Cindy, Lovedoll

by Gromet

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Storycodes: M/f; fpov; doll; F2doll; packaged; objectify; latex; catsuit; hood; toys; costume; oral; transported; straps; rom; cons; XX

Continues from

Chapter Seven: Moving Day

We had lived together for some while now, and I had effectively moved into his apartment, though I still kept a lot of my belongings at my place, including furniture. I had spent plenty of my time inside the doll suit or tied in my own latex catsuit, and we’d even bought more rubber costumes for me to wear for his delight as well as my own. But the best times were when I was enclosed inside the doll and I became Cindy again. Most of my thoughts, dreams and fantasies revolved around being that doll.

He had surprised me one day when he returned home early. I was working from home, completing some important reports that had to be filed before the month's end. But I never managed to finish them that day because I spent the night bound again as Cindy, the Lovedoll and enclosed back in my box, after he had used me again for his (and my) pleasure.

As I lay there after the last strap had been tightened, he announced that he’d been promoted to special projects manager with his company. It was something that I knew that he’d wanted for some time. The only drawback was that it would involve moving to another city over six hours away, which wasn’t really a commuting distance.

Whilst this was initially good news about the promotion, there, of course, was the downside with the move, what would become of our relationship and especially our special playtimes?! He leaned into the box and kissed me before picking up the lid and closing it down on top of me, sealing me inside. I could see his face through the clear Perspex cover that made up the top half of the box and made it look just like a real dolly's box. He looked sad when really, he should have been happy with the promotion. He left me lying there, bound and enclosed within the box and headed off out of the bedroom.

I could do nothing at this stage other than lay there, bound as I was and covered head to toe in the plastic skin of the doll suit. I was in my little heaven, one of my favourite places to be, secure, enclosed, safe and used by him. I loved being his sextoy and relished being taken by him for his pleasure and maybe left as a good dolly should be, after he had finished with me, either bound back in my box or just discarded on the bed.

Here I was a woman with great intelligence, working in a high-powered position and respected for the achievements that I had done for the company, reduced to a mere sex object and loving every minute of it. My girl pals would never understand it, why did I let myself get into this situation. They would think I was mad.

As I lay inside the box my mind drifted into fantasies and long-held dreams, of being a plastic love toy, used and played with and desired by many people, each one using me for their pleasure but being denied mine. In the end, they disposed of me just as a piece of garbage, my deflated plastic body lying in some dumpster awaiting collection. I must have woken as the truck moved me in my dreams and the box moved at the same time in the bedroom. He had lifted the lid off of the box and was undoing the straps to take me to bed. After he had finished with me, he rolled over and quickly fell asleep, just one of those things that men manage to do after sex. Women want cuddles, chat, have coffee etc.

I couldn’t sleep and lay there deep in thought about his promotion and what it would mean for us as a couple, we’d been together for some time now, much longer than any previous relationships, this felt like a special bond between us, and I didn’t want to lose him. But I knew that we would not be seeing as much of each other if he lived five hours away from me, plus who would tie me up as Cindy! I couldn’t live with that thought, I had to find a solution to the problem, well that’s why I get paid the big dollars at work.

I spent most of the night checking things out on the net, looking at airfares, car hire, hotels and anything that I could think of regarding our situation, to make things work between us. But I must admit I spent some time looking at doll sites too! Well, a girl’s gotta dream.

The sun rose, and its light spread out into the apartment. I was still on the computer when he awoke and walked in on me. He looked over my shoulder at what was on the screen, shaking his head and went off to make coffee. I had one of the doll pages up at the time and the other screens about the city he was moving to minimised.

It wasn’t until I got to work that morning that the solution presented itself, something simple but would enable me to move with him. My company was taking over another which had its office in the same city. I could be part of the team that moved over there to establish the company’s transition. I just had to work on one or two people to make this happen, which proved no problem.

