The Box

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Mind Control, Lesbian, Sister, BDSM, FemaleDom, Sex Toys, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Cindy and Linda love to play their little confinement games, with Cindy locked in a clear, plastic box in the middle of the dining room, and Linda stimulating her with a collection of clever sex toys. But what happens when an old friend comes to call?



It started out as a room.

Cindy stood in the center of the room. A tight, leather cuff encircled each wrist. A tight, leather shackle encircled each ankle. The chains dangled from the ceiling and the floor. Holding her arms up, widespread, over her head. Holding her legs far apart.

Cindy wasn't sure what else was in the room. Constantly, she heard Linda's voice. Commanding her to sleep. Commanding her to obey. Commanding her to watch the lights. The pretty, flashing lights. They sparkled. Glittered. Flashing colors. Bright red and blue sparks, before a golden background. Flashing, flashing, flashing. Sleep. Obey. Bright green sparks and yellow, before a deep, crimson red. Sleep. Obey. Sleep. Obey.

The young blonde hung from the arm chains, her weight supported by them. Her mouth slackly open. Breathing so slowly. Slowly. Her sun-bronzed hips swayed with arousal. Slowly to the left. Gently to the right. Feeling her wet pussy lips slip and slide over one another. Feeling them pucker open when her hips thrust forward.

Sleep. Obey. Sleep. Obey. Cindy listened to Linda's voice. Listened to her Mistress' voice. The twin of her own voice -- if she could remember. If Cindy could remember HOW to speak, any more. All she could do was listen to Mistress' voice. Sleep... Obey... Watch the flashing colored lights, and sway her hips. Pussy so wet and dripping. Watching the lights, projected on the walls, on the ceiling, on the floor. Everywhere she looked. Flashing, flashing, flashing. Sleep... Obey...

Later, Cindy found herself in smaller and smaller enclosures.

For a while, it was the bathroom. Chained in the shower. Linda liked that. She watched her slave react to the recorded voice. Sleep... Obey... Watched Cindy gaze mindlessly into the waterproof TV camera in the shower wall. Watched the tall, slender, tanned body swaying back and forth. Sometimes rising up out of trance just enough to try impaling her hairless cunt on the shower handles. Then Linda would trail her fingers through Cindy's long hair, tugging gently on it, dragging her head back just a tiny bit. That always forced Cindy down into a deeper level of trance. Sleep... Obey...

The box in the dining room was originally of wood. Not simple pine, but fine-grained walnut, a cabinetmaker's work of art. Enclosing Cindy in darkness. Confining her in a kneeling position for hours at a time. Her only stimuli, the flashing, sparkling lights in the grilled opening at the front of the box. And Linda's voice on the speakers, repeating, repeating, repeating. Sleep... Obey...

And the toys.

Sometimes, Linda would open a little door in the box, perhaps the one at the back, and through it she would push a long, thick dildo into Cindy's dripping cunt. In... out... in... out... Twist. One full turn around. Then again in... out... in... out... Then Linda withdrew the dildo. And closed the box. Once again locked inside, Cindy watched the flashing lights, listened to the repeating hypnotic voice. And pressed her hips back, trying to impale herself on a dildo that was no longer there. Sleep... Obey...

Linda opened another door at the back of the box. This one a little higher. She dribbled warm oil into the crack of Cindy's round bottom. Letting it trickle down the cleft of her ass. Sometimes, Linda followed this with a butt plug -- or a long, tapered dildo -- spreading Cindy's anus open. Slowly, irresistibly. Farther in... and farther... and bigger... Till Cindy's hips began to buck. Till her knees and ankles spread wide, within the confines of the box, and her ass pushed against the back, trying to get more. And Linda removed the dildo. Closed the door. Sleep... Obey... Sleep... Obey...

Linda decided she wanted to see everything.

Money was no object. Cindy and Linda, poor little rich girls, now in their twenties, had all the money they could ever need from Daddy's estate. Linda could afford to equip the Mediterranean beach house with any comfort they wanted, anything she needed to subjugate Cindy to deeper and deeper levels of mindless servitude. Contorting Cindy's body into any configuration, programming her mind in any way Linda found interesting, entertaining, stimulating.

The clear, Lucite box rested on a little platform, about three feet off the floor, attached to a short pole in the middle of the dining room. The centerpiece of attention, spot lights illuminating it from the ceiling. It was tiny, for what it contained. Three feet long, two feet wide, a foot and a half tall. And what it contained... was Cindy. Curled up with her arms at her sides, her legs tucked underneath, feet together, toes pointed down. Compressed within the box. Like a big question mark, squashed down a bit, with her toes just above where the dot would have been, directly over the pole.

