BDSM Roleplay, Lexi plays the Mistress part one

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The green trunk had followed them through three moves, and each time they had debated throwing it out. It held heavy blankets in the summer, and summer clothes in the winter. The rest of the year it sat in the back of the closet, forgotten, buried under plastic totes and clean sheets. The sides were scuffed and dented, the broken leather handles reinforced with duct tape that was frayed around the edges, the bottom perpetually on the edge of splitting in half.

It had been old and smelled of mothballs when they found it in their first apartment, emptied and left behind. Since then it had followed them around, a dog they reluctantly fed out of a fondness for broken things no one else wanted. Now it sat in the middle of the bedroom floor, empty as an open grave.

He frowned, and looked from the trunk over to where she was taking out her earrings by the dresser. “Fall cleaning already?”

He had hoped to put if off another week.

She tilted her head and her hair fell away as she threaded the metal through the hole in her cartilage. “Nope. It’s for you.” She put the back on the earring and set it on the dresser. “Well, it’s for you to be in, because I think it will help me get into a headspace.”

“How so?” He nudged the trunk with a foot, trying to imagine how cramped it would be, and wondering if he could accidentally knock the ends out if he pushed against them with his legs.

She turned around to face him. “You’ll find out.” She pointed at the trunk, her face a stony mask. “Get in.”

“Okay.” He drew out the word, then licked his lips. He stepped into the trunk carefully, then lowered himself to his knees, then twisted his body so he was on his side, curled up in the trunk with his knees pulled up towards his chest. “Like this?”

The lid thudding closed was his answer. Darkness filled the trunk.

She walked around the trunk, and sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at it. “Can you hear me?” The muffled response from the trunk sounded like an affirmative. She stared at the dull green trunk for a few minutes, then shrugged. “So sometimes I have a hard time with doing things to you that I like to do. You can put on masks or be an animal, but I’m still me.”

“So I’m going to sell you, like some cheesy internet story dominatrix, and when the trunk opens, someone else will be there. Cool?”

Another muffled grunt from the trunk that sounded like consent.

She shifted her hips and bit her lip, trying to put together the person she wanted to be. Her leg kicked back and forth in the air with short jerks. Finally, she stood up, walked over, and stood over the trunk. Her chest rose and fell as she took three deep breaths, and flipped open the lid.

He twisted his neck to look up at her, squinting at the light. Her silhouette loomed over him, staring down. “Ugh, they shipped you with your clothes on. Disgusting. Get out of that crate.”

 

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