Author's Note: Warning: A small part of the below story involves a child unwittingly playing with a remote control that is connected to an unseen adult woman. At NO point does the child see anything inappropriate nor is he seen in any inappropriate way. At NO point is the child touched in anyway even remotely inappropriate nor does the child have any opportunity to touch anyone else in an inappropriate way. That said if you don't want to read a story that includes a child in ANY way, regardless of how innocently, you should avoid this story.

Obviously this is a work of fiction and you should NOT attempt any of the activities described below in real life - period. You are an adult – use some common sense when exploring the line between fantasy and reality.

If you like this story let me know - I have completely written 3 more chapters on Natsuko's evolving relationship with her trunk in my head, whether or not I get around to finally typing them up and submitting them will be wholly dependent on if anyone is interested in reading them. Enjoy!

Update (09/21/11): Thank you to the commenter who reminded me that "The Ugly Truth" did indeed show a small boy unwittingly playing with the remote control for pair of vibrating panties worn by our heroine – and in a restaurant no less. Since the Motion Picture Association of America rated that movie "R" I've removed my original warning and will just rate this story "R". For the record, this story was written in 2005 and originally published in 2007, so I didn't "borrow" anything from the film.

I also added a small section early on in the story that wasn't there before. I originally wrote the three additional paragraphs, but cut them before the final draft - at least in part since it didn't factor into "moving day" and I wasn't sure I'd ever type up future chapters. Now that I'm typing up Chapter 2, it seemed appropriate to add it back in.

I'm now typing up chapter 2 of Natsuko's evolving relationship with her trunk due to the positive responses so far. Thank you to everyone that did so it – really means a lot to me. Please continue letting me know if you like this story and the following chapter(s). I will continue typing up chapters 3 and 4 as long as people continue enjoying the series. Enjoy!

Update (2012/02/19): Here is the long overdue second chapter. As before, if folks like this I'll start typing up chapter 3 and hopefully it won't take quite as long this one did. I'll also mention that Natsuko's "out of body experience" is taken almost verbatim from one of my sub's who experienced this while I had her edging for 2 hours during an 8 week orgasm denial exercise. I'm tempted to think she experienced "subspace" but considering she was not restrained in any way or even controlled other than by following my command, I'm not positive. Maybe the entry point for subspace really can just be intensely following a single command. In any event, I thought the reader would want to know that while obviously the story in its entirety is fictional, many parts of it come from first hand real life experiences. Enjoy - and keep those comments coming :)


Chapter 1: Moving Day (updated: 09/21/2011)

Natsuko reflected quietly in her small prison – shackled, gagged, locked in a trunk, locked in a moving van, locked in a warehouse. She wondered how so many things could have gone wrong for her to have ended up here. Mostly she wondered if the vibrator that was slowly driving her to exasperation would run out of power before she went completely insane ...

Natsuko was born and raised in Japan, but she defied the old stereotype of the petite flat chested Asian. Like many in her generation she had long legs and a rather large bust, despite her slender figure. Her long black hair and impossibly deep brown eyes had simply sealed the deal for Paul when they met in his last year of college. Paul was handsome at 5'10" with sandy brown hair and a physique toned from his years studying martial arts.

Natsuko and Paul married a couple of years later and about a year and half ago they had twins (a boy and a girl). Not only had Natsuko completely lost all the pregnancy weight, she seemed even more slender and shapely than before. This was at least in part due to Paul's "suggestion" that she continue milking herself even after the twins had moved on from breast feeding.

Paul pointed out that as long as she was lactating she would not have to worry about her period, which meant less discomfort for her and less chance of having a whoops baby too close to the twins. He went on to explain that locally producing their own milk right there in her breasts meant no fuel for tractors to grow soy beans, no coal to be burned to power the soy milk processing plant, and no diesel to go into the trucks to carry it to market. So not only would it help their personal grocery budget, but it was also reducing their carbon footprint. If it also happened to make her already outstanding breasts that much more ... outstanding, well that was a burden he was certainly willing to bear.

Natsuko was tempted to point out that having to milk herself several times a day like a common dairy cow and wear pads to avoid the occasional seepage from ruining her blouse or embarrassing her in public were also a byproduct of her continued lactation, not to mention the soreness and swollen feeling she felt if she ever went too far past her milking times. But the truth was the idea that her husband would treat her like a domestic animal aroused her in a way she'd rather not admit too. To this day she couldn't stop herself from getting a little damp every time she had to put her own breast milk into her coffee or watch Paul pour it over his bowl of cereal - Paul refused to stock any milk or creamer but hers in the house. The thought of how her body would react the first time they had company over for coffee was just too much for her to contemplate.

As the twins started walking (and climbing) they decided to look for a bigger home – the only problem was their current home sold faster than they expected, and the buyers wanted to move in right away. They decided to move the bulk of their possessions into storage and just take the essentials with them to an apartment for a few months till the new house was ready. So today was the first day of the two-part move and they had a busy schedule.

Paul had dropped off the twins with his mother and he and Natsuko had until noon to get everything ready for the movers to pick up. Natsuko had gotten on a roll and had worked through the night so she had finished all her preparations by the time Paul got back from his mother's house. Natsuko decided to reward herself with a brief bondage session using one of their favorite toys, an old steamer trunk they had bought a few years ago. Since the twins arrival their once frequent sessions had become rare, so Paul jumped at the chance to "assist" her. Natsuko had gotten so focused on her tasks she had skipped dinner last night and breakfast this morning and the only thing she had drank since yesterday afternoon's light snack was a few sips of water this morning. She showered, used the toilet, put her hair up in a pony tail (Paul's favorite), but decided to skip eating or drinking anything so that she could fantasize that her time in the trunk was much longer than the couple of hours she had would have.

She knelled before Paul completely nude except for the collar that marked her as his during their playtime. He quickly locked her wrists behind her back with their favorite set of padded cuffs and her ankles together with a matching set. He chose a penis gag with a hole through the center just to make sure there were no breathing problems. He decided to put on her chastity belt with the remote control butterfly vibrator. This particular vibrator had been specially modified to work with their steamer trunk. He then added some light bondage tape above and below her knees and then above and below her elbows (just enough to push her chest out, yet not enough to be uncomfortable) but decided against anything more stringent since she would be busy latter with the move and he wanted to avoid any marks.

The steamer trunk was a real find. It was old and made of solid wood with steel reinforcements – the type you see people use in old movies to make ocean voyages with. They had drilled several very discrete air holes on all sides, but soon discovered that it was actually a little too tall for Natsuko to fit in snuggly.