So suggestible now, Cindy needed only a small, spinning crystal before her eyes. She watched the crystal, as it reflected the beams from the spotlights in the ceiling. So pretty. Blue and red and green flashing into her eyes. Tiny speaker buds in her ears received a wireless signal, and continually repeated Linda's voice, at a subliminal level. Commanding her to sleep... Commanding her to obey...

A click in the back of the box, the swiveling of a plastic door on its hinges, the gentle sound of plastic scraping against plastic -- and Cindy felt cool air between her legs, around her pussy. Linda reached in and rolled the spiked wheel over Cindy's clit, digging the little points into the moist, tender flesh. Sleep... Obey... Cindy was now completely unable to move her limbs, but her hips pressed backward, and her dripping vulva opened like a flower to the stimulus. Sleep... Obey... Her eyes hardly seemed to blink. Watching the crystal. Watching the flashes of color. Watching the red, the blue, the green.

Linda withdrew the wheel and closed the door. She set aside the toy and opened another door on the underside of the box. Cindy's plump, hard nipples protruded underneath. Linda lifted the two clamps and quickly clipped one on each nipple -- first the right, then the left. Red and white wires led down from each nipple to an oblong, black box, with buttons and a little dial. Linda twisted the dial to midrange, then pressed the button. The shocks to Cindy's nipples caused her to grunt, wordlessly, and twitch inside the Lucite box. Linda released the button, twisted the knob to full range, and pressed the button again. Cindy squealed and jerked inside the plastic box, and her eyes went wide -- still staring at the crystal. Sleep... Obey... Sleep... Obey...

Oh, sometimes Linda let Cindy out of the box. After throwing a few latches, she could open the entire top and side, and ease Cindy out. Slowly... careful not to strain Cindy's stiffened limbs, careful not to let her lose her balance and fall. It took a half hour to get Cindy out. And almost an hour to get her back in, positioning each limb so carefully, gradually squeezing her into place, mindful not to let Cindy's smooth skin get pinched when a panel was swiveled closed. Sometimes Linda took her out for a shower, or a little walk along the beach. Cindy never seemed to notice. Her mind remained deep in trance. Sleep... Obey... Her body always on the edge of orgasm. Linda enjoyed keeping her slave in the box, for days at a time. She could even feed Cindy without removing her, one tiny bite at a time, and then a brush of Linda's finger against the slave's clit... then another bite...


Linda heard the doorbell and picked up the remote control from the coffee table, switching the TV to show the security camera view outside the locked gate.

"Helloooo..." a voice sang. "Is anybody home?" A voice Linda hadn't heard in a couple of years, but a familiar one.

"Anita!" she replied through the intercom. "How are you? Let me buzz the gate open." Linda pressed another button and the mechanical hum and clack carried through the microphone. While her old friend swung the gate open to enter, Linda set down the remote, made a few quick arrangements to the decor, and opened the front door. Anita was only halfway up the long, wooden stairway that led up to the house, so Linda started walking down the steps to meet her.

"How are you, darling?" said Anita, as they stood on a weathered stair and hugged, kissing the air near each other's cheeks. "It seems like forever since I saw you last!"

"Come on in," replied Linda. "I'll put on a pot of tea and we can catch up!"


Anita took another bite of the chocolate biscotto, set it down, and ran her hand over the elaborate lace tablecloth. "This is really beautiful work," she said.

"It was my grandmother's," Linda explained, holding up the teapot. Anita nodded, and Linda refilled her cup.

"You seem to have kept a lot of the old things," Anita continued, then waving her hand at the big screen TV and other electronics around the house, "while going totally twenty-first century techno on everything else."

"A creature of contrasts, that's me," Linda laughed.

Anita took a sip of her tea and looked up at Linda, pausing for a moment. "What about Cindy? I thought you two both lived here?"

"Oh, we DO." Linda picked up her tea cup for another sip. "Cindy's out for a couple of days."

"Too bad I missed her," Anita replied, swirling her cup in a gentle circle. She watched the tea leaves settle at the bottom. "Nobody sees you two much, any more."

"We're down at the beach almost every other day..." Linda began, then paused. "Oh, you mean of the OLD crowd..."

"Ouch!" Anita said. "You make me sound like an antique!" She set her cup down. "You and Cindy used to be such party animals." She laughed. "RUTTING little party animals!"

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