Arriving back at his apartment, I couldn’t wait to give him my news. I had hinted it to him in an earlier telephone call but decided to break the news during dinner. It turned out that dinner was out at some swanky restaurant along with some work colleagues who spoke shop most of the night and it wasn’t until later that I gave him my news. He was delighted that I could go with him, but he stipulated that it would be only on one condition – that I marry him! After screaming down the restaurant and both of us jumping around like mad march hares, his work buddies finally worked out what we were both excited about and the congratulations flowed along with more champagne.

New Future

The next morning, we both staggered out of bed, after celebrating a bit too much the night before, we didn’t manage to consummate our decision that night nor the next morning either! Several cups of coffee later we managed to clear some of the fog away from our heads and realise what we had done, we had not only decided to move to a new town but also get ourselves married in the process.

We had to start planning what we needed to do, he was due to move within a couple of weeks, and I was shortly to follow a week after. We’d be moving into a house provided by his company for their executives, so that solved one problem. We sat and discussed matters relating to the marriage, what we’d need to do etc.

The weekend went by in a blur, we seemed to be on the phone, seeing this person, visiting that person and generally organising our move to the new location and getting used to the idea of getting together. Very little sex and, especially bad, no bondage was experienced by this love slave that weekend. We arrived back exhausted from trying to get things done and visiting relatives, friends etc.

Monday morning arrived too fast, and we were soon back into the swing of things. That week was spent mainly at work, taking on the new responsibilities for the takeover meant many hours in meetings, reading reports and making decisions about what needed to be done with the new company. So, we didn’t get to see each other until later in the week.

Making some time to see each other, we spent some quality time relaxing in bed. Well, he was relaxing and I was bound ever so tightly in my black latex catsuit, the hood covering my head, my arms tightly strapped behind me in a reverse prayer and my ankles tied to my thighs. I could not move a muscle and was loving every second of my extremely tight situation, especially as I had my toys deeply inserted and doing their magic on my body.

I had really needed to be tied, what with the pressures from work with all of the changes and the desire that I craved to be tied and find relief from the stress was starting to overwhelm me, and he had been able to see this and take control of me. Plus the fact that he could fuck me senseless whilst unable to resist him did have some part of his desire to tie me up. Well, he did like to take advantage of me or was that the other way around!

The time had come for my own move, the truck had arrived at my apartment and was already loading my goods and chattels on board. The thought of all those boxes was starting to get me antsy for my own box, the one that contained me while wearing the doll suit. For a short while, my mind drifted off into fantasy but was brought crashing down by the removers, accidentally dropping a box of glassware. It was insured, so no matter. But the moment was lost, gone in a second. A few hours later all of my stuff was gone too, off to storage in the new city, to be moved into our new home when we moved.

Now I had officially moved in with him, my apartment was leased out, and we got to spend a bit more time together, especially at the end of the day. I got to spend some quality time enclosed in the box, and he got to spend time with his favourite dolly and sex toy, which was a bonus I guess. Any time that I found myself tightly bound and wearing latex, either the doll or my catsuit was good in my books, and what made it much better was being used and then discarded afterwards, especially when stored back under the bed in my box.

But the time for his moving day started to get closer, and we had to start packing his stuff into more boxes. The removal people arrived to help pack things the day before the move was due to happen. They were great at wrapping things and storing them, they took most of the work away from us so we could concentrate on what went where and which room it was supposed to go to. The end of the day came quickly, and the removal people left after most things were boxed away, ready for the move.

Moving through the apartment in the maze of boxes and packaged furniture, we managed to find a spot to settle down for the meal that we’d ordered via the local takeaway. That finished, we cleared up and drank the last drop of wine from the bottle, celebrating our last night in our old city. We cuddled up close together and made love for the next hour or so, just simple touching, fondling, no ropes, lovemaking. It felt unusual at first, I suppose that you get used to being bound up for sex and after a while expect that to happen every time.

I must have dozed off because I awoke to him moving around the apartment and dragging something across the floor. He said that the removal truck would be here in a couple of hours and he wanted to get everything packed and put away before they got here. Funny I thought we’d already done that. That’s when I saw the box he was moving, and then he told me the last thing to be put away was me, well Cindy really.