Paul decided to kill two birds with one stone by putting in a false bottom, under which he placed a couple of sealed car batteries. He wired the batteries so that one would take over when the first ran out of power, and he then added an adapter to it so it could be connected to a variety of battery operated devices. They had never experimented with her in the trunk for more than a day or so, but they wanted to be sure the power would not run out on even longer sessions.

With the false floor and a little carefully placed padding the trunk provided just enough room to prevent positional asphyxia while still keeping her snuggly surrounded on all sides.

So Paul loaded Natsuko into the trunk, plugged the chastity belt into the battery adapter, and gently kissed his wife on the head. Before he closed the trunk he noticed her erect nipples brushing against her knees and could not stop himself from reaching in and fondling those amazing breasts. When she moaned with pleasure into her gag he realized he didn't have time for this and quickly closed the trunk. The look of helplessness, frustration, and anticipation on her face as the light narrowed to a sliver ... and then disappeared completely ... was priceless. He sealed the trunk with two heavy duty bolt-cutter proof padlocks. She was now completely helpless – there was no escape for her except for the keys he carried in his pocket. Her excitement began to mount.

Paul moved the trunk into the middle of the family room and placed it next to some of the other boxes staged for the movers. This room was on the way to the garage so he would be in and out of the family room many times over the next few hours. He pulled the remote control out of his pocket and pressed the button once. The remote only had one button that cycled through six settings, five speeds plus off. Pressing the button advanced the vibrator to the next setting in the cycle. One was just enough to warm her up but not enough to ever let her achieve orgasm. Five was an almost guaranteed orgasm after a just a few minutes. He decided to let her stew and then slowly work her up to one or two good ones before he had to let her out. He left the remote on top of the trunk so he could press the button every now and then as he passed through.

It was now a little before 8:00 AM, he could go as late as 11:00 AM and she would still have plenty of time to get dressed before the movers came. Meanwhile he was way behind schedule and would need to scramble to get his tasks done before then.

Inside the trunk Natsuko reveled in her situation. She was no longer Paul's wife, not even his sex-slave; she had become his sex toy. Packaged and boxed for his use whenever he pleased. The sensation of being moved only furthered her fantasies. She half dreamed that she was just another box on moving day, and that Paul would move her into storage with all his other possessions until he wanted her again. Her arousal reached new heights with this thought, and she cursed the combination of the wide stiff chastity belt and the low vibrator setting. She was as helpless to bring herself to climax as she was to escape the trunk. She was completely and totally his ... and that thought only added fuel to the fire between her legs.

About an hour and a half latter things began to go wrong. Paul heard honking and looked out the window to see his mother's car pulling up the driveway. She looked very upset, so he ran outside to meet her. Apparently Erika, their daughter, had cut herself and was bleeding. Paul's mother tended to panic, so instead of taking her to the emergency room she came here instead.

In situations like this Paul was the complete opposite of his mother – he became calm and focused, able to make difficult decision quickly and without looking back. The cut looked bad and was still bleeding – so Paul wrapped it as best he could and calmly told his mother to take Ben inside while he took Erika to the ER. He told her Natsuko was out running some errands and would probably not be back before the movers got there, so just keep an eye on Ben and he would call her from the ER. Before she could ask anything else, he was off.

Paul hated to leave Natsuko "exposed" in the family room, but she would be safe enough until he got back. His mother could not poke her nose into the trunk without the key and there was still almost 3 hours till the movers came. Even if he was still at the ER at noon he could call his mother and instruct her to NOT let the movers touch the trunk since they were only supposed to pick up the items going to storage and the trunk was going to the apartment.

She walked inside with Ben and put him down in the family room. Despite the boxes, it still had many of his toys and the child gate that separated the large room from the rest of the house (while open) was still up. It was still the safest place for him to play since none of the boxes had been double-stacked yet. Paul's mother closed the gate and went to make herself a cup of tea.

Inside her box, Natsuko was confused.

She heard the muffled sound of a car horn. She felt the floor vibrate as Paul ran outside. Then she heard what sounded like her mother-in-law's voice talking to Ben right outside her trunk! Paul would never have let his mother in the house during one of their games unless something had gone wrong, horribly wrong. But she trusted him completely and was not too worried since Paul was strong and capable, especially in a crisis.

She was thankful that before the honking he had worked her up to the third setting on the vibrator. It had taken a while, but she was slowly approaching gratification. She was a little apprehensive about having an orgasm with her mother-in-law in the same house, but she didn't hear anything after those comments to Ben so she assumed she had taken him into the kitchen or some other room.

Then she heard the first of several sounds that made her blood run cold.

"Bang, bang ... bang, bang, bang".

Someone was banging on her trunk, and not just anyone, but Ben – her infant son. She recognized his inquisitive pattern of banging immediately - she had heard it so many times on tables, windows, and other new boxes. The difference was that it was now her that Ben was intent on exploring! Only a few thin planks of wood separated little Ben from his bound, naked, and (mere seconds ago) highly aroused mother. Natsuko froze and held her breath praying that Ben wouldn't feel any muffled vibrations coming from the little devil between her legs. After what felt like an eternity, but in actuality was less than a minute, the banging stopped. "Thank God!" she thought to herself, he finally gave up. She slowly exhaled hoping the worst was over.

Just as she was beginning to breath normally again, she heard the second of several sounds that would make her blood run cold that morning. "Thump, thump ... thump, thump, thump".

Ben was on top of the trunk!

He must have climbed up from a near-by box or piece of furniture so that he was now directly above her! Her head was reeling - she couldn't figure out if she was more worried about any physical scaring that might come from him falling off or about any psychological scarring that might come from him somehow finding his mother in this much compromised position. Unbeknown to Natsuko, Ben was about to do something even more fundamentally disturbing ...

"Click, click ..."

Ben had found the remote control.

Paul had left it on top of the trunk and Ben had clicked it through the fourth speed and into the fifth (and highest) setting. Natsuko had no idea what was happening, all she knew was that the vibrator strapped to her body was now at full speed. Rational thought began slowly slipping away. After being kept on the brink by more than an hour of gradual stimulation her body was now being pushed towards the brink. Then ...

"Click"

It all stopped. Ben had hit the button again taking the vibrator to the off position and causing Natsuko's long delayed gratification to be delayed once again. As she was forced to "cool off" Natsuko's sexual frustration started getting the better of her. She knew there was something deeply wrong about having an orgasm at the hands of her son, to be the toy of her husband was one thing, to be rendered the toy of anyone that happened to pass by was almost too much.

Then it started again.

"Click, click"

Natsuko gasped and Ben must have sensed something because he started randomly hitting the button again. When he passed by the "off" setting he must of sensed something else, maybe her low growl of frustration. With this new found knowledge he started playing with his toy in earnest. Pushing the button until he felt one extreme, then plunging ahead till he felt the other, he had no idea what was going on inside this amazing box, just that somehow he had control over it and he was going to enjoy it as long as he could, or at least until he got bored.

