By thebondageboss
Hi, I’m calling from Freight Center Shipping, could I please speak with Mr. Smith
Speaking.
Hi Mr. Smith, as I mentioned I’m calling from Freight Center Shipping regarding a shipment we have for you.
A shipment? I’m sorry, you must be mistaken, I haven’t ordered anything recently. Heh, I know. If you’ll forgive me, this is where it gets a little weird. Weird?
Yes um, you see on this order there is actually a note stating that the sender is aware that you weren’t expecting this delivery and we were to contact you in order to arrange a time when we can deliver it to your residence.
That is kind of weird. Does it say who it’s from? Well, I don’t know if it’s a business name or what but the bill of lading actually says “Unknown
Sender”. By any chance does that sound like anything you’re familiar with? “Unknown Sender?” No I’m afraid not.
I didn’t think so, but I was kind of hoping. It has a couple of us at the office kind of curious. At any rate though, that brings us back to the reason for the call, which is to coordinate a time when you’ll be able to accept the shipment.
Oh, well by any chance could you just drop it off where I work?
I’m sorry but no sir, along with the instructions about arranging a delivery time with you, it states that it must be delivered to your residence. Besides, the package is actually a crate that weighs almost 200 pounds. I think it would be best to just deliver it to your residence as per the original shipping instructions.
200 pounds? What? Um, by any chance does it say what it is? How big is this thing anyway? It’s about less than 3 feet square actually. Wow, I wonder what the heck it is. Where was it shipped from anyway? Let’s see… it says here that it shipped from Seattle, Washington the day before yesterday.
Seattle?! What? Um… let’s see, damn… I’ve got a long day actually. I can’t be be home tonight until closer to 6:00, will that be too late?
Actually that would be just fine. We deliver until 8:00 pm so our truck can definitely be there by six.
OK um, will the driver be able to bring it in to my house?
I don’t think that would be a problem actually. With freight that weighs this much we usually have two guys and they’ve got all kinds of hand trucks etc so you should be fine.
Well thank you then I guess. You’ve got me all excited to get home now! Was there anything else with those instructions or whatever?
No sir, that’s about it. When the drivers arrive they’ll just need your signature and a place to drop off the crate and you should be good to go.
Ok, thank you very much then. Wow… Heheheh, thank you too Mr. Smith, I hope you enjoy your surprise and you have a nice day.
Looking at His watch He saw that it was 9:37 am. There were just 8 ½ hours until He could get home to find out whatever this was that was coming to Him. From Seattle no less. Could it possibly have been from His Seattle pig? If so, what on Earth could the pig be sending him that weighed close to 200 pounds? And why wouldn’t it have contacted Him about it at all?
If it wasn’t from pig, which would be a bizarre coincidence who the hell in Seattle would be sending Him anything anyway, much less such a huge and heavy thing? Ooh… maybe the pig finally got its act together and made a cage or something and was sending it to SIR? Wouldn’t that be amazing? But if it’s less than three feet square, even disassembled, that would be a small cage. What the heck is it?
The timing was perfect though, try a He might, He had to work on the day of His birthday this year, being Monday which only added to His wondering. If anyone else knew, or even if His Seattle pig knew that this delivery was going to be on His birthday, why not make it on the preceding Friday or arrange for a weekend delivery?
Regardless, BOSS’ curiosity was truly piqued now, it was going to be a long frustrating day knowing that there was something big being delivered to Him.
All day long BOSS’ imagination ran wild, it was even more difficult to stay focused on the job than when SIR knew one of His pigs was coming for a visit. It had to be from His Seattle pig, and with the weight, it had to be something the pig made from steel after finally having gotten back to welding. It had to be. But what?! Never had the end of the day seemed like such a long time away.
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When BOSS turned the corner onto His street He could already see the large delivery truck pulled up in front of His home. It looked like they might have just arrived themselves as the
driver was nearing the back of the truck as another man was climbing out of the passenger side. BOSS’ excitement surprised even Him as it sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through His blood.
He pulled into the driveway and practically jumped out of the car before retaining His usually calm demeanor and striving not to appear to be too excited as the driver of the truck approached him with his hand outstretched in greeting.
“Hey there, would you be Mr Smith?” he asked with some obvious amusement. “I am” replied BOSS “I’m assuming you’re the guys from Freight Center Shipping?“
“You got it. Say, normally we don’t ask questions but do you have any idea what this is? We don’t often get such specific instructions to arrange a delivery time and all.”
