Karen – Moving Out by MonsterP63
With this small story, MonsterP63 bids farewell to his site and readers after deciding to close it down in September 2024. You can read more about the announcement here.
This story features a little scene of Karen finishing packing up everything before her move overseas, and how Pete was intending to help her move the very last things. But instead of actually packaging all her stuff in a way to makes sense, Karen has packed every single item into its own box, which Pete immediately decides to “fix”. Especially for the catsuits, Pete finds quite the practical way to store them, instead of having to waste space in some boxes…
One last one… For the road, before the site disappears.
He knocked on the door. A few moments later, he heard footsteps from the other side. High heel noises. The door opened and he was faced with a sexy brunette, with beautiful eyes, a beautiful smile, sporting a tight leather jacket, black leather gloves, the tightest pair of denim jeans he had ever seen, and high heels booties with heels so high that she almost had to bend her knees to walk.
“Hey, Pete! I’m all ready!” said the woman, making a turn on herself to show her outfit.
“That’s… very nice, Karen,” said the man, eying the woman, especially her tightly encased butt as he gently wiggled his hips, putting his manhood back in place, “but… what are all these cases behind you? Wasn’t the moving company supposed to take them?”
“They ran out of place. Apparently, the bondage bed was bigger than they thought,” she said giggling. “All we have to do is put them in your van, right?”
“Karen, I have an SUV, not a van. I don’t have the space for all this. And what are those anyway?”
“Oh, just some of my premium stuff, you know, catsuits, heels, gasmasks, some cuffs, she said, gesturing as if it was “nothing”.
“Hum, okay but, all this stuff should fit into a few boxes, maybe four or five, not…” he said, counting them by pointing at each individually, “… sixty-one? SIXTY-ONE BOXES OF GEAR? You’re not serious. Where did you get all that? I know you have extensive gears but never to fit that many boxes.” he said.
“Packaging.”
“What do you mean, packaging?”
“You know, packaging, to protect stuff, you know? I don’t want them to be damaged in the transport.” She said, walking a few steps forward, her hips struggling in the tight jeans. He could see the very sharp crease forming below each of her firm buns, and the seams stretching, waiting to pop.
“Karen, I know you’re moving overseas but… come on!” he said, reaching for one box, about 60cm long, by 60cm wide by 30 cm thick (2ftX2ftX1ft for the non-metric readers…). He grabbed the packing tape and ripped it off, opened the box and began to peel off layers and layers of satin paper and bubble wrap, to get one bag, about 20cm per side and 10cm thick. He looked at the label.
“One catsuit? ONE? Are you fucking kidding me, Karen?”
“I don’t want it to be damaged,” she said, snatching it from his hands.
He grabbed another box and read the paper taped to it.
“Ballet bootie – L… Wait a minute. You packed ONE ballet boot and a bootie in a box large enough to fit. Hum… two pairs of thigh highs?”
“Well… I… They are top-of-the-line and expensive. I wanted to make sure that they were secured.” she said, trying to get the box out of Petes, hands, but she was clumsy with her arms restrained in her tight leather jacket and her fingers wrapped in tight leather.
“What does this say?… gasmask? Karen, that’s… fuck! That’s the box my large microwave came in! No way” No. Unpack it. Everything. Unpack everything, we’re going to pack them properly.” he said, evidently pissed off.
He began to rip the tapes off the boxes. Another catsuit, one corset, chastity belt, leotards, steel cuffs.
“Seriously, Karen? One cereal box for one cuff?”
She wasn’t talking anymore and taking her sweet time to re-pack the stuff, wrapping the items in less packaging material, but still way too much for Pete’s taste. Yes, he could admire her tight butt, her struggles in the tight high heels, her restricted movements from her tight leather jacket, everything was beautiful to watch but…
“Okay, that’s enough.” he said. “Get naked.”
“What?” she said, giggling. “You want to have sex in the middle of packaging material? Oh well, everybody his kink, right?”
“Whut? No! I don’t want to have sex. YOU are going to be the packaging material, or rather, the… support.” he said, unfolding a red latex catsuit. “Get it on. I’m sure you will take care of it better than any of… this.” he said, making a broad gesture at the packaging material spread around the room.
Karen giggled. This could actually be fun. A latex catsuit under her tight jeans! She loved the idea.
She quickly found the box with the lubricant and disappeared into the living room. No need to get the whole living room slippery or stained with oil. During this time, Pete was still unpacking stuff, mumbling, pesting.
She walked out a few moments, later, her body tightly encased in the red latex coating.