"Click, click, click, click ... click ... ... ... click ... ... ... ... ... ... click, click, click, click"

He laughed with glee as he (unknowingly) cycled his mother round and round this bizarre merry-go-round of pleasure and deprivation.

... and then Natsuko heard the third and final sound that would make her blood run cold this morning ...

"Ben! What on earth are you doing up there?!?" It was Natsuko's mother-in-law, and things were about to get even worse.

Natsuko heard a scuffling sound as her mother-in-law quickly removed Ben from the top of the trunk. Fortunately Ben had stopped on the "off" setting when his grandmother grabbed him. As badly as Natsuko wanted an orgasm, part of her was deeply relieved that the vibrations had stopped and she could quietly ride out her frustration until Paul got home. She had no idea how much worse it was about to get.

Natsuko heard her mother-in-law say, "What is this Ben, where did you get it?" and so it started again.

Click, click ... click, click, click ....

Her mother-in-law now had the remote! Natsuko could almost see her pointing the remote around the room.

Click, click, click (at the TV).

Click, click, click (at the stereo).

Click, click, click (at the radio in the kitchen).

She continued to do this several more times moving from one piece of electronics to another hoping to figure out which one the remote belonged to,

Inside a tear rolled down Natsuko's check.

The continued cycling of the remote – right up to the edge and then back again – over, and over and over – was too much for her. At first she was deeply humiliated by the thought that her mother-in-law could bring her to an orgasm, but by the second or third cycle she didn't care anymore. Her body desperately needed release and she no longer cared where it came from. Her conscious, rational mind surrendered to the needs of her body and that little vibrator over her most sensitive of parts became the center of her universe. All she could think about was to pray and beg that the vibrator would stop on the fifth setting just long enough to allow the orgasm that had now been building all morning to finally engulf her. But alas, it was not to be.

"Well we'll just have to wait till your father comes home." Her mother-in-law exclaimed, placing the remote down on the Kitchen counter – far out of reach of Ben's inquisitive hands. "Now let's watch some Baby Einstein till Daddy and Mommy get back", she said to Ben.

After all that up and down and round and round, her mother-in-law had stopped on the second setting More than enough to keep Natsuko squirming in frustration, but just short of enough to allow her the orgasm she desperately wanted. Rational thought crept back into her head and she realized she would just have to wait till Paul got home. So she sat, as still and quietly as possible, waiting for the release from her frustration and bondage ... while being forced to listen to the strains of Baby Einstein in the background.

About an hour later the phone rang. It was Paul calling from the ER.

"Hello. Mom, are you there? Can you hear me?" he asked into his mobile phone.

"Yes dear, but you're breaking up a lot" his mother replied.

"We're in the ER and won't be out of here for a couple more hours, so I have something very important for you to do. Make sure to tell the movers to NOT touch the steamer trunk – it goes to the apartment NOT into storage. Got it – NOT INTO STORAGE." That's what Paul said, unfortunately due to the bad connection this is what his mother heard:

"We're ... ER and ... for a couple more hours ... something very important ... steamer trunk ... into storage ... got it ... into storage."

"Ok dear", she replied, " ... trunk does not ... ... into storage ... you won't ... your son did ...".

Paul interrupted her, "Mom I can't hear you very well ... just make sure about the trunk." He hung up.

His mother was a little flaky, and tended to talk your ear off, but as long as she had clear instructions she could be counted on. Little did he know that despite what he heard, what she said was, "The trunk does not go to the apartment - it goes into storage." - And that garbled mobile connection was the final straw that lead to Natsuko's fantasy unintentionally becoming her reality.

About an hour later the movers showed up and started loading the truck. The steamer trunk was big and solid, so of course they loaded it first and surrounded it with all the other big furniture. They finished up by putting the rest of the boxes in last, locking up the back of the truck, and driving off.

Inside Natsuko was deeply confused again. She heard lots of sounds and even some voices and at first she thought Paul might be home and her ordeal would finally be over. She then felt herself being moved and continued to hope it was Paul moving her to some less conspicuous place to let her out. But something was wrong. Whoever was moving her was not being gentle; she was tilted, rolled, and dropped back down very roughly. Paul always treated the trunk carefully when she was inside. This was different – more like how someone would treat a steamer truck if it was just full of toys and clothes.

That's when it hit her. Her fantasy was coming true – she was now just a box holding Paul's sex toy, and she would be stowed away till he wanted her again. The difference being that Paul had no idea this was happening, and Natsuko was not just a sex doll but a real women. This was not lost on Natsuko but by the time she tried to make noise or shake the trunk it was too late. The movers were busy loading more and more furniture in the truck and both were wearing iPods while they worked, effectively blocking out any muffled sounds they might have heard.

Natsuko realized the futility of her struggles when she felt a very firm, "THUMP" signaling the truck being closed and locked followed by the persistent vibrations of a truck leaving the driveway and getting out onto the road.

For most of the ride Natsuko tried to relax and take comfort in the fact that Paul was sure to figure out what was going on and rescue her soon. Till then she resigned herself to her situation and even tried to make herself a little more comfortable.

That's when it happened.

After hours of sexual frustration, and humiliation, and deprivation, suddenly out of nowhere her universe exploded in a sea of pleasure. Wave after wave of pure bliss washed over her. As she sank deeper and deeper into the most intense orgasm of her life, she slowly lost consciousness.

It turns out she was in the middle of grabbing her behind to shift her position at exactly the moment the truck hit a pothole in the road. She had been on the edge so long this combination was just enough to put her over the top.

What neither she nor Paul would find out for several days is that something changed inside Natsuko at the moment. In that singular instant the wiring in her brain made a startling connection. It was not her husband that gave her this intense feeling; he was miles away. It was not the vibrator that gave her this feeling; it had been hard at work for hours to absolutely no avail. Therefore it must be the trunk itself that reached out and touched her in a way no man (or woman for that matter) had ever touched her before. From that moment onward she would never look at the trunk in the same way again, and that would cause a very unusual shift in her love life for quite some time. But that's another story.

She finally woke up from her bliss induced sleep to the "beep, beep, beep" sound of the truck backing up, and then finally stopping. She heard the sound of the cab of the truck separating from the trailer part she was in and realized she must be in the storage warehouse. The moving company had explained to her and Paul that the 18 wheel truck would be loaded with all their possessions, stored intact in a giant locked warehouse, and left undisturbed until they were ready. At that point a cab would come back, pick up the trailer, deliver it to the new house, and unload it.

