Confused but seemingly unaltered

Katy had been made obedient to her master, but otherwise in control of herself. She had been fitted with a number of custom triggers. She is to be delivered to her master in a manner to make it seem like she was kidnapped.

Katy didn't know how she'd gotten here. Or where here was. One moment she'd been exercising in her private gym, and the next thing she knew she was in a pitch black box. It was tight inside and hot, but the walls seemed to be padded which was good because whatever she was in was moving. It felt like she was in a vehicle. She had been wearing a sports bra, pants and sneakers when she'd been exercising, but Katy had worn enough latex to know that that's what she was wearing now. And heels.

Panic had threatened to overwhelm her several times, but each time she came close to losing it something strange would happen. She'd get horny. So horny that she would begin playing with herself. But not once had she been able to make herself cum. And every time she'd begin to ponder that too much, she'd become aware of the weird box she now found herself in.

An untold amount of time later, the sense of movement stopped. She heard a sliding door being opened, and her container tilted back slightly. In no time she felt herself being rolled along the ground. The motion stopped and she heard a knocking. Muffled voices and then one more short trip brought her to a rest. A few moment later she heard a creaking, and the first light she had seen in hours assaulted her eyes. She now knew for sure that she had been in a crate. The door was removed all the way. Katy could tell a figure stood before her, but couldn't yet make him out.

"Ms. Perry. I've been waiting for you for a long time..."