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The crate arrived about 4 PM from CF Freight Lines. Vicki had received noticenearly two weeks ago to expect it and to make arrangements with work for severaldays off. The crate was to be picked up and shipped tomorrow. It stood 42 inchestall and was thirty inches square. Vicki opened the envelope Jack had mailedher a few days before.

I will be requiring your services to entertain and close a businessdeal over the next week. You will need to make the necessary arrangementsfor the time off. You will be shipped to the meeting place on Wednesday.See you there on Thursday.

Jack.

Now what you might ask does this mean? Well, it started like this. Vickiis my loving wife of twelve years. She is truly devoted to her marriage, and I to her.

Vicki is attractive, a woman of 34, mother of two cute kids (eight and ten),and secretary bookkeeper to a small steel fitting company. She is a real woman,a person, not to be confused with the magazine model or with the perfect '10'of your dreams. Sure they exist but not in my world and I suspect not in mostpeoples world. To be sure that would be nice in fantasy or dream, but I don'tthink it would work for me everyday. She is 5'7" with a wonderful smile withlong lashes that frame beautiful black eyes. When we were 20 something herfigure was marvelous, at 30ish it takes a bit of care and work. Her hips areround and full. Her tummy through some effort keeps its place nicely. Her shouldersare large enough to support a wonderfully hour-glass type figure and smallenough to frame ample firm breasts. An olive complexion lends to wonderfultans with no lines. Her breasts though large and firm sitting well upon herchest, not bouncing on her knees mind you, falling sensually a bit towardsher sides. Her nipples are as large as you index finger and fully ¾ aninch tall pointing slightly outwards and upwards lending to a nicely roundedshape below. Vicki's areolas are dark well defined and near two inches across.Her sex is pronounced, full, eager, and sensitive.

To be brief I asked Vicki to take on several lovers 'friends' to kind ofspice up our marriage. As I considered one to be a possible threat I insistedon two 'friends'. We have enjoyed this particular arrangement for the pastfew years. Last year we added a new dimension: sexualslavery, which I will digress to explain shortly. I, we, Vicki and I deededher body for the purpose of sexual pleasures to one of her 'friends' for theperiod of three months. As we are married Vicki 'shares' her body with me,her husband… which we enjoy regularly and often. In addition to thistraditional arrangement we jointly deeded (I thru commitment with her and shein written contract) her body, her sex, her orifices, services, and passionsto Rod as his personal possessions for three months… to use or not ashe may choose at anytime and in any manner not detrimental to our marriageour family or Vicki's health. Rod did little out of the ordinary but did takeadvantage of Vicki to cater the NBA finals… naked.

Jack, another of her 'friends', on the other hand seemed to understand thenature of this deed and has made use of it often. One of the first things hehad done to Vicki's body was a complete laser hair removal procedure. It tookthree treatments which he paid to have performed. But now and forever moreVicki was completely hairless except for the hair upon her head. Yes, theretoo! Vicki is and will be as smooth as the day she was born. So now you understanda bit about the crate. Neither Vicki nor I knew what exactly she might be requiredto do to 'close' this business deal. Nor were we of a mind to decline. We haddeeded her to him for these three months.

I opened the crate. Curious. It contained an envelope – instructionsof a sort, a single black corset and a leather hood. There was a small paddedbench with an eight inch cock protruding upwards from it and a small funnellike objected behind. There were a series of straps and locks from the bottomto the top with grooves and a variety of small boards. The top of the cratehad sufficient holes for ventilation and a darkened background for privacy.Vicki was to be shipped, overnight freight, in this crate, via CF Freight Linesto somewhere in Denver. It was to be left in front of the garage at noon tomorrow.It was clearly labeled as "Glass – Fragile", "This side up", and do notstack more than three high.

"Well, I guess you're going to take a trip." I chirped as I examined thesituation.

"A crate! I am going to be crated and shipped like freight?" Vicki squawked.We examined it for safety. Vicki sat inside. Her head seemed to just touchthe lid. I closed the side.