As she sat in the now quiet warehouse, slowly coming off of the endorphin induced afterglow, she felt different. She felt as if her bondage and the trunk itself were somehow caressing her, holding her firmly in their arms. She felt safe for the first time since Paul left the house.

Several hours, and a few stitches latter Erika was giggling and playful again. When Paul finally returned home with her he immediately checked for the trunk. When he saw it missing he paused for a moment and then turned to his mother. It took a few minutes for Paul to piece together what happened. As soon as he did he explained that Natsuko was held up with some of the moving errands and he needed to make some important calls. He asked her if she could watch the twins for a little longer. He hardly waited for a yes before he went upstairs to the home office, closed the door, and started making calls.

He emerged more than an hour latter extremely frustrated. It was now after four on a Saturday afternoon so everyone from the moving company was gone for the rest of the weekend. He was able to contact the manager of the company at home but only ran into another dead-end. It turns out he could get the guard to unlock the truck and unload the trunk, but only in the presence of a police officer who had to check his ID, observe the contents being removed, and log them in an official police report. Apparently the moving company had a previous episode with someone unloading and removing contents from a truck that didn't belong to them, so now the company policy was rather rigid.

Paul agonized over this for several minutes. Finally he came to a conclusion.

Leaving her in the trunk was safer than trying to get her out.

The trunk was well ventilated, Natsuko's bonds were relatively light, and she had spent long periods of time in the trunk before. Additionally a person could go about 3 days without water and up to 30 days without food. Since Natsuko was locked in around 8:00 AM Saturday it would only be 48 hours total before she could be unloaded on Monday morning. All of this together meant she should be safe where she was at. Uncomfortable – absolutely. But her life was not in any danger.

On the other hand, if he tried to get her out he would have to explain to the police why his wife was bound, gagged, and locked in a trunk. There was a distinct possibility one or both of them would be arrested or detained. There was also the possibility this might be deemed unfit behavior for parents of minors and child services would take custody of Ben and Erika.

Even if none of the worst case scenarios happened, at the very least there would be a permanent police record of their very private hobby and both the police officer and the warehouse security guard would get to gawk at his beautiful naked wife. He could easily imagine it making the front page of the local paper, "Housewife accidently packed and stored". Heaven forbid the guard secretly snaps a few candid shots with a camera phone and his wife could end up an unintentional internet star.

No, the risk of trying to get her out was just too great compared to the risk of leaving her in. He hated the thought of her locked up somewhere where he couldn't get to her, not knowing what was happening to her, or when she would be free – but he really didn't see any other choice. Somehow he would make it up to her, he told himself as he went downstairs to send his mother home and try to get the kids back to some semblance of normal.

Natsuko reflected quietly in her small prison – shackled, gagged, locked in a trunk, enclosed in a moving van and stored in a warehouse. She wondered how so many things could have gone wrong for her to have ended up here. As the last of the afterglow wore off, mostly she wondered if the vibrator that was slowly driving her to exasperation would run out of power before she went completely insane. Little did she know she would have till Monday morning to find out.


Chapter 2: Not just another box (added: 2012/09/19)

Paul took Monday morning off and arranged for his mother to watch the kids so he could be there to extract Natsuko the moment her trunk arrived. He removed her restraints, gave her some water, and milked her while running a warm bath for her. The milking in particular was long overdue as she had leaked milk all over herself during the 2 days and was clearly uncomfortably swollen. He then proceeded to wash her while massaging her sore muscles and dry her before carrying her to bed so she could recover.

She never said a word, and he tried to respect that by limiting his words to simply, "Honey, I am SO sorry for all of this, if there is ever ANYTHING I can do to make it up to you, please let me know." Even those words he saved until he placed the covers over her. She smiled, and tried to rest.

The next few days found Natsuko ... changed. She was distant and quiet. Her sleep was restless, her dreams haunted by images of being a helpless toy trapped in the trunk. One dream even had the trunk growing tentacles and using her in unspeakable ways.

When the kids were napping or asleep Paul caught her several times just sitting on the bed looking at the trunk - not having any clue that every thought of the trunk aroused her. Yet somehow Natsuko was uninterested or incapable of doing anything to relieve that arousal. She just seemed to wander around a shell of who she once was.

Finally after a couple of days of that Paul sat her down, looked her in the eyes and gently asked her, "Natsuko, you've been acting strange ever since ... well, you know ... "it" happened. I can only imagine what must be going through your head, but I want you to know you can tell me anything, and no matter what it is, we'll work through it together."

Natsuko smiled at him, the first real smile since it had happened.

"Paul, when you said you would do anything to make it up to me," she paused, clearly not sure if or how to say what she wanted to next, "I uh, have something very strange to ask."

Paul reached over and held her hands, "you know I love you, everything about you, even, and sometimes especially, your strange parts - so go on, just tell me what you're thinking." His loving and comforting smile relaxed Natsuko, finally allowing her to say what had been rolling around her head for 2 days.

"There was something about being locked in the trunk and stimulated by it that was deeply arousing to me, and I want to do it again, but I want a little more control over how long I'm out of control." She paused for barely a second, hoping that made some kind of sense, then ploughed on.

"I want to be able to set a timer and then be able to lock myself in, so I can just do it for a few hours now and then and not have to bother you every time. I would also LOVE some kind of more random stimulation - hours and hours and hours on the same setting just became kind of desensitizing after a while."

Paul sat there a moment, still holding her hands, still looking at her, but clearly shifting into deep thought mode. Natsuko waited patiently.

"Wow, I have to say of all the things I was expecting to hear, that was NOT one of them. In many ways what you're asking is a huge relief compared to where I thought this conversation might go. If you're serious about this ..."

Natsuko's head bobbed up and down so hard he was sure she would get dizzy, making him chuckle a little.

"... then I need a few days to draw up some plans, and probably a few more days or maybe even a couple of weeks to put things together depending on where this goes. I already have a few ideas I think you'll like, but I'm not sure if they'll all be practical. Do you think you can be patient that long, and give up most of "our" time till it's done?"

Natsuko pounced on him hugging him tightly, wrapping her legs around his waist, and kissing him passionately.

Demonstrating tremendous self-restraint, Paul pulled himself back from the embrace long enough to get a few words in.

"I'll take that as a yes" he grinned, "and two more things. One, no questions asked. I'm sure it will take longer than you'd like and you will have LOTS of questions as boxes start arriving, but you will not be able to see anything or even ask what I'm up to till I'm ready."

Natsuko nodded, biting her tongue as she already had questions she wanted to ask.

"Two ..." Paul paused for effect, "just to make sure you're in the proper mood for the upgrades, I don't want you to touch or pleasure self at all till it's done."