“How about that?” she asked, taking a sexy pose.
Pete stopped for a moment, admiring Karen’s curvaceous body tightly encased in the shiny rubber. She took the time to buff it to a perfect shine. He grinned.
“You forgot that,” he said, handing her a red latex hood.
She smiled. Of course. She quickly put it on, welcoming the tight latex feeling over her head and face, running her hands over her smooth and silky head, working her jaw to fit it perfectly in place.
“There. What do you think now?”
“Add that!” he said, throwing a purple catsuit at her.
“What? You want me to change for this one instead?”
“No, I said ADD that. Put it on top.”
“Euh… Over the red one?”
“OF COURSE over the red one!” he said. “That’s what adding means. Oh, and I just found the matching hood!” he said, handing her one more bag.
She looked at his face. Yes, he was enjoying it. And she might too. But adding her tight jeans to that would be a killer.
“Uh… okay…” said Karen, disappearing again in the bathroom. She came back some time later. her waist had been reduced by the double latex layer. She was flexing her arms, feeling the double layer.
Oh, it was nothing new. She did it before and she loved it. She loved how it made the suit tighter. She loved the pull on it when she flexed her arms, legs or when she bent. She just felt more… rubbery.
“Add that one too!” said Pete, throwing a black latex catsuit and a matching hood at her. “Just with that, I have freed all the space available in my trunk… What are you waiting for? Go put it on!” he ordered her.
“Let me guess. The hood too?”
“Of course,” he said with a large smile.
She went back to the bathroom. He watched her walk away, wiggling her firm butt in two layers of rubber. It will be even more awesome over… more latex. When she came out, she was a little stiffer. Three layers of tight latex was something she never dealt with before. But before she could reach him, he was already holding more bags.
“Let me guess, a fourth layer?” she asked.
“Not yet, but it will come.” he said with a devilish smile. “Put this on. You realized you put that into a box the size of… never mind. Just put it on.” he said, giving her the corset.
Karen sigh. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. She loved that layering. She loved that restraining feeling. She loved the spring effect of the latex. But… she had a plane to take. She will have a hard time at the border check-up dressed like that.
But Pete gave her an order and she obeyed. It was a struggle to put on the tight corset. Yes, the three layers helped squeeze her waist but it was still three layers of latex. Her breath short, she walked back to the living room, her hands resting on her hips, feeling the rigid garment, moving her hips to be able to walk as her waist was not. Her eyes widened.
“You can do it alone or do you want help with it?” he asked, holding two large dildos.
“Seriously?… Uh… Well… Can you, at least, undo the crotch zippers?” she asked.
Pete did as asked and opened the three crotch zippers and let Karen to insert the large devices.
She slowly walked to the bathroom again, holding, one in each hand. He heard a lot of moaning, with a few indicating that she had used that opportunity to give herself a good one, before walking back, smiling.
“Last one.” he said, holding a clear latex catsuit and its hood.
Karen’s eyes were getting wider and wider. Four layers of latex PLUS a corset, PLUS huge toys! She really hoped that her tight jeans weren’t part of that. Well, they wouldn’t fit anymore anyway.
She barely felt the fourth layer on her as she put it on. She only felt the pressure increased and her fingers getting more rigid and clumsy.
When she came back, she looked stunning. The clear catsuit acted like a coat of varnish on her outfit, emphasizing her tiny waist and the outline of the corset. Pete took a long look at the gleaming woman’s body in front of him, the sunlight of that Friday afternoon entering through the large living room window, reflection on her shiny rubbery skin, being diffracted by the clear latex layer, giving it the appearance of liquid chrome
Karen smiled, well, tried to, her mouth being pushed shut by the four layers of rubber over her head. She rubbed her hands on her thighs. She barely felt them. She was like isolated from the outside. Only her eyes and her lips could feel something other than tight rubber.
“How about we add your beloved ballet booties over that? Four latex toe-socks should give you a nice cushioning, right?”
She smiled. Yes, that would be perfect and her now rather stiff legs would help walking in the extreme footwear. She walked forward and lifted her foot to allow Pete to put the booties in place and laced them tightly before adding a steel cuff around her ankle, locking them in place.
After the second boot and cuff were put on, Karen was walking away.
“Hey, where are you going? There are more cuffs to add.”
“More… cuffs?”
Without a word, he added two sets of leather cuffs and a set of steel shackles. He then got up and added the same sets of cuffs to her wrists and elbows. When he approached with a leather posture collar, she wondered.
“Four collars won’t fit.” she said.