"Can you breathe alright?" Vicki paused breathing deeply.

"Sure. It feels a bit claustrophobic though." She shifted around a bit. "I'mokay though. I took the time off so I guess we'll see what happens." She wasobviously leery of the circumstances. "Where is it going?"

"The bill of lading says Denver… overnight express."

I came home a bit early for lunch. As a contractor I can adjust my schedulesas might be required.

"Are you ready?" I asked Vicki.

She had the corset on. It fit, well, I had to tug the strings at the backa bit and retie it. The corset did accentuate Vicki's natural shape. Vickilubed the dildo with a bit of KY before entering the crate. Sitting into thecrate Vicki took the dildo slowly into her sex. She fussed about a bit gettingit 'fitted' into her. I knelt to fasten the ankle straps. These were soft paddedcuffs with small locks. I did not have a key! Click. Click. Vicki was lockedinto the crate. There were two Velcro straps about her calves… and twomore with locks about her thighs. There was a series of small toggle switchesunder the bench.

"Fresh Air – Vibrator – Electrostim." I flipped each on justthe see what they might be. A small fan began to circulate air. This was goodI left it on. A quiet buzz began. Vicki squealed.

"Oh, that's fun." She giggled as the dildo buzzed about.

"Periodic" was the next setting. I switched it to there figuring that 24hours of buzzing might just be a too much.

"Electrostim"… nothing. So I went on about strapping Vicki into thecrate. One strap fit about her tummy with a lock. One strap fit just aboveher breasts. There was another board, adjustable… Oh, I see. It fitsjust below Vicki's breasts, a shelf of a kind wedged into the crate with Velcrostraps at the base of each breast. There were to small metal rings that fitsnugly around Vicki's nipples… with two wire leads. I smiled quietlyas I adjust them into place. Another board fit across the end of the shelfwith two openings… like a pillory. Vicki's hands fit easily into theopenings closing and locking into place.

"Ouch!" Vicki flinched and jumped about as best she could. "Something'sshocking my butt! Ahhh…. My nipples!"

"Oh." I chuckled. "That's must be the 'electrostim' setting." It went offquickly enough. I adjusted the leather hood about Vicki's head. It was plentyroomy and seemed to block only her vision… except for the 'pacifier'type of gag. I pumped the small ball pump several times. I wanted it to restrictspeech yet not her breathing.

"Can you breathe?" I asked to be sure.

"Ye…. Bu…. Ah…. Can…. Sa… mu…"

"That's good. Now let me know if it changes." The final piece of board fitlike a stock about Vicki's head but with no restrictions about her neck. Thelock clicked shut. I left her sitting in the crate open for the next fifteenminutes just to be sure everything was going to be alright.

Buzzzzzz….. Vicki squealed at the shock and came with a grunt. Iset the side of the crate into place screwing it securely in place. Using ahousehold hand truck I moved the crate to the front of the garage. I spentnearly and hour fixing lunch and doddling just to be sure Vicki was going tobe alright.

"You okay?" I tapped on the top of the crate.

"MmmPh.."

"If that is a no, scream." Nothing. I got in the truck and left.

It was nearly six by the time I got home. The crate was gone. There wasa receipt stuck in the door. Vicki had been shipped to do the bidding of hercurrent owner… to 'close' the deal.

Travel

A wave of nervousness nearing panic swept thru Vicki as she heard the screwsbeing applied to the sides of the crate. She wiggled, slight movement nothingmore. She opened her eyes. The hood about her head kept her in total blackness.Vicki sat still. The crate was not at all uncomfortable to sit in. Yet still,she was in a crate, locked in a crate. Vicki tugged at her wrist. The strapsand locks held firm. She sat still. The fan whirred near silently but the airabout her felt so good. She waited straining to listen to any sound aroundher. The door opened. Something, what?

"Ahhhrggghh." The crate tipped forward slightly then rocked backward. Vickisat firmly in place. She did not slosh about or tip sideways or any such thing.The straps held her firmly in place.