Natsuko's jaw dropped. The last orgasm she had had was Saturday afternoon, more than 4 days ago, two of which she spent suspended in a state of near constant arousal! As if that weren't enough, just the fact that Paul's was embracing this new project had her libido on overdrive. She wanted to cum now! She already felt like a dog in heat, what on earth would she be like if she had to wait like this for another couple of weeks?!?

Paul grinned like Lewis Carroll's Cheshire Cat. He knew her well enough to know she would be fidgeting and squirming in abject lust till the project was done. Controlling her orgasms had been a favorite game before the kids came along and consumed so much of their free time as to make it impractical. He had almost forgotten how arousing it was to see her this wanting knowing that he was in complete control of when or even if she would ever be satisfied again. He had to shake himself from that line of thinking - he had work to do.

Natsuko whimpered and nodded her consent as Paul "un-wrapped" her from his body and placed her back on the couch. "Hold that thought my pet; I've got some designing to do." With that he went into the office and started his new project, while poor Natsuko was left to simmer in her own juices, with no hope of boiling over for quite some time.

Over the next couple of weeks Paul worked and spent time with the twins, but was a virtual ghost to Natsuko the rest of the time. He rarely emerged from his office and when he did come out it was usually for a quick bio break or to grab food or water. He was completely oblivious to what was going on around him or else he would have noticed Natsuko's rising arousal.

Natsuko repeatedly and frequently caught her hand involuntarily sliding between her legs as she watched him come and go, knowing what he was working on. But she was a good girl and held true to her promise, no matter how desperately she wanted to F$#% something, anything, into oblivion.

Her twice daily milking's became agonizing. Her nipples had always been VERY sensitive - Paul had almost gotten her to orgasm once just from playing with them. In the complete absence of any other kind of pleasurable touching the suckling of those damned pumps suddenly became a constant, twice a day, every day tease. She couldn't wait to feel their caress, until she put them on, and then she cursed that they couldn't take her any farther than they did.

She finally got some relief towards the end of the two weeks when Paul told her he needed her naked and blindfolded for some "calibration testing". While he made sure the blindfold was completely blocking her sight he explained that he had to bring her into the office for this and didn't want to ruin the surprise by having her see the trunk before it was finished.

Once inside he sat her down on a cushion on the floor with her back against the wall and placed what felt like her old cuffs on her wrists and a strange new collar around her neck. She was wet with anticipation before even the last lock clicked shut.

"Ok, those cuffs and collar have been fitted with a variety of medical grade sensors designed to monitor your heart beat, respiration, perspiration, temperature, etc. etc. I'm hoping that I can collect enough data from them to be able to tell when you're having an orgasm - and more importantly, when you are getting close to an orgasm. So what I need you to do is stimulate yourself till you orgasm, and let me know when you do. If you're worried about masturbating in front of me, don't be - I'll mostly be watching my screens and monitoring the data."

If that was meant to be comforting, it had the opposite effect on Natsuko. She now felt like his guinea pig, running through some kind of erotic maze so he could collect his data and then put her back in her cage till the next time he needed her. She had come to think of her chastity as a kind of cage she was locked into, so this analogy felt very real to her ... and further fuelled her arousal.

"Wait a minute," Paul interrupted her thoughts. "I need a base line and these numbers already look elevated. Are you already aroused just sitting there?"

Natsuko felt her face get warm as she developed a fierce blush, realizing that these new sensors had betrayed her thoughts and innermost feelings. It really didn't matter what she said, these new restraints seemed capable of reading her reactions anyway. As if being naked and masturbating in front of her husband hadn't made her vulnerable enough, these new tools left her utterly and completely exposed and helplessly on display in front of her master. This only made things worse.

"What on earth is going on? It looks like your arousal level is rising and all I did was ask you if you were getting aroused? Either these sensors are faulty, or else you're even hornier than I thought if just a bit of embarrassment and humiliation can get such a rise out of you. Hmmm, let me try something ..."

Suddenly Natsuko felt something ICE cold against her engorged clitoris and yelped before she could stop herself. If the wall had been any weaker she surely would have backed up right through it into the next room.

"There - that's better! That seems to have dropped all of your arousal indicators right down." Paul exclaimed as he withdrew whatever ice cold object he had placed between Natsuko's legs. "Sorry about that my pet, but I really needed a baseline and to get that I needed you completely UN-aroused. I assume you're not feeling aroused at all right now?"

Natsuko nodded meekly. After that experience she wasn't even sure she could even remember what aroused felt like.

"Ok, now you can start playing with yourself. Just make sure you let me know before you come and as close as possible to exactly when you come so I can mark it in the data."

Paul had definitely figured out how to reduce her arousal level to zero, between having her intimate parts flash frozen and then being told to "perform" like a piece of machinery she was definitely starting from zero. But she reminded herself what this was all for, and realized Paul must clearly be going WAY above and beyond her original request.

She began fantasizing about being back in the trunk's secure embrace, about having it tease and torment her. Before long she was rapidly climbing the arousal ladder again. The two plus weeks of denial had taken their toll and before she knew it she was right on the edge and signalled Paul mere seconds before she had an amazing toe curling, mind blowing orgasm.

"Excellent! Now I just need 3 or 4 more like that and we'll be done."

Natsuko was still trying to catch her breath as his words hit him, "3 or 4 more?!?"

"Oh my God" she thought, "this new and improved trunk is going to be the death of me before it's even finished!" But being the good little submissive that she is, she started all over again. "Heh", she giggled to herself, "I guess there are worse ways to spend an evening".

The next day (Thursday night) Paul emerged from the office bleary eyed just before midnight and told Natsuko that the trunk would be ready for "integration testing" tomorrow night as soon as the kids went down. With that he stumbled off and collapsed into bed, the first night in more than 2 weeks that he had done so before midnight.

Natsuko had not slept a wink that night - she was far too excited to sleep. All she could think about was finally being back in her trunk. This felt WAY worse than any childhood Christmas Eve she could remember. She had DESPERATELY wanted to finger herself, but Paul had only given her permission to do so during the calibration, so she had very anxiously waited. She had also not eaten anything since Paul's midnight announcement. Just as before moving day she wanted the feeling of being in the trunk as long as possible, even if Paul's testing was only for an hour or two.

After the kids were down Paul had Natsuko close her eyes, guided her into the walk in closet of their bedroom, and then asked her to open her eyes.

Natsuko did so, and couldn't stop herself from being underwhelmed.

"I know what you're thinking ..." Paul started, "... it probably doesn't look any different than it used to. Well, that was part of the idea - I wanted it to look like any and every other trunk of its type. There are a few improvements you can't see, such as the three tiny web cams in places no one will notice them or that I've wired all the steel reinforced parts of the trunk together on the inside to turn them into a giant antenna - but I'll explain those later.