“No, but the steel shackle will fit over that posture collar.” he said with a devilish smile. It was as if he was enjoying putting her into so many restraints. She actually didn’t hate it either. She loved the extra weight on her legs, arms and around her neck. That was something she could feel as she couldn’t really feel the collar or cuffs themselves. Not under four layers of latex.
He opened another large box.
“Oh! Yes!” he said, unfolding a 3mm thick shiny neoprene wetsuit. “That would look splendid!”
“Uh… No, Pete. Please, no. Not over four latex catsuits. I won’t be able to move. Nonetheless, you wouldn’t be able to put it on without taking all the cuffs off,” she said with a disguised smile.
Pete grinned.
“Yeah, you’re maybe right. Okay, no wetsuit.” he said, putting it down, “but the gasmask will be perfect!”
Karen was stuck. She loved the gasmask. She loved how it impaired her vision, how it forced her breathing, how she felt disconnected from the outside world. But she already had four layers of latex on her body, rendering her breathing difficult. And add that the gasmask had a built-in gag! She couldn’t openly complain anymore.
Pete put it over her head, pulling the straps tightly. She moaned. Yes, she liked it. So much so that her fingers reached for her crotch.
“Nah, nah! No touching.” he said.
She saw him retrieve the chastity belt. It was a tight fit over one catsuit. Over four was crushing, and it made the crotch strap even tighter, pushing hard on her dildos.
Again, she moaned. She wasn’t really complaining.
In the meantime, he had re-packed everything that was left into six average-sized boxes.
“That will fit nicely on my SUV. Want to help me get them in?” he asked her.
Of course, she did most of the carrying. Crouching down to take the box, feeling them through four layers of latex, adding the weight of the cuffs, the four layers pushing her dildos, massaging her buns, squishing her breasts. She was getting massaged as she was hobbling on her ballet heels to the car, then giving the box to Pete. It made her orgasm! At least once per trip. Each time, she reached for her crotch, only to be denied access.
Devilish and arousing as hell!
Per the sixth trip she was exhausted, her legs were shaking and she was panting heavily.
“Okay, I think that’s it for now. Time for you to get in.” he said, leading her toward the back.
She thought she would go around and get in on the passenger side but he stopped behind the car, the tailgate opened and… nothing inside.
“The boxes take all the seats. You’re gonna ride in the back. Just need to fix things here… like so.” he said as he grabbed Karen’s arms and linked the wrist cuffs with some carabiners he produced from his pocket. He added another one at her elbow cuffs and down at her ankle cuffs. “Come on, hop-in!” he said, slapping her tightly encased butt.
Karen jolted. It triggered her dildos!
Slowly, with his help, she took place, lying on her side, legs bent. He took ratchet straps and linked her collar to one attachment point. Then wrapped her arms tightly against her body with one more strap while anchoring it to the back of the trunk. Then he used a strong bungee cord and linked her ankles to another anchor point.
She couldn’t move much. She tried to, but couldn’t. She moaned.
“Enjoy the ride!” he said, closing the tailgate.
She heard music playing through the speakers, but her impaired hearing made it mostly for the lower frequencies. She felt the vehicle moving. One turn to the left. One turn to the right. Another turn to the right. She lost track of the turns. She was just trying to figure out the way to the airport and was wondering how she would pass the security screening.
One hard bump and something became alive! Her dildos! Pete had linked them to the motion sensors of his phone! Meaning she would… ahem… feel… every bump and curve. Through her dildos.
She didn’t know she was not heading for a commercial flight, but through a small airport, on a private plane. Anyway, she had lost track of everything. she was in her own little world when the tailgate opened.
She was carefully untied from the trunk and carried away, to be laid down into a wooden crate, lying on her back on a dense foam mattress. Steel straps were tightly screwed to the bottom of the crate around her forehead, neck, over and below her breasts, waist, hips, thighs, over and under the knees and ankles. The crate was filled with packing foam peanuts and the cover closed, adding more pressure to her already tight outfit.
She thought that if that plane crashed, she would survive unscathed. She just tried to imagine the look on the faces of the rescue workers. That made her giggle. Oh shoot! The toys!!
As the plane took off, she could “feel” it through her dildos. Yes, everything was linked.
She knew the flight would be many hours, which gave her time to think, to wonder. Pete was retiring. The reality of his decision was hitting her now. No new adventures for her.
But… Wait. Didn’t he also said that, if she had new adventures, they will be at her new home? Pete retired but he never fully closed the door.
Perhaps, one day, she will have more adventures!
(c) monsterp63
24 August 2024
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