The door opened and closed… Bump… Bump… Bump… threesteps of the front entry. Street noise met her ears. Bounce, thump, scrap… thehand truck slide away from the crate. Time… and eternity of time passed.Vicki's mind raced wildly. She decided to listen to the various street noises.The street was really very busy when one listened intensely.

"You okay?" Tap; tap, at the top of the crate. Vicki struggled to confirmher condition, though her state of mind was not as firm about this whole thing.In fact she had some real concerns about being 'shipped' in a crate.

"If that is a no, scream." Vicki held her tongue. In spite of concerns shewas in fact fine… at the moment.

Then the door on the truck closed… the engine started… theengine shift into gear… the tires turned… and Vicki was alone.The buzzing in her pussy brought about another distraction. Vicki sat hardinto the dildo… then it shut off. Off, just before she could cum. Damn!Then her nipples twitched and her bottom tingled as the electrostim triggered.Vicki squirmed. It was not going to be completely dull anyway… thenthe street noise returned…

Two long tedious hours passed before she heard the mailman pull up. Thedoor on the mail box opened, closed. The mail van drove off. The buzzing started… andstopped… almost but not quite. Damn!

Then a truck pulled up. The roll up door… something… someonewhistling… The screen door opened, closed. The crate rocked onto anotherhand truck. Vicki was in motion, jerking upward on some kind of lift. The rollup door closed with a bang. The engine jerked forward. Vicki was on her way… inher crate. She fidgeted as best she could to keep the circulation. She couldmove about just enough. The truck bounced along for another two hours. It stopped,started, stopped, started, etc. Vicki' crate got bumped, jostled, and stacked.She was freight… being collected, and shipped about the country… likefreight. Somehow the idea of her sitting naked with a dildo inside her beingshipped seemed, well, a rush for the moment.

The truck stopped. Men, many voices rushed to Vicki's ears. She must beat the docks. A fork lift picked up her crate and bounced her along. She feltherself being lifted, set atop other freight, and stacked inside a trailerfor shipping. Then there was movement, stopping, bumping, and more movement,more bumping… the crate rocked a bit giving Vicki real concern aboutfalling from where ever she had been stacked. There were several muffled voices… thennothing… not even street sounds. Vicki sat waiting.

The driver climbed into the tractor firing up the engine. Vicki awakened.She had been dozing in the silence. There was motion. She was on her way again.She felt the stopping, starting, and turning of city traffic… then thesimple sway of the open road as Vicki's tandem freight liner began the overnighttrip to Denver.

Vicki mused in the silence. How had she come to sit in the place, just now?Mike, Vicki's husband had started this about five years ago. Vicki had beena working Mother and part time housewife. It was a comfortable, traditional,usual life style. Mike had suggested that she respond to the advances of aco-worker. At first Vicki opposed the idea, but after each advance she feltcompelled to tell Mike… and he kept saying she should 'call his bluff'.The concern to Vicki was that he might call hers. Mike wrote the note suggestingthat they meet… out of town… folding it into her hand and sayingthe next time he asks give him this. It was another week before he asked.

Vicki gave him the note. He had left without opening it. She rememberedthe disappointment. The next day he passed her a note without a word.

Made reservations for the 23 rd atthe Comfort Inn in Jackson. See you there.

Vicki remembered showing the note to her husbandfearing some kind of reprisal.

"We better get you some nice things to wear."

"What?" Vicki had sputtered. "We're married."

"Yes, we are." Mike had answered. "and you're gonna spend the weekend inJackson on the 23 rd ."

"But…" Vicki stammered. "What if he… you know… wantsto… you know."

"I'd plan on it… In fact, make it the best 'you know' of his life."

Vicki was dumbfounded. She and her husband shopped, diligently, for a newwardrobe from the skin out… and she went to Jackson… and enjoyedthe sex immensely.

After that it was easier really. Mike had insisted on two 'friends' so thatthere would not be the problem of 'falling in love' with someone else. Thenext one was a customer… a friend… and so on. They had laughedabout her adventures together. Mike had bought her a small glass jar. She wrotea date on a small glass bead and tossed it in the jar, a different color foreach 'friend.' It hadn't taken as long as she had thought to fill that firstjar… then the next size larger jar.