The only thing you might notice if you looked closely is the old locking hasps in the front have been replaced with internally locking hasps; the trunk can only be unlocked and opened from the inside." Cutting her off before she could ask how that worked, he opened the trunk, and now Natsuko's jaw dropped.

If he hadn't shown her the outside first she would never have guessed this was the same trunk. EVERYTHING inside was different. It looked like Paul had completely rebuilt it from scratch, and before she could even guess at all the new additions Paul interrupted her again.

"Now I'm going to show you how to lock yourself in here, so I want you to pay careful attention. I'll explain some of the new enhancements as we go. Let's start by putting on the cuffs and collar we used to help calibrate you and the computer a couple of nights ago. They might look a bit different since I've now fitted them with special D-rings that match fittings in the trunk. When the trunk is ready for you all you have to do is put your arms, legs, waist and neck in the right spots and the trunk will lock you in for the duration of the session."

Natsuko's arousal jumped several notches at the thought the trunk could now (in a very real way) reach out and grab her and hold her "for the duration of the session." Just what did Paul mean by that and just what was this computer he had calibrated her to? She bit her lip, trying to suppress all the questions popping into her mind, and put the cuffs and collar on just as she did before, thanking her lucky stars they didn't seem to be connected yet lest she need another ice treatment to get her back to her baseline.

"Let's move on to this next ..." he said holding up what looked to be a brand new and also completely rebuilt "chastity" belt. "The belt has dildos front and back that not only vibrate but can also shock, heat up, and even apply cold to your intimate parts. The pad over your clitoris has all the same features. The hot and cold parts I tweaked out of some USB cup heater / coolers." Paul said proudly holding it out for her to put on.

Natsuko couldn't have closed her jaw if she wanted to - Electricity? Hot and cold? Just what on earth did Paul have planned for her?!?

She reached out timidly, as if it might bite her and took the belt from Paul's hand. She turned it around till she had the butt plug in front, and slowly slid it in and out several times, using all the surplus moisture from her already VERY active pussy to lubricate it. She then turned it around again, lined everything up front and back (being careful of the wires hanging off it) and eased it in, shuddering slightly as she felt them slowly slide in and "pop" into place as they became firmly seated inside and against her. Paul took great pleasure in sliding the unique lock into the belt and sealing her in. Natsuko did not think she could be any more aroused than she was at that moment, that is, until what came next.

Turning around he picked up something that made her swollen nipples get even harder as he passed it to her and continued, "I mounted a brand new version of your breast pumps into a kind of bra harness that will hold it tightly to your breasts while you're locked inside. I modified it so the hoses go to a high capacity reservoir hidden in the trunk so you can be milked according to your regular schedule and the trunk will store several days' worth. I'm not sure exactly how quickly it will fill since I have it set to recycle some of the milk into your drinking tube now and then, but I'll get to that in a minute. I've also attached similar pads - vibrating, shock and heat - to these as the ones in the belt. I had to skip cold because it made it too heavy but, even as it is the trunk will be able to play with your breasts and nipples and milk you too!"

Natsuko felt her knees get weak as Paul showed her how to put it on. With every new item Paul showed her the trunk was taking more and more control of every facet of her body and her life. She would be utterly at its mercy, and Paul wasn't even done yet!

"The last item for you to put on is this ..." he held up a bizarre head harness looking thing. "It has display glasses that go over your eyes, sound blocking speakers for your ears, and a very special gag for your mouth."

"When the display is on you will see what looks like an 80 inch computer screen as if you were standing 5 feet away. When it's off, it is will act like a blindfold. It will be connected to the same computer as everything else so it can show you what's going on outside the trunk via those cameras I mentioned before, or I can have it play any video or set of images I want for you."

"The earphones work much the same way. They are noise cancelling so when the computer isn't providing you audio you won't be able to hear a thing."

"The gag also has a small microphone built in so the trunk will be able to hear you grunt, which should be useful if I ever need to ask you yes or no questions while you're inside. You know, "grunt once for yes, twice for no" kind of thing. I'll also be able to tell when you're moaning in pleasure no matter where the trunk is, which should be fun for me." Paul's face took on a mischievous grin when he said that.

"The gag also has an air hole, so even if you're nose gets stuffed up you won't asphyxiate yourself. I didn't want to endanger our household milk supply by having you get dehydrated or malnourished even if you're just in there for a day or two, so that tube going into the gag is connected to a small button next to where your left hand will be. Press the button and suck on the gag and you'll get either water or breast milk - the computer will decide which to give you. I figure the milk will give you some nutrients and will extend how long you can be in there while also keeping the size of the milk reservoir down."

"Now before we do our first trial run, I should point out a couple of things while you can still see." Paul was clearing enjoying stretching this out for her, "The false bottom has been rebuilt to contain the absolute latest high efficiency - high safety battery packs, essentially the same ones they're starting to use in electric cars. If I did my math right, they should power a completely disconnected trunk for about 10 days give or take. In here are the brains of your new trunk", he said pointing to an area directly in front of where her head would be when she sat inside.

"There is basically a full blown but miniaturized PC in there, minus the keyboard and screen, running Robotics Studio and connected to everything else in the trunk. I made sure it has a built in air card and GPS so we can take you on the road and I'll still be able to control and monitor you even if you're out of Wi-Fi range. That PC is the nerve center that will read the output from those cuffs and collar you helped me calibrate and take action on you using the input devices now strapped and locked to your body." Natsuko felt her arousal level jump once again at the mention of just what was now locked to her body.

"I did take one risk ...", Paul went on, both noticing and enjoying the delicious way Natsuko was already squirming, "... and added a research add-in to the Robotics studio software to apply genetic algorithms to the patterns I've created for you. That will enable the software to add "mutations" to those patterns, track the success of the mutations, and continually evolve how the trunk plays with you. The software's goal is for you to have the longest, strongest orgasms possible, and it will be tireless in figuring out just what is the most efficient way to accomplish that."

Natsuko wasn't sure if it was the grin on his face, or the words he spoke, but the hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end and her brain was screaming, "RETREAT, RETREAT!" Paul was about to lock her into something that would "learn" her, that could read every nuance of her arousal, no matter how badly she wanted to hide it, and would be single minded in its pursuit of turning her into an orgasm machine. She knew deep down this was a Pandora's Box and that once stepped into would change her life forever. Little did she know just how profoundly true that was about to become.

But as usual it was the rising heat between her legs that would control her actions. No matter what her head or the hairs on the back of her neck were telling her, there was never any question that her arousal was going to pull her body into that trunk, even if the rest of her consciousness was kicking and screaming.