“I’m in the dark as much as you are I’m afraid. I think it might be some kind of surprise birthday present but beyond that I have no idea.”
“Oh! When’s your birthday?? “Today as a matter of fact.”
“Well happy birthday, even especially since you had to work it on a Monday then! Let’s go ahead and get this in for you so you can get on with your surprise. Where can we take this for you?”
BOSS looked at the truck as the other delivery man was opening the roll up door at its rear to reveal a wooden crate nestled amongst a number of other boxes and crates. It didn’t appear to be anything special, just a sturdy wooden box complete with arrows and stencils stating “This end up” and “Fragile, handle with care”. He couldn’t help but notice that the guy that was in the truck unstrapping the crate kept staring at him with a look on his face that He couldn’t quite figure out.
“Oh, hm” BOSS said looking at the crate. Even though He was aware that it was less than 3 feet square, seeing it now suddenly made it look abnormally large. He couldn’t ask the delivery men to take it into the garage as it had been converted to a playroom/dungeon space so that really meant that the crate could only go into the house. BOSS looked at the staircase that led up to the front porch and as the house was on a small hill it meant that the stairs were something of a climb.
Looking apologetically at the men He said “Would it be too much to ask you to bring it up the stairs and drop it in my front room? The garage is full of stuff so up in the house is the only option really.”
While the movers maintained their semi professional appearance, BOSS was sure he had seen at least one of them wilt just a bit at the thought of lugging such an apparently heavy little box up so many stairs. But being professionals after all, the odd little crate was easily enough placed in the front room and with a simple signature, the men and truck were gone leaving BOSS to ponders he delivery of such an unexpected parcel. Looking at its solid construction BOSS only wondered for a moment about how to best open it until He saw the screws that were apparently securing the top of the crate to the rest of the box. It took a few minutes of searching before the power drill was located and BOSS was eagerly reversing each screw from its home.
As the final screw dropped to the floor, BOSS laid the drill near His feet and paused for a moment before finally revealing the contents inside. At first BOSS was confused as the entire contents and lining of the box were black which made it difficult at first to understand what He was seeing, contours and curves that didn’t seem to take any shape. Then at the same moment He realized that all the black was actually all black rubber, and it started to move. No, not “move”… to be more accurate it began to unfold and decompress, a head started raising up from within the folds of its arms and knees… it was a person! The squeezed form moved slowly, sluggishly and with either trepidation or caution.
As the figure inside began to stand up, supporting itself with its hands on the edge of the box, BOSS reached out to help support it as it appeared to be having some difficulty with the task. He looked at its rubber covered face and saw that the hood had no eye holes and that this creature was also gagged. It was a tube gag which had two tubes which connected to the gag via a Y connector, one tube led down into the box to what appeared to be a mostly empty bottle, presumably water or some sort of shake or protein drink while the other tube was apparently a catheter tube which definitely disappeared underneath a latex codpiece on its rubber suit. This boxed animal had been drinking its water or food at the same time that it was recycling its piss! And for how long?! Didn’t the call from their office state that this crate was shipped the day before yesterday?
BOSS of course knew by this time who it was that was unfolding itself from a crate that certainly had to have been too small to even sit up straight inside.
“pig? Is that actually my Seattle pig?” He asked with a complex combination of delight and disbelief, confusion and admiration and a hint of concern and anger for having done something so bizarre. Impressive but still bizarre.
the sightless and gagged rubber pig nodded its head answer SIR’S question and then proceed to keep its head down even though it couldn’t see anything. it’s body swayed a little as it was still unsteady on its feet. BOSS quickly examined the pig while resisting the urge to fire off a dozen questions for the pig since it was still gagged, He saw that its hands were padlocked inside a pair of leather fist mitts, which set off another wave of combined thoughts and feelings. the pig was sealed inside a rubber lined crate, screwed in… In truth it wouldn’t have needed the redundant fist mitts but SIR and the pig both strongly believed that there was no such thing as too much bondage as among other things, layers of bondage applied over one another created the distinct hopelessness of escaping its bonds. Even if one layer could be escaped, there was still at least one more hurdle.
Examining the pig further BOSS saw that a collar was also locked in place and hanging from a clip on the D ring in the font was presumably the key to unlock the fist mitts, the collar itself and apparently the gag as well. It was obvious then that the pig definitely had help with this endeavor and the suspense was mounting for BOSS.
