Originally posted to Adult BackWash: Thursday February 12, 2004
The package was delivered on time, wrapped in bright yellow paper and tied around with a neon pink ribbon. Just as it was shown in the fancy catalogue. Three men delivered it to her apartment, high in the sky of downtown Toronto. It was a heavy package. The men lingered, expecting a tip for services rendered. They didn't know her of course. She wasn't a big tipper, not for those kind of services anyway. They soon left and she was alone with her package.
All was quiet for awhile. She took her time, made fresh coffee, kicked off her high heeled work shoes and flipped through the latest issue of her favourite magazine. She knew it wouldn't stay quiet for ever. She was right, as usual.
The package began making moaning sounds. Before long it began moving, being bumped from within. She wasn't alarmed. She knew she could expect just what she had ordered. The company was very reliable. None of her orders had been anything less than perfect in the past. The only difference was this time it was personal. This time she had ordered for herself. Not another friend, a co-worker or a needy relative. This one was all hers.
So, when she finally had enough thrill of suspense she unwrapped her package. The ribbon unwound and the yellow paper ripped easily. The lid of the box was at last opened by the man not quite patiently waiting inside, her own male order bride.
Getting out of the box was interesting. She laughed as he tried to figure out how to escape a cardboard box without looking foolish. It was a losing battle. How could any naked man not look foolish while trying to escape from a cardboard box? She gave him a break and tipped him over. It seemed to hurt his dignity to have to crawl out, like a lizard, on his belly. But she liked it.
"I'm Sharon. Do you have your papers, little man?" She said.
"Yes." He pulled a thick envelope out of the box and gave it to her. He remained on his knees in front of her, waiting as he had been told to do.
"So... Greg, welcome to my home. You may make use of the washroom while I check your papers."
"Thank you." He dashed off quickly before realizing he had no idea where to go. He turned back to ask but she had already turned away, leaving him on his own.
However, he found it wasn't a big place and after opening a door to her bedroom and a second bedroom he found the bathroom at the end of the hall. A shower would have been great but the agency had prepared him with lotions and such and he didn't want to wash all that off before he knew she was pleased enough to keep him and sign all the papers. At least she was easy on the eyes. That had been one of his worries. It wouldn't be easy to please a woman he didn't find pleasing.
Sharon, meanwhile, had already skimmed the papers and signed them. The agency had sent her a copy to check over already, the paperwork sent with the bride was just an extra copy for him to keep. To let him think he still had some options. Sharon was about to let him know differently.
Greg had just finished washing his hands when she walked into the bathroom. He almost protested the invasion before remembering the bargain he'd made. He was her bride, as they called him. In exchange for his room, board and spending money, he now belonged to her. Not a bad deal if you can get it. So his friends had told him. He was less sure now than he had been when he first signed up. Still, it was a lot better than being homeless.
"Everything seems in order Greg. But I want to check more than your paperwork." She circled around him, trailing her fingers over his naked skin. "Make your cock hard so I can see how you look with a hard on. When you're ready come into the hallway." She turned off the bathroom light and left him.
Greg felt pretty strange. As if being unwrapped from a box, naked, wasn't unordinary enough. But, it was a simple enough thing to do. He began stroking his cock, slowly at first. Thinking about her and what he had seen of her body through her skirt and blouse. The red colour had been quite a turn on. It didn't take him more than a couple of minutes to achieve a good erection and find his way into the hall still stroking his now hard cock.
She was waiting with a stop watch. "Very good Greg. Not bad time at all for the first time. Now you can go into your bedroom, lie on the bed and wait for me. Keep your cock hard until I come to use you." She pointed him to the smaller bedroom beside her own.
Sharon brought a leash and collar with her when she came back. They were red with silver studs. The collar had several large loops for attachments. The collar was locked around his neck with a thick padlock.
"This is a training collar. Later you will have a permanent collar which will be welded shut around your neck. Now, my little man bride, lie down on your bed and be a good boy."
Sharon pushed him backwards until he mostly fell across the bed. She pulled off her blouse, skirt, bra and panties and sat astride his hips. Greg was getting harder, liking the rough treatment and the promise of sex of course. Sharon rose up a little, took hold of his cock and rubbed the tip along her pussy lips. Greg felt her wetness as his cock dipped in, between her wet lips. Sharon shifted up and took his cock inside her, pushing down against him until his cock filled her pussy. Greg gasped, bucking his hips up, penetrating her himself. The agency had denied him sex for months but he was kept in a state of almost constant arousal. This was what he had been begging for! His balls began to tighten and he could feel his cock pounding with building pressure, needing so much to come.
That's when Sharon slapped him. Not a hard slap. Just a quick, sharp smack on one cheek to get his attention. It did.
"You may not come yet my bride. You have to please me first. If you can't do that you will go without yourself, do you understand?"
"Yes" Greg managed to gasp. He tried to think of something that would cool down his raging need to come. Nothing much came to mind, just her round, firm breasts, bouncing slightly as she continued to ride his cock. Just the feel of her pussy clenched around his cock, the feel of her wet pussy... He couldn't help it. He came all at once, all of a sudden. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
"Well little bride. You haven't pleased me, not very well at all."
Greg couldn't even answer.
Sharon leaned down over his prone and now slack body. She whispered in his ear, "You're going to be punished now."