“You want to pack me away inside the box?” I questioned him.

To which he just nodded his head and smiled, that smile that tells me that I’m about to enjoy myself again, that smile that melts my heart every time that I see it, the same smile that lets me know that we share the same devious thoughts about keeping me as his sex doll, oh what wouldn’t I do to see that smile.

But I thought he was crazy at first, packing me away to be moved to the new house inside a box, but not just any box, it was Cindy’s box. I was going to be her again and become just another package to be delivered, just another object, one of his possessions. I felt my pussy twinge and the first signs of moisture between my legs. My tummy started to get that warm fuzzy feeling that you tend to get when you know that something good, something very sexual is about to happen to you. He wanted to pack me away inside the box, and transport me as just another part of his furniture to the new location.

My mind was thinking, should I or shouldn’t I, just a minute I must be crazy if I was willing to get myself tied and enclosed inside a box and shipped with all the rest of his goods to the new city. But I recalled my time stored away downstairs in the storage locker when his sister had found her brother’s sex doll all boxed up and lying on the bed when she visited, even though it was involuntary on my part, well at first, I found that I liked being stored away like that, and had asked to remain there after he had rescued me.

Crazy or not, it wasn’t long before I found myself climbing into the doll suit, the doll’s skin covering my own now naked flesh, my clothes quickly discarded and the sex doll was now in its place. Soon my head was covered, and her facial features became mine, her skin became my skin, and he was closing the zipper at the rear sealing and locking me inside of her. I was now Cindy again, his love doll. And very soon I would be safely put away in her/my box.

Fun Bunny

This time I was to be dressed specially for the occasion, and he’d bought a new outfit for me to wear whilst inside the doll suit. He opened the package to reveal a bunny girl’s outfit complete with bunny ears and fishnet pantyhose. After I had put on the fishnets, let’s put it this way, it was far easier and quicker than to let him do it. He then helped me slip into the one-piece bunny girl outfit, more like a tight bodysuit that was cut high and revealed more than it covered. It held me around my waist, a bit like the corset that I wore, but without the stiffness.

The bow-tie next was easy to slip around my neck, the elastic holding it in place, next came the bunny ears that fitted over the top of my head, how they were going to fit inside the already cramped space inside the confines I didn’t know, maybe he hadn’t thought that part through. The final piece was the shiny high-heeled shoes, which he slipped over my plastic covered feet.

I was now Cindy, the bunny-girl lovedoll, the sight in the mirror was one of pure sexual fantasy, and I was surprised that he didn’t take me there and then. I pointed out the part that he missed was the bunny girl’s tail, which he then found in the bottom of the box that he had bought the costume, with that in place I really looked the part, and I couldn’t help but wiggle my tail at him to tease him, well a doll has to hope that her owner needs to avail himself of her ‘3 wonderful holes’, which advertised the product inside my doll box.

He picked me up and carried me over to the box, ready to place me back inside again, but I told him that wanted something from him first, something very important to me and something of himself.

“I want to take you inside of my mouth, to taste you one more time before my owner puts me away, sealing me away again until he wishes to use me,” I pleaded.

He placed me down on my knees in front of him, and he stood there in front of my face as I reached for the zipper on his trousers and slowly pulled it down, revealing the desired package that lay beneath, and my desired goal. I soon had him in the palm of my plastic covered hands and then into my waiting wet mouth, which formed an O around his now very swelling member. I took great delight in the pleasure that I both gained and gave to him, my tongue brushing against the underside of his tool as he moved himself in and out of my warm, wanting mouth.

Before long he was grasping at the back of my head, his hands firmly holding me in position as he shot his seed deep into my throat, I held my breath as his firm shaft hit the back of my mouth, attempting to push down into my throat, his semen then began flooding my mouth as he reached his climax and I began swallowing down what I could of him, I didn’t want to waste a drop of the precious fluid, sucking and cleaning him of every last bit.

The moment ended when he finally removed himself from me, I had savoured every moment of it, and now had his taste in my mouth which I hoped I would still savour on the coming journey to our new home. I had given him one last head job before being packed away, something to remember me by until we met at the new house.