Caught by all the surprise of a rubber pig object apparently having itself shipped by freight, BOSS needed a moment to decide on how to proceed. He decided that locking the pig in the
cage, as BOSS did with the pig every previous time it arrived for a visit was perhaps the best course of action. In those instances though, it was a useful means of helping the pig to readjust itself from the chaos of traveling and the guise of having freedom, to that of being an object which only exists to live in bondage and captivity and to service its OWNER as a plaything and service animal.
Locking the pig in the cage might be the best way to help the pig decompress both physically and mentally. SIR carefully helped the pig out of the crate, led it to the upstairs playroom, removed the key from the collar and then instructed it to crawl into the cage.
As BOSS closed the lock on the cage, He had a minor moment of conflict between deciding to immediately begin questioning the pig or to as usual, allow the pig to wait for at least an hour if not two, to reacclimate itself to being in SIR’S control. Even though BOSS’S mind was buzzing with questions, and a sinking suspicion He exerted His self control and sadistic patience and decided to let the pig wait for a while. After all, it had been in this state for two days and was self sustaining at the moment, another hour or more wouldn’t hurt and could only help.
But before anything else and without any warning, BOSS did one of His favorite things to the pig, He heavily soaked a wad of cotton with poppers, stuffed it in the opening of a black rubber respirator mask and held it tightly to the pig’s face, grabbing the back of its head as He did so to prevent it from pulling away. Not that it usually tried to pull away as in fact the pig usually leaned into the mask but this was an intentionally heavy dose which BOSS knew would be difficult to take without His help. the pig reacted as expected when hit with such a strong dose all at once on the first inhale, it gasped and coughed making struggling yet muffled noises around the thick leather tube gag. It only took another couple of breaths for the pig to calm down and as usual, lean in to press its rubber snout even deeper into the mask, moaning in distress and undeniable pleasure as it did so.
BOSS loved these sorts of moments, watching as a popper end pig became disoriented and unable to control its body. Tension melted away, BOSS could easily see when the pig became lost and started to float, it was the same time that when SIR wanted to, HE would begin talking to the pig, getting into a headspace, hypnotizing it to an extent, to wrap the pig around His capable fingers. But this night was different and so when BOSS saw that the pig had begun its floating, He gave the pig yet another massive hit of poppers which caused the pig to moan in its way of expressing a kind of frustration and pleading to be allowed to breathe clear air vs having its limited control over its own body and air being taken away in an overstimulation of heady poppered bliss.
It was now getting to be past dinner time and SIR was hungry, so without a word or any other acknowledgement, He left the pig floating in the cage, panting and moaning. With His rubber slave unfortunately out of town, it meant that dinner was up to Him. the pig would simply have to wait until after BOSS had made and eaten His dinner and then cleaned up afterward. Seeing no reason to rush on the pig’s behalf, BOSS set about to casually making an easy dinner and to enjoy catching up on some recorded television shows while consuming it.
It turned out to be about another three hours which was all the extraordinary self control that BOSS could manage at this point, He had to learn about how the pig had managed the feat of having itself shipped to Him. He also had the notion that this was the pig’s way of offering itself to SIR as a permanent possession and to ask for SIR to take complete ownership of the pig. It
would be a presumptuous move on the pig’s part but not entirely unsurprising either as BOSS and the pig had for years seriously contemplated such an arrangement, one where the pig was truly a piece of property. Treated as an animal and given absolutely no social hierarchy, rights, privileges or status, even within SIR’S household. If fantasy were to become reality, it was understood that BOSS would do everything in His power, including enlisting the help of others, to completely reprogram the pig so that its only desire, its only satisfaction in life was to serve SIR in whatever ways SIR wanted, and for it to remain permanently in confinement, bondage and head to toe rubber. it’s service to SIR would be severely limited in some ways while including many tasks and obligations in others.
Primarily the pig would exist as a pet, to be toyed with and/or ignored per BOSS’S whims. He already has a permanent slave and another very dedicated, service-oriented rubber pig but which did not seek permanent imprisonment, so this pig’s function was to be subjected to any kind of bondage, from light to impossibly extreme simply for SIR to enjoy in that capacity. To be bound ignored or on display while SIR carried on with His life and the rest of His household. the pig would also be SIR’S sexual plaything for HIS interests which He wasn’t able to pursue with His cadre of available slaves, pigs and boys. A thing to play with for which BOSS was beholden to none, He could do whatever He liked with this pig, for however long as He liked without ever needing to worry about releasing it to report to a workplace or anyone else at all. the pig’s sole responsibility would be to BOSS.
the pig would also have various tasks and responsibilities given to it at times as SIR would see fit but always in ways that the pig will have to suffer through due to being in bondage, simply for SIR’S enjoyment. The plan was usually that the tasks were not time-sensitive due to the fact that it was a given that the pig would be hindered and slowed down to all sorts of intentional impeding bondage. After all, it would never again have anywhere else to be, why not “let” it suffer slowly through even the simplest of tasks?
