I was not expecting this, it almost felt like my moth was being fucked. I love that feeling, and regularly enjoy my husband fucking my mouth. This, while different, was also enjoyable and added an extra sensation to help me get to orgasm number 3. My third orgasm in about 6 minutes was something to remember. Just as I started to cum I had a surprise as my feeding cock squirted what I can only assume was some stored semen from my husband into my mouth. It was even warm as if it has just unloaded from his testacies. As the salty treat pumped onto my tongue and teased my taste buds, the surprise of it kept my orgasm going when I thought I was done. Thankfully the torturous devices in my box shut off after that. I was able to consume the last of the slippery cum in my mouth and ride down from my orgasmic high as the muscle in my body quivered.
My husbands voice started up in my ears again. “Hello my love. If you’re hearing this, you must have been able to finally push past your post orgasm sensitivity. I was pretty confident you could if I didn’t give you a choice! I also hope you enjoyed your little snack. I know how much you love to suck me dry and wanted to remind you that even though I’m not there I’m still thinking of you. I’m sure at this point your rather exhausted from a long day, so I’ll let you get some sleep now. Love you.”
With that his voice ended and I was left alone. I was provided some more water from my feeding cock and became aware of how tired and exhausted I actually was. For not moving for the entire day, it’s amazing how much effort it takes to be sexually excited the whole day. I even had some mild aches and pains in my muscles from all the straining to try to cum. Water done, I drifted off to sleep.
I was awoken in the morning by sounds of the doors of the warehouse opening and a forklift starting up. The clock I could see through the monitors read 7:30. My aches from the night before were still there, but lessened and hardly noticeable, and as a distraction I watched and listen the action around the warehouse. It wasn’t long before my thoughts started to wander to my encasement predicament, which got me wandering down a path of arousal, and the fact that there was a large cock like object sill buried in my pussy that wasn’t doing anything started bugging me. I wanted to feel some manual excitement but it was not to be as the first thing that happened was a gentle series of pings in my ears, presumable to make sure I was awake, then I was fed some nutrient goo and some water. My husband must have wanted to make sure I didn’t drown or something by the unexpected influx of food.
Finally, after the feeding something fun happened. A lovely slow massage started on my breasts. Followed shortly after by the start of a long slow fucking of the dildo in my cunt. No vibrations this time apparently, as my husband decided to keep up his streak of variations in pleasuring me. Some warehouse workers were walking by when my feeding cock started to expand and grow in my mouth again. I was starting to get pretty excited at this point, and I closed my eyes, listening to them walk past as I pretended, I was sucking my husband’s cock.
After a while I neared my first orgasm and was edged and brought back down again. The tit massage and dildo got more intense again as a forklift came and lifted my confined prison. The forklift turned out, and had just picked up speed when there was a huge shout. I was rather involved in the edging going on to see what was happening, but the driver hit the breaks hard, and my crate slid off the end of the forks. It was like something in a movie as my crate slowly tilted to one side, teetered for a bit and then fell full over on my right side making the butterfly’s in my stomach jump. There I was encased, trying not to make noise as I was edged, and my prison threw me to the side. Fortunately, my brilliant husband had planned for this and I hardly noticed, other then a different pull of gravity. My slow erotic torturous edging continued, but with this extra element of danger at being thrown around and unable to do anything about it, ratcheted up my excitement. I think I had some sort of mini orgasm as I could feel my pussy muscles clenching the cock, but didn’t have the huge wave of euphoria.
The forklift driver cussed and immediately a number of people surrounded my box. My excitement notched up again with a bunch of men just inches from my body aching with desire. As they discussed their plan to right my crate, I was edged two more times. They finally figured things out and lifted my confining prison and softly set me right side up. I nearly came when I saw and imagined all of the hand just inches from my dripping pussy and sensitive breasts. What if something happened and a part of my crate broke open? What if they heard my breathing as I was stimulated to near orgasm? What if their hands moving hard against the box, shifting it, popped open a panel and exposed my hyper aroused body? It gave me a chill down my spine.
After being righted some of the workers drifted away, and someone new in a suit came and talked to the guys around me with a clipboard on top of my crate making notes. All the while I was being teased in the most intimate way. Finally, the forklift started back up and I was moved into a large semi trailer. This was much bigger than the last truck I was in, but there were still guards inside preventing any verbalization from me. Back on the road again the rest of the morning was filled with relatively constant edging, and a final heart stopping orgasm as I came hard just as one of the guards was moving through the truck, checking on things. I was fed and watered like a good captive that I was, and after that the edging started again.