Then last year he had come up with this 'slave' idea. It sounded a bit kinky,but might prove interesting so Vicki agree to try it. They had wondered ifthe 'friend' had even read it until he asked her to waitress the game… topless… ithad not stayed that way, but then the new jar was much bigger now. Vicki giggledas she reflected about the number of beads she had tossed into the jar.

Jack however had taken to the idea from the very beginning. After the hairtreatments he had confiscated all of her panties. She was allowed to wear onlyshear to the waist hose or nothing. All of her skirts had been altered to justbelow embarrassment levels. Every one of her bras had been replaced with tricot… andtwo had holes for her nipples to protrude.

Then he had taken her to shoot pool. She was not allowed to use a bridge.Several times she had been force to reveal herself in order to take a shot.Once he took her to dinner…

"Unbutton your blouse to where you are comfortable." He had instructed. "Nowevery time the waitress fills our glasses of water, yours or mine, you willundo one more button. Vicki left after dinner with her left breast fully exposed.Another time he had promised her sex to a client as a bonus upon closing somebig deal.

He had understood the nature of the deed and was using her as it pleasedhim. Vicki had been a bit stunned at first, but then he did hold the papers,the ownership to her sex… It was his to use as he wanted… shehad signed it over to him. Vicki simply obliged… and enjoyed the sex!

Consequently here she was rocking along in silence, crated and shipped likefreight… to close the next deal. Vicki drifted off into sleep, rockingquietly along the open road.

Vicki did not know how long she had been asleep. All she was truly sureof was that she had to pee. What a situation! She struggled, shifting about… finallygiving into the needs of nature. The funnel! All was well, RELIEF! Vicki fellback to sleep.

It was the braking of the rhythm that wakened her. The truck slowed to takethe ramp exiting the freeway. Downtown traffic… the stopping, starting,braking, turning kept Vicki's attention. It was early morning before sunrisethough to Vicki it was still just black. Finally the freight liner stoppedthen began to back up. Vicki had arrived in Denver. It took another two hoursbefore a fork lift hoisted her crate to the ground. Vicki felt herself movedalong quickly then stashed into who knows where. The ding-ding-ding of theback up alarm and the forklift was gone. Thump. Another crate was stacked uponher head. Bump. And another crate found her side. Within several quick minutesVicki had been sorted and stored for delivery. Now she sat… silent inher darkness. Vicki peed and slept…

Buzzzzz… the dildo began again. It had been silent through the wholeof the nights ride. Vicki came… it did not shut off… Vicki gruntedand came again… and again… The damn thing ran for nearly an hourbefore it stopped. Vicki was spent. OUCH!! The electrostim began. Her butttingled. Her nipples pricked with the current.

A forklift hoisted her crate. Vicki was too focused on the events in hercrated world to take much real notice of the moment she was loaded into thedelivery truck.

"I need someone to sign for the crate." The driver called to a man at theend of the dock. Vicki was left in her crate at the edge of the dock. It wasnearly an hour before Jack's voice reached Vicki's ears.

"Load this onto my truck." He instructed one of the dock hands. Bump. Tip!Crash! Bump. Vicki landed in the bed of Jack's pickup.

"Careful damn it," hollered Jack. "This is fragile, valuable cargo and ifyou damage it I'll have your hide as well as your job." Vicki smiled at hisconcern as well as his authority.

The pickup ride was NOT as smooth and fun as the freight liner. Vicki felther crate being lowered to the ground. She felt true relief as she heard thescrews being backed out. The side opened… fresh air touched Vicki'sflesh. Cool morning air! It felt good. Click. The keys turned in each lock.It took nearly five full minutes for Jack to release Vicki from her crate.Vicki's legs barely worked. She stretched wiggling her toes. As the circulationreturned Vicki stood upon her wobbling legs. Jack had left the hood laced abouther head.