Paul chuckled, clearly reading her body language, and showed her just where to plug what, and how to finally ease back into position so all her D-rings lined up with the slots in the trunk. Natsuko was literally shaking in anticipation and when she felt the deadbolt style bars slide through the D-rings locking her neck, back, waist, wrists, and ankles in place. She thought her heart was going to leap from her chest.

The closest thing to a rational thought going through her head was the words, "Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God" over and over as she realized she was now completely and utterly helpless to stop this. She was at the mercy of this wicked smart new trunk Paul had built just for her, and it would have its way with her, for as long as Paul allowed it to. Behind the monitor-blindfold, her eyes were wide as saucers as Paul slowly closed the trunk, its similar deadbolt style bars sealing it shut, and went to his laptop.

"Testing 1, 2, 3 Testing 1, 2, 3 - Can you hear me Natsuko?"

Natsuko moaned into her gag, not really capable of much else besides that at the moment.

"Excellent, I'm going to run through each of your new inputs, and make sure everything is functioning properly. I can probably tell just by watching your arousal level on my screen, but I'm going to ask you anyway so I'd like you to grunt or moan as we walk through each one just to be sure." So began a tedious checklist that made poor Natsuko feel more like she was a rocket about to be launched than a girl locked in a trunk looking for a Friday night diversion.

"We're just about an hour till midnight, and everything seems to be working perfectly, so I'm setting the timer to start at 11:00 and run a one hour cycle. If all goes as planned, and you don't seem to be in any discomfort, it will immediately go into a 2 hour cycle, then a 4, then an 8, then 16. Factoring in your 4 hour rest period from 2 AM - 6 AM, that should take us into Sunday afternoon and I can decide then if I want to run another cycle till Monday morning or not."

"Oh My GOD!!!" Natsuko thought to herself. "This isn't just a small test run, he honestly intends on keeping me in here for the weekend - as long as that first time! Except now the trunk is WAY more capable of exploring every conceivable pleasure option my body has to offer!"

The first round was pretty much what she expected, all of her sensitive parts started vibrating on the lowest setting, and just as her arousal rose, so did the level of the vibrations. She fidgeted in her bonds as she came closer and closer to an orgasm, and sure enough, just as she was about to cum, all the vibraters stopped at once. She was left tantalizingly close, and utterly unable to do anything to get herself over that last little bit.

After a minute or two and just as she was starting to resign herself to not being able to cum, the vibrators started up again from the lowest setting. She tried to count how many times she was brought right to the brink before being denied, but it was useless. At first she cursed the trunk for denying her, then begged it for release, then tried to bargain with it ("PLEASE let me cum and I'll do ANYTHING you want" and the like) and finally, she resorted to praying to God, her husband, and even the inanimate trunk that it please let her cum.

During the eighth round and just as she got to the point where she knew it would stop, it didn't. The vibrations kept on high and she was utterly taken by surprise as her body erupted with an orgasm even more powerful that the first one the trunk gave her. The pleasure radiated out from between her legs and seemed to engulf her body. The trunk patiently watched and waited, and only as her pleasure started receding did it slow down and finally shut off the vibrations. Natsuko was completely and utterly content and satisfied. That is, until a few minutes later when it started all over again.

The next cycle was different; she could tell that the "genetic" module Paul had mentioned had kicked in as the program started mutating itself. Sometimes it would take her to the edge, stop, and then restart on a high setting instead of going back to the bottom. Other times instead of just stopping, it would shock her sensitive parts, or apply cold to them to back her off from the edge. It was continually trying new things, and measuring the results. Natsuko had wanted less predictability and Paul had exceeded her wildest expectations. Unable to predict what was coming, she was helpless to prepare for it, and became utterly and mindlessly in the moment.

About an hour and forty minutes into her two hour cycle, something odd happened. When she tried to relate it to Paul latter, she could never quite figure out how to describe it. The best she could do was to say it felt kind of like an out of body experience. Her body seemed to go on some kind of auto pilot while her mind just ... checked out, and seemed to float above it all. She could still feel all the stimulations being applied to her, but somehow she didn't mind as much. It was like she could feel it being done to someone else, instead of herself. She apologized to Paul since no matter how she tried to put it to words, it sounded like nonsense, but she assured him she felt every contradictory statement she made about it.

This out of body experience made her next orgasm even more interesting, if not more powerful than the last. From this dreamy otherworldly state, he body seemed to soundly grab her consciousness, and pull it through her g-spot to engulf not just her body, but seemingly her very soul in pleasure. It seemed to go on and on and on and when it finally subsided she was utterly spent. As she quietly waited for the trunk to resume tormenting her with pleasure, it surprised her yet again by failing to do so. She had completely lost track of time and forgotten that Paul mentioned a sleep cycle from 2 AM to 6 AM each night. As she floated in her post orgasmic bliss, she drifted off to a deep and profound sleep despite all her restraints.

The next morning she awoke to the very pleasant ministrations of the trunk as it began its next cycle. When she finally rose to full consciousness, it took her a second to understand why she couldn't see or hear, or move, and why she felt so damned horny. As it all came back to her where she was and why, she groaned into her gag - it was just the beginning of what was surely to be a VERY long day!

The next cycle continued much like the last, and that meant it was equally unpredictable as the trunk's programming continued to mutate and adapt to Natsuko's body. It became more and more capable of taking her rapidly to the edge of an orgasm, and sustaining her there for longer and longer periods of time, without having to start and stop her stimulation. As much as she hated the rises and falls of the original program, she was positivity sure these changes were worse. The trunk was managing to drive her out of her mind with sexual need while offering her almost no respite at all.

There were no rounds to attempt to count, just one long endless need between her legs that robbed her of all reason. She became that throbbing need and it came to define her existence. She drifted in and out of her body like this for quite some time, until something yet again new seized her attention.

Suddenly something was sucking on her nipples, and that tiny bit of new stimulation took her to an entirely new level of pleasure. It was almost as if this orgasm started in her nipples and spread to her neither regions before engulfing the rest of her. As the breast pumps rhythmically sucked the milk from her, each pull from her engorged breasts seemed to cause a spike in her long continuous orgasm.

Her body seemed incapable of stopping the orgasm as long as she was being milked. She wasn't even sure if it was one long orgasm, or dozens of tiny ones, each happening as her nipples were vacuumed up into the pump. When the breast pump finally stopped, her body was as utterly emptied of energy as her breasts were of milk. She was sure if the trunk wasn't supporting her she would have collapsed into a heap.

Before she could even catch her breath, a new cycle started all over again. She moaned, she cursed, she screamed, she begged and pleaded through the gag for it to all stop. But of course the trunk didn't understand any of this, and wouldn't have cared even if it could. It was a machine, all it understood was what it was programmed to do, and at the moment, it was programmed to continue trying to give Natsuko the perfect orgasm, whether she wanted it or not.

