Box 'n It Up

I found myself waiting, the seconds seeming to take forever, as I waited, naked, bound and gagged, before them. I felt his hand on my breast, rubbing softly across my nipple and landing around my waist. Finally, he spoke up, "Yes, please do. She won't be needing them, at least not for a while, and I could use the space. Thank you for helping."

I paused, realising that my state of temporary nakedness may quickly become a permanent fixture of my life, even as he held me tightly against him, arms wrapped around me. I noticed her smile and I found myself actually looking forward to it, even as they walked into my room, and all my clothes are being loaded back into the boxes I had used to move in. Meanwhile, he led me into the main part of my condo, and I submissively moved along with him, as he held onto me tightly.

We walked into my living room, my mind racing as his hands gently moved across my nakedness, leaving my mind racing, enjoying his touch as I submissively remained silent, enjoying his touch. After the seconds between her question and his answer took so long, the boxing of my clothes seemed a rather quick affair. Before I knew it, they were all moved into my guest bedroom, locked up and out of reach.

Much to my surprise, I let out a breath I did not know I was holding, as if excited it was done. I heard them walking back as they returned, "It's done... aside from some shoes, most of them her high heels, all of her clothes have been boxed up and locked away."

Michael, my new master, chuckled as he rubbed his hands across me, "Thanks," he declared, before rocking me slowly from side to side, "Thank you for being such a good submissive... I think you deserve a reward, and I know just the thing."