"Good to see you." Jack held Vicki's hand in support. "How was your trip?"

"Mmphff…" Vicki said thru the gag. Jack took a second to deflatethe small ball in Vicki's mouth.

"Fine actually. It was a lot less eventful that I anticipated. Are you goingto remove this hood?" Vicki inquired.

"No," was all that Jack returned. "There is a lunch banquet in an hour.Your presence is required. You'll need a bath." Jack began unlacing Vicki'scorset. "Sit. I will draw the water." Jack placed Vicki's hand upon a chair.Vicki sat down. The bath water began almost immediately.

Jack led Vicki into the bathroom. "Get very clean, Luv. It's important." Jacktook several minutes to undo and remove her corset. The door closed. Vickifelt the walls until she found the tub. Carefully stepping, sitting Vicki relaxedinto the warm water. After several refreshing minutes Vicki found the soap.Dutifully she scrubbed herself clean. It felt good, very, very good. Dryingwas another adventure in the darkness or her hooded world. Vicki felt aboutfor the door. She stood refreshed, clean, and naked in the doorway.

"A quick phone call to let Mike know you arrived safely." Jack handed thephone to Vicki. She dialed… the message machine picked up. She lefta message.

Jack took Vicki's left wrist. Wrapped a soft leather cuff about it and clickedthe lock shut. A small lead chain allowed Vicki to follow. Jack led her alongbeing very careful to explain about the path she was walking. Carpet to thecool hardness of tile… a door opened… the warm of the sun… Vickiheld against the lead. She was naked! Jack tugged lightly upon the lead chain.Vicki swallowed hard and followed… outside… down the walkwayto the car. The door opened. Jack helped Vicki sit into the seat.

"Jack, someone might see me." Vicki protested as he sat into the driver'sseat.

"So, and who will know? You're hooded, just a good looking, though nakedwoman on a chain."

"I'll know." Vicki squawked under her breath.

Jack said nothing as he started the car. They drove thru town for nearlytwenty minutes before Jack turned on the private lane. Jack parked the car.The door opened beside Vicki.

"Are we alone?" Vicki asked as she stepped from the car.

"Do you really want to know?" Jack asked. Vicki's heart raced wildly asshe strode along following her lead.

"No. I suppose I really don't." Vicki said quietly. Voices… theywere not alone. Vicki flushed with embarrassment. She could not see them andthey surely would never know who she might be. Anonymity was her only solacein the moment.

"Step, step, step, walk, step, walk," Jack's voice instructed. Vicki followedin silence.

"Stop and stay here for a bit." Jack left the lead on the floor.

"Oil her skin for me. Use the Crisco not baby oil. That soaks in. I wanther skin glistening today." Jack told someone.

In a few quick moments tiny smooth hands began spreading cooking oil overevery bit of Vicki's flesh, every conceivable bit of her flesh… andwith her pubic hair gone Vicki's sex slipped against itself as she moved… interesting,stimulating… and glistening in the light. After Vicki was thoroughlyoiled she was led to another room.

"Step, step, step. Now lie down." Jack instructed. Vicki lay quietly uponthe table. Jack took a small length of red rope and tied each of Vicki's anklesto opposite table legs. Her arms he tied together at the wrists then at theelbows to the opposing table legs and the last Jack tied her about the waist.

"Now for this part of the banquet you are part of the center peace. Thecaterer's will garnish your body for presentation. You will be seen." Jackpumped up the gag.

"Mmphfft…" Vicki explained as Jack left. The caterer's entered garnishingthe table with flowers, fruit, candles, and such… excepting Vicki'ssex. Her breasts, vulva, labia, etc glistened thru the cooking oil. Vicki laystill. One by one the men began to take their seats about the table… andtwo women. Vicki could tell by their voices.

"Is she real?" One of the men asked touching her breast.

"Stop it." chirped one of the women. "Of course she is. She's breathing."

"Great!" exclaimed another. Vicki lay quietly embarrassed, humiliated, andanonymously displayed.