And so it went; for the next 8 hours her body was driven to the edge of ecstasy, and suspended there with alternating parts pleasure, pain, and deprivation. She once again became one with her need to orgasm, and was unable to think of anything else. Her complete exhaustion caused her to drift in and out of consciousness, but even when she was unconscious the relentless assault on her body caused fevered dreams of arousal. At one point she became convinced she had been reincarnated as a clitoris on another woman's body, forever doomed to feel the pleasure of arousal, but never the complete and utter release of an orgasm.

When the blinding white light of bliss finally did catch up with her again, she was sure she could not possibly endure any more pleasure without her body giving out. It rippled over her in wave after wave, until she did finally surrender to a merciful loss of consciousness.

Suddenly she was being pleasured again. She didn't remember waking up or passing out, or even who or where she was. It was as if the last orgasm had wiped her mind back to a clean slate. For the next two hours, all she knew was she wanted to cum, and didn't understand why she couldn't. Then she felt a tug at her nipples and her world exploded again. Just as before, the orgasm lasted till her breasts were empty and the pump stopped.

Unlike before her brain began to rewire itself; she existed for two things and two things only: a (seemingly) eternal sexual need, followed by an orgasm beyond reason. If she wasn't being teased or cuming something wasn't right. So it was actually a kind of comfort when the next cycle started. Despite her desperately wanting that next orgasm, as long as she felt that all-consuming need for it, everything must be right with the world.

Meanwhile the trunk too had a lot to process. The last orgasm had come on so suddenly it hadn't been able to do anything to stop it, despite the fact that it was supposed to be 14 more hours till her next orgasm. It learned that she could no longer be allowed to be milked unless her arousal level was significantly lower.

It had also learned that milking Natsuko was a way to prolong and intensify her orgasm. The learning part of the code added a non-random mutation to try adding milking to her next scheduled orgasm regardless of whether it was the scheduled milking time.

The next fourteen hours continued with Natsuko being teased to the edge of sanity, with an interruption for sleep and her first milking Sunday morning. The trunk ended up needing to use quite a bit of cold and electricity to keep her from coming during that milking, but it managed it, and thus ensured there were no more unscheduled orgasms, much to Natsuko's chagrin.

There was one interesting turn of events during that cycle. After Paul got the kids down Saturday night, he decided Natsuko might want some visual stimulation, so he transferred a large chunk of his private pornography collection to the trunk for it to play for Natsuko. As if the unending teasing was not enough, she now had to look at picture after picture, video after video, of drop dead sexy girls (some solo, some playing with other girls as went Paul's interests) as she was teased for hours.

The computer took particular note of a sharp spike in her arousal level when she was drinking some of her own milk while seeing big breasted women, and decided to add another non-random mutation to make sure she was looking at breasts when she was fed her milk in the future.

What the computer could not know was the reason for the increased arousal: when faced with large breasts while drinking her own milk Natsuko couldn't help but fantasize that the milk in her mouth was the result of her suckling another woman's nipples. Among other things, poor Natsuko would emerge from this with a deep rooted fetish to drink from another woman's breasts.

The trunk applied all it had learned to her last orgasm of the weekend, and thus was beyond any of the others. Not counting sleep time she had been relentlessly teased for 14 hours and the programming made sure this time she was milked as she came. The only down side was this midday milking was shorter than the previous ones. When Paul reviewed the data later he added some code to reduce her regular milkings in order to leave more milk for her milked orgasms.

Paul made it a point to watch this last one live, and was stunned at the results. Her pleasure was off the charts, and that was only after 2 days in the trunk! He was a bit concerned about her other indicators; clearly the trunk was pushing her physical endurance.

He debated long and hard about releasing her then and there, but she had lapsed into such a deep slumber that he decided the best thing to do was to reset the trunk to not start again and let her rest at least until the kids were asleep again. He'd check back in on here after that, and if she showed any signs of waking up he could transfer her to the bed, and if not, then leave her there to sleep in peace until the morning.

Natsuko was so exhausted she slept through the night, including her evening milking! She woke up a few times, but in absolute darkness and silence with no way to move and nothing to do, she drifted back to sleep.

Around 7:00 Paul came on the speaker and screens so she could see his face as she heard his voice.

"I'm going to open the trunk, but I'm guessing you might be disoriented, so this first time I'm going to help you out of the trunk and tell you what I'm doing as I walk you through the process. I'm hoping if I remind you of the steps a few times you'll be comfortable getting yourself out after that."

Natsuko was disoriented, to say the least. The sleep and seeing and hearing Paul started to bring her back from her trunk induced amnesia. By the time she was completely out of everything, she was pretty much settled back into her body.

Paul had to start working soon after that, so it was not until the kids were down that Natsuko was finally able to describe to him what the weekend was like. After giving him the details to the best of her ability, she sheepishly posed a question to him.

"To say the climaxes were amazing would be an epic understatement, and I'm curious if or how much further the trunk could take them - would you mind if I started "sleeping" in there?" she asked.

"Sure, you can certainly try that for a while, it's up to you. After all I built it so you could put yourself in and take yourself out anytime you wanted, and I can show you how to adjust the controls so you can decide if you want to cum and how often."

And so it went, for several weeks, Natsuko spent most nights allowing herself an orgasm or two (and occasionally none, just to keep things interesting). Much as she enjoyed that, she began to feel like it gave her too much control, so she asked Paul to create a new setting, to allow the trunk to use its learning and optimization routines to decide if and when she could cum.

After five long nights filled with endless teasing and no relief at all, Natsuko feared it could be weeks before she would be allowed to cum again. So she went back to Paul and asked him to add a probability setting. She could pick a number, and the trunk would give her a 1 in that number chance of cuming during that session.

Her reasoning was that if she set this to 7 that meant she would get at least one orgasm every 7 days. She didn't realize this could just as easily result in her going two weeks and then having 2 in a row, but she would learn this soon enough.

Paul's implementation was to have the trunk figure out if Natsuko would be able to cum at the beginning of the session. That way it could optimize the session for either maximum frustration or maximum orgasm, depending on the result.

He also decided to "lock in" the probability setting so it could not be changed until an orgasm had been achieved. He neglected to tell Natsuko this till she picked her first probability. After all, if she set it for 10 days and decided she couldn't wait anymore after only 5, what fun would there be in that? Especially since she seemed to have forgotten she could pleasure herself outside the trunk.

Despite some ups and downs, and many restless days of abject sexual frustration, when the trunk did allow her to cum they continued to be some of the most powerful orgasms she could imagine. It all seemed to be going just as she hoped, until one night locked away at her most vulnerable, she heard a voice in her ears that was not Paul's.