“Thank you, master,” I whispered, my throat slightly hoarse from taking him so deep. It was the first time that I had called him by that term, usually as his doll I used ‘owner’, but now I seemed to have revealed myself to him, my submissive side enjoying my subservient position, on my knees in front of my master/owner, and a little shiver of delight ran through my body. Though I think he thought that I was just playing my role, which maybe I was, but deep and hidden far down was the desire to submit myself to him.

But the moment was soon gone, he told me that we needed to get on before the removal people turned up and saw him putting his sex doll inside of her box. He then told me of his plan, that I was going to be packed away as Cindy, strapped down in my box, and closed inside and then he had another plain outer cardboard box to place me into and seal closed with tape.

No one would know that I was there, all I would be was another package for the removal people to transport to the new house. I told him that I had dreamt of this day after my time spent in the storage locker, how much I had enjoyed being put away in storage like that, and my desire to experience that again. But this was over and above one of my ultimate fantasies that was about to be realised, I was to be transported, taken and delivered by others who didn’t know that I was inside, to them I was just another object.

He picked me up and placed me down into the doll box and began strapping me down inside, tightening the straps around me to fasten me in place and then he placed padding around me to protect me from any bumps and bruises during the move, after all, I was just another box to the removal people, not a living, breathing woman, with soft, delicate skin. Just as he picked the lid of the doll box to cover me I made one more request.

“Please gag me, just in case I let out a squeal or make a sound, you know… if I… well… let something slip during… ” I asked, the doll skin currently hid my blushes from him, but I guessed that he knew what would happen to me on the journey over as he had witnessed me orgasming inside of the box before.

He laughed and reached behind me to pull my bunny tail free, stuffing it into my mouth and then taping it over, covering my mouth until he was satisfied that I couldn’t move nor make a sound, he picked up the lid and closed it down on top of the lower part of the box, I was once again just a sex doll enclosed within a box, this time ready for shipment.

He picked up the box containing his sex doll and carried it over to the outer box, which was just plain brown cardboard like he had said, the doll box slipped inside with little room between the two boxes, it was a perfect fit. As I looked out from my position inside the doll box, I could see the flaps of the outer cardboard box and his smiling face as he looked down on his doll.

With a final wave and closed them down, I heard what I thought was the tape gun we had used on the other boxes, as he sealed his doll into the new box. A label was then attached by him giving instructions to which room I was to be moved to and another declaring the contents to be ‘fragile’, which he later showed me in some photos that he had taken while preparing me for shipping.

That was it for the next two or so hours, he busied himself around the apartment, and I was left alone waiting to be stowed away along with the rest of his goods. Just another object in his collection, something contained within the confines of a box. I did have the thought in my mind that maybe he would leave me tied this way and get the removal people to take the rest of the boxes, thinking that I would be next. But in reality, he would just release me for our journey. I settled into fantasy mode again and had delightful images of me being moved around as just another object, of being found by the removal men and used for their pleasure.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of voices from outside my box, the removal people had arrived and started to take the belongings out to their truck. I heard several boxes being moved near me and instructions from my master and owner as to what was to happen to them. Then I felt my box being lifted, I was being carried out of the apartment to the lift along with his other possessions, and without another thought, I was now on my way to the new city dressed as a bunny girl inside my plastic doll suit, bound in a box and sealed inside another. This was real, he was really going to ship me.

I was transported down in the elevator with other boxes and taken outside to the truck, where my box was loaded along with others. My box ended up on the floor with other boxes piled on top of mine. Other furniture and possessions were loaded and placed alongside, further and further out to the rear of the truck, the heavier stuff thankfully loaded towards the rear. When finished straps were placed inside to hold things down and the rear doors closed. I was now just another box within the confines of the removal truck, and it was not long after that I faintly heard the truck engine start and felt the motion of movement as they drove off with me inside.

I really was just another object, a possession, a living sexdoll enclosed in her box. I wondered when I would be released…


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