Jack talked business, growth plans, new products, marketing strategies,etc. The others listened. Vicki listened. It was interesting. She couldn'ttalk because of the gag, and besides she wasn't really there to say anythingto anyone. At the end of Jacks presentation lunch was served. Bowls of salad,rolls, and other food stuffs were placed about Vicki's body. The smells madeher take notice that it had in fact been since yesterday breakfast that shehad eaten. Lunch was simple and quick for the small group.

They adjourned from the table leaving the catering staff to clean up… aboutVicki's naked body. There were comments… and someone saw to it thata cucumber found a home in her twat. Jack returned soon after. He was not amusedquickly removing the object. One of the men at the table commented.

"Quite the center piece laying there. Creative and imaginative idea too.I bet I could find another use for her though." Someone seconded that though.

"She will be working here for tonight… so if you wish call me laterand I'll set something up." Jack obliged. "I'm sure we can work it out… sayafter six tonight."

"Sure thing." There was little effort to disguise their eagerness. Partof it amused Vicki… and part of it was a bit sickening. She did liketo be asked, and yet that really wasn't part of ownership was it. YOU wouldn'tcall Ford to ask if you could drive your Excursion, would you? So why wouldJack ask? She had deeded her sex to him. It was his to do with as HE chose… withoutasking permission… so it was… and she would.

"Will your legs hold you?" Jack asked as he undid the ropes one by one.

"Mmphfff…" Jack deflated the gag. "I'm not sure really." Vicki saidas the last rope fell from her wrist.

"Those two men are important. One is an investor and the other is a prospectivesalesman I have been trying to steal away for this area. I want you to seeto it that they enjoy what they want." Jack informed Vicki as he helped herto her feet.

"I'll do what I can for their pleasure." Vicki returned as she found herlegs.

Jack led Vicki to the car, thru the house, past the caterers, down the drive,and into the passengers seat… still bare naked… but then shehadn't packed anything but the corset when she left home. Vicki wiggled hertongue, made faces, and flexed her leg muscles.

"I'm hungry." She spoke at last.

"There is food waiting at the hotel. You did very well. You were impressiveat lunch."

"I am glad things went well for you. How long before I can take this hoodoff?"

"I suppose you can take it off for the afternoon… until sixish. Thenyou are expecting guests. It will be best if you wear it then."

Vicki sat quietly during the rest of the ride. Jack led her as he had donea few hours before, thru the people and into his bungalow. There he removedher hood.

"I need a shower before I eat."

"Sure. I'll get something on its way."

Vicki took several long minutes to stare at herself in the mirror. The imagebefore her glistened in the lights of the mirror. Vicki smiled. She DID looksexy. The shower felt good. It felt really good to get the oil off her skin.It left a nasty film residue in the tub. Oh well, Vicki thought in silence.Lunch was good… and so was Jack. He was long and thick with amazingstaying capacity. Vicki nearly always came with his cock inside her. Vickiwaited anxiously for the six o'clock hour. This was part of what she had beenshipped her to do though she had her own reservations about the evening. Thephone rang almost on cue. Yes, she was available… just meet her at hisbungalow, etc. Vicki donned her hood and waited for Jack to lace it up.

It was twenty-five minutes before Vicki heard a tapping at the door. Itopened. It was one of the voices from this afternoon.

"I'll be back in an hour. She's all yours… except… I havethe only key to the hood. Sorry, Ken. Trust me her face is fine… andher identity my little secret." Jack closed the door behind him.

"Well, Young Lady, I wanted introduce myself but it appears that it reallywon't matter now." He sat on the bed next to Vicki. His hand found her breast,her nipple. She flinched a bit at the contact. After some very good foreplay'Ken' flipped Vicki onto her tummy. His hard manhood pressed against her bottomas he lifted her hips to him. Slowly Ken pressed his cock into her bottom.His hands cupped her breasts. His fingers rolled her nipples lightly. His cockrocked throughout her anus. His cum filled her bowels. Vicki sat into is manhoodas his cock filled her with his warm cum.

It was near an hour when Jack returned. "Ken was very pleased. Jordan willbe along shortly. Need anything?"