BOSS had finally made His way back to the caged and patiently waiting pig which appeared to have gotten somewhat comfortable, presumably because now the cage was so much larger than the crazy box it had itself confined to and shipped in for two and a half days.
“Sit up pig” SIR said as firmly as if He were commanding a dog to do a trick, the pig jerked a little obviously at the surprise of SIR’S voice after apparently making a typically stealthy entrance. it sat up instantly at SIR’S command and turned itself so that it’s blind, blank rubber face was directed toward SIR’S voice.
If SIR removes the pig’s fist mitts, will it be able to disconnect the catheter from its gag so that it can answer SIR’S questions?
the pig nodded its head and BOSS could see the wave of excitement as it passed through an obviously exhausted rubber pig object.
BOSS unlocked the padlocks and pulled off the fist mitts, hearing the pig’s gentle moan of relief at finally being able to stretch out its cramped hands and fingers after being tightly squeezed for two and a half days. He allowed the pig a moment to work some of the stiffness out of its fingers and then watched as it reached up to the Y adapter that connected both the feeding and catheter tubes to the single tube in the gag. There was a small lever on each side of the input ends of the adapter which the pig apparently switched to a closed position, stopping the flow of
piss from leaving the gag. it then maneuvered itself so that SIR could easily reach the padlock on the back of the gag and release that as well. As BOSS carefully removed the gag from the pig, He was pleased that the only sound the pig made was to inhale deeply through its mouth, it didn’t even moan in relief as so many others did at that point.
Showing the pig a small amount of mercy, BOSS placed a bottle of water with a straw in it into the pig’s rubber hands so that it could have a proper drink of water before continuing. As the pig greedily sucked down the water, holding the bottle with both hands as they still felt very clumsy yet, SIR delightfully noticed how the rubber gloves had sucked down to conform to the pig’s hands so completely, that He could see the outline of the pig’s cuticles on its fingernails. BOSS enjoyed a brief flash of daydreaming, wishing that He could actually encase the pig in a thick and permanent, sprayed on rubber skin.
BOSS was brought out of His little daydream when the pig held the nearly empty bottle forward to SIR to return it with a series of gurgling burps, still obeying the long standing rule that the pig never speaks without being spoken to first.
“OK pig” started BOSS “Tell SIR how the pig managed to deal with being in that crate for almost three days without panicking and such.”
“SIR, the pig relied on a lot of painkillers and anxiety medication being mixed in with its electrolyte drink SIR.”
“Well that’s creative pig. Was that all that it relied on?”
“That and the knowledge that it as being delivered to SIR kept it from panicking uncontrollably. There were still several times where the pig considered shouting for help and facing what it knows would have boom a wildly public embarrassment, but that only helped the pig to hold on so that it wouldn’t disappoint SIR again.”
BOSS made a mental note to again readdress the pig’s issues with feeling that it had failed or disappointed Him, but now wasn’t the time, His curiosity was gnawing away at Him.
“That’s very good pig” SIR replied “That does indeed make SIR very proud of it.”
BOSS knew nearly every response the pig could make, He knew its body language enough to easily read it like a book without ever needing to see a single facial expression, and He saw the pig’s body obviously relax at that bit of information.
“Was there any room to move around in that crate at all pig? Could it even sit up? Wait. How could it breath in there, SIR didn’t see any breathing holes now that I think of it.”
The pig replied “SIR, the breathing holes were hidden behind the strips of wood that reinforced all the corners. There is a gap between those and where the sides of the walls connect to the top and bottom of the box. It was warm in there but it pretty much had enough air to breathe SIR.”
“Very good pig.” BOSS always enjoyed the pig’s ingenuity when it came to finding new ways to make itself suffer for SIR.
“And what about just being sealed inside and shipped? How did it manage that one pig?”