This time my nipples were being sucked, and the infernal clit vibrator was on, causing way more pleasure than it should. Also, the large dildo was moving in an out of my well lubricated pussy and there was a very low vibration from the plug in my ass. After what felt like a long time, and as I was starting to reach my peak frustration level with not being able to cum my final surprise of the journey happened. I had my eyes closed, tears dripping from them due to my pent-up sexual frustration from the last edging let down. I was concentrating on the full wonderful feeling of the cock in my pussy slowly moving against the plug in my ass. I was so close to orgasm, if I could just push myself over the edge, I felt I would be in heaven and everything would be right with the world, when I started to notice a slow tightening of one of the binds that was holding my head and neck safely in place. The one around my throat started to tighten. My only thoughts were oh my god, I can’t believe my husband thought of this. I had only mentioned this to him once in the whole time I’d known him. I had said I secretly wanted to be choked so hard I couldn’t breathe and be forced to cum as I struggled for breath. I think it was about to happen, and I was completely immobilized, encased and powerless to stop it. The strap continued to slow tightening and stopped just as I found I couldn’t breathe. That’s when I peaked. I started to cum. I came so hard I felt I might shake my crate apart as I thrashed in my foam encasement. My vagina spasmed so hard it nearly hurt. I was clenching the feeding cock in my mouth so hard I must have left marks. For several seconds I was in complete and utter bliss as my lungs screamed for air and my body was racked with violent pleasure. The tightness on my neck release and I took a big breath, but my orgasm continued, and continued, and then I lost it. I don’t know what happened. I think I was in such a pleasure overload that I actually passed out.
I became aware again some time later, as my usual nutrient goo and some water were fed to me. I looked at my monitors, and was still on the truck. I could also tell by the subtle vibrations of the road I was still in transit. I only had a few moments to absorb my surroundings again when I was surprised by a cool injection of lubricant deep in my abused pussy. The dildo then kicked to life. Lightly vibrating and moving slowly in and out of well used cunt. The soft kneading on my breast also resumed but nothing else. I was enjoying the sensations but not being quickly brought to an edge this time. I reveled in the warm feeling of general arousal that was stirring in me. It was almost a welcome break from the higher paced teasing from earlier in the day.
Not long after the truck stopped, and I was again offloaded into a warehouse. Much like the pervious one, I was place on a floor in a row with other items and occasional guards sweeping through. I couldn’t see a clock at all this time, so I was surprised when the warehouse closed down for the night. I hadn’t even been edged once during this time. I was having fun, and being aroused, but it was nowhere close to orgasm. What was my sneaky husband planning? To my surprise a bit after the warehouse shut down, so did my box. I was left mildly aroused, but not satiated. I was a touch annoyed about this, but I was also rather tired at this point. I stewed in annoyance for a few minutes then drifted off to sleep.
My sleep was very disrupted. I was left in a half horny state all night, having weird erotic dreams. A couple times I think I even partly woke to a very subtle vibration at my clit. I think this may have been my husband’s plan. I woke fully to the sounds of the chimes for breakfast. After eating, and still horny from the following night, I was really looking forward to some good solid edging and fucking. But as the devices in my box started up, I wasn’t sure I was going to get that. The dildo stated first with its squirt of lubricant, and some painfully slow motion in and out of my hungry pussy. I needed it to be faster damn it. This was followed by very weak sucking on my nipples and soft massage of my breasts. The clit vibrator even turned on, but with suck low intensity it wasn’t going to get me anywhere. Then my husbands voice came in.
“Hello my love, welcome to your last day. You have had 2 solid days of unimaginable pleasure fulfilling your wildest fantasies. Last night I started on one of my fantasies. Today, short as it is, I will be slowly teasing you until you arrive around noon. When you arrive, I want you in such a frenzy to get more pleasure that its nearly painful for you to wait to be taken out of your little foam encasement. I want you so ready to fuck and get more attention to that pussy of yours that once you’re free you fuck me that second without delay. I want you to jump my hard cock with your overused and abused pussy and fuck your brains out until you cum hard on me. This is going to be the ultimate edging session, without you ever getting close to orgasm or riding an edge, you’re going to want it so bad you’ll barely keep it together. That’s my fantasy for today”
And so started some of the longest few hours of my life as I was slowly, oh so slowly teased. Never enough to even get close to orgasm, but the fire of desire never leaving either. Never enough to really rev me up, but ever present and making it hard to really think about anything else. My husband was right, this was edging but a much more devious, almost painful, sort. I wanted more, knew I had so much more room for pleasure before orgasm, but denied even that.
The delivery of my box was uneventful that day. I was lifted, moved, driven, lifted again, moved again, and finally deposited in the destination garage with my husband standing next to my box. He took ages while talking to the delivery driver and had numerous forms to fill out. I’m sure some where accident reports about the crate tipping. The whole while I was in a super weird state of enhanced desire with all sorts of room for pleasure.
When my husband finally closed the garage, I smashed my emergency button and shouted out that I needed his cock in me NOW. My husband was right, it was nearly painful as he extracted me, oh so slowly, from my box encasement. Once I was free, and all the various attachments, I took a second to stretch and immediately threw myself at him. I ripped at his clothes, pushed him to the cool concrete floor of the garage. I yanked and pulled until I got at his hard enflamed penis, grabbing it with force. Before he could even react, I jammed his rock-hard cock deep into me. I did exactly what he knew I would. I fucked his hard cock riding a wave a pleasure finally unrestrained up to the peak of orgasm and over. I could feel my husband cock jerking inside me, filling me with his cum, as my pussy muscled clenched hard over and over in orgasm.
After as we lay there, his mostly flaccid member still inside me and his semen mixed with my pussy juices oozing out of me in a satisfying way, I told him what an amazing experience being boxed and shipped was, and asked when we could do it again. He only smiled a knowing smile.