"Not really." Vicki simply waited for the next man. He was not as attentiveto her. He seemed interested only in fucking her… hard… and talkingdirty." Vicki was NOT amused and NOT turned on. She did oblige him, servicehis desires and close Jack's deal.

It was late when Jack returned. It had been along day. Vicki was tired.She showered in silence.

"You'll need to call Mike. I'll be shipping you home tomorrow afternoon.Oh, and you'll need to mail this tonight." Jack handed Vicki a small package,addressed, and posted. "It has the keys to crate the locks. Oh, and I don'thave another set here with me either. So when you're locked in tomorrow…" Jacksmiled.

Vicki sat tiredly onto the bed. "These won't get there until day after tomorrow… andwell… where is the mail box?" Vicki asked.

"It's just at the corner, down there." Jack pointed to the end of the lane… andunder a street light. "And if the keys aren't there then call me. I have anotherset in the office. Do you want to wear the corset or would you rather go asyou are?"

Vicki stood fitting the corset while giving Jack a playful glare. In pointof fact she did NOT want to go to the corner naked, with or without the corset.And she was not all that happy about spending an extra day locked in the shippingcrate. Last night had passed quickly because she had slept, but another daywas really pushing the limit! Vicki opened the door. Jack opened the curtains.

"I'll keep watch from here. You never know what kind of pervert you mightmeet at night." He smiled wryly… but he was in touch with her safety,just not her dignity. Vicki strode to the mail box, posted her keys, and walkedback. No one seemed to notice. That was good enough for her, for a change!

Morning came too early. Vicki needed more rest. She struggled to keep theday out. It was shipping day again… but not till after lunch. Jack wasup, dressed, and ready to leave.

"Just order room service, Luv." He said at the door. Vicki poked her headabove the covers. "I'll be back round three. We have to have you at the docksby four-thirty."

"Betchya." Vicki struggle a smile. "Damn the crate." Vicki jerked the coversabove her head. Jack left the room. Vicki slept another hour before ringingfor room service. TV was dull and boring… Vicki exercised for an hour,stretching her legs and arms. She knew these would be restricted for the nextday or so.

It was three ten when Jack opened the door. "You ready? We've got to gethustling here." He laced Vicki into her corset… then her hood. Vickisat into her crate fitting the dildo into her sex wiggling about to be sureof comfort. Jack worked the boards, straps, and locks quickly. The side slippedinto place. The screws fastened it securely.

"How are you doing?" Jack asked. He had not inflated the gag.

"I'm fine."

"Ready for the ride home?" Jack asked as he slipped a hand truck underneaththe crate.

"No. But that's the current mode of transportation." Vicki said flatly.

She knew what to expect as she jostled about the docks, freight liners,and trucks. Late AM found her sitting at her garage awaiting her husband.

"Hi, Vicki." I said with excited anticipation. "I'm glad to see you madeit home safely. Enjoy your trip?"

"Sure." Vicki said flatly knowing that it wasn't over quite yet. "The keysare in the mail… and should be here tomorrow." I stopped cold, sat onthe crate itself and began to chuckle.

"What's so damn funny?!" Vicki near yelled. "I want out of here."

"We best get you into the house first." I left the crate outside. It, she,Vicki wasn't going anywhere just yet.

The side of the crate opened as easily as it closed. Vicki sat strappedin place. I took the hood off. She glared at me. "This is your fault!" Sheexclaimed. So I got the camera. A few pictures to remember this by was my idea.

"Yes. But you have arrived safely enough, right?"

"And it was an interesting trip, wasn't it?"

"Sure."

The mail arrived an hour after the crate… with a small package.

Vicki, you did very well. I closed both deals.Oh, I sent the keys earlier… but what fun would that have been,right? See you next week. By the way is there some kind of renewal availablewith this deed?

"Damn him!" Vicki spat out. "Unlock me from here, please."

"Sure thing, Honey. And the renewal?" I asked almost in apology.

"Of course! What did you think I was going to say?"