“SIR, the pig had paid the fee to a casual sort of friend to create a fake small business called Unknown Sender so that it didn’t have to use its not-pig name anywhere associated with this idea. The business licenses are actually relatively cheap and so it was no big deal to get one and when it expires next year, it can just run out without any problems and its friend would never have to worry about it. But to get itself shipped, the moving company still required a person at the pick up location to be present and sign for shipping. The shipping company wouldn’t budge on that requirement either SIR.”
“So how did the pig manage it then?”
“SIR, it literally had to beg and then pay the same friend for the actual crating and shipping SIR. He was the one to lock on the gag, collar and fist mitts, and the screw on the lid to the crate. He then also signed as the official sender since he was also the business owner SIR.”
“That’s very creative pig.”
“it thanks SIR. it’s friend though had the one request that he just be sent an email or text to let him know that the pig arrived safely SIR. His information is on a note inside the crate SIR.”
“SIR will take care of that later then pig. I’m glad that it agreed to that much for it’s friend’s sake.” ‘SIR, it didn’t think that SIR would approve of the pig doing otherwise SIR.“ BOSS paused for a moment, preparing for the big question. "So pig, by shipping itself to SIR, was it hoping to offer itself to SIR permanently for ownership?”
Knowing the amount of presumption that the pig was taking, it also knew that SIR was well aware of the situation and so the pig answered simply “Yes SIR” the pig unconsciously held its breath, waiting for any anger or rejection.
“SIR isn’t saying one thing or another yet pig, but what was it’s plan if SIR decides to send the pig home? Maybe even back in the same crate it arrived in? the pig didn’t get rid of all its belongings did it?”
“SIR, the pig does still apologize for such a presumptuous move, but ultimately it also would never want to even try to influence SIR’S decisions. the pig did though, want to give SIR a display of its genuine need to be owned by SIR by doing this. And to ensure that it wouldn’t be causing SIR any kind of distress it did not get rid of anything or its apartment in case SIR does decide to take ownership of this pig. it did however arrange for the same friend to sell or get rid of all of its belongings with the exception of its rubber and bondage gear so that the earnings and the gear could all be sent to SIR. That way SIR the pig would not have to return to Seattle for any reason.”
“What about its other friends in Seattle pig? SIR knows that it has at least a couple of very good friends there.”
“Yes SIR it does. As part of selling off the pig’s belongings, its friend was asked to also deliver a letter to them all explaining, without too many specific details, what it needed to do in order to be happier and to live a life with purpose and meaning. the pig knows that doing this will upset them, especially without giving them the chance to say goodbye at least, but it also knows that they will ultimately understand why the pig had to do this. They know it well enough in that respect SIR.”
the pig had been bowing its head again for the last part of its explanations. it knew that by showing up on SIR’S doorstep asking to be taken in, that it was in effect attempting to take control of a situation, or influence a situation over which it should never have any control. it was conflicted with desire and shame at having acted so directly but it was also hopeful that this gesture would prove to SIR that the pig was utterly serious, as well as admittedly being proud at having endured and pulling off the feat of shipping itself to begin with.
“SIR can see that the pig has put a lot of thought and effort into this, and it also knows that for a very long time now, that SIR has wanted the pig for my own, so I do applaud it for its efforts and for such a declaration”
the pig’s heart had jumped into its throat an its mouth had gone completely dry, it’s tongue now felt like sandpaper.
“SIR has had reasons for not taking the pig earlier so now though, SIR will have to think about this. On one had, SIR could send it home for assuming so much but on the other SIR is also impressed by this.”
The pause was defeating to the pig. Then it felt the tube gag being pressed against its mouth and by reflex alone the pig opened its mouth to accept the gag. SIR then instructed the pig to old out its hands to that He could return the fist mitts and lock those back on. SIR also reopened the valves on the Y adapter so the pig could get back to recycling its piss.
BOSS then again proceeded to give the pig a couple more large and heavy doses of poppers, sending it into a panting rubber coated mess before continuing;
“I don’t know pig, this is a huge decision. I’m going to have to sleep on it tonight and maybe even think about it some more after that. At the latest SIR will let it know by the end of the week.”
BOSS could feel the pig’s frustration, anxiety and desperation even through the popper induced haze and He smiled at the thought it letting it swing for a while longer.
“Good night pig.” was all that BOSS said after that and he left the pig, senseless in the cage while He went on to decide which movie to watch before turning in for the evening. BOSS has yet another busy day at work tomorrow. He’d have to decide the pig’s fate later at a more convenient time. Until then, it was perfectly fine right where it was at.