The Box
This is my first story on here, let me know what you think!
- * * *ding-dong* The leopard's eyes snapped open, then slowly closed again. *dong-dong* "There it is again", he sighed and glanced over at the clock. "Only 10:30am?" he thought, "Who would be here at this hour on a Sunday?" Knowing he wasn't expecting anyone and the usual suspects certainly wouldn't be awake yet either due to activities of the previous night. "Oh well, better find out" he thought as he quickly grabbed a shirt and some jeans from the floor. *ding-dong* "Hold on!" he said, not quite shouting as it was still too early for loud noises. He got dressed in a hurry as he half walked half hopped out to unlock the door. As both getting to the door and getting dressed were completed, he opened the door only to find nobody there. Curiously he stepped outside and heard an engine start up in the drive way. He followed the noise just in time to see a mail truck just getting ready to leave. "Hello!" he waved to the driver who had already seen him and turned off the engine. "I didn't know you guys delivered on Sundays" he said to the driver, who was obviously less than enthusiastic about having been neglected at the door". "Yeah, we still deliver express mail on Sundays, did you see the signature page on the door?" the old raccoon said quite emotionlessly. "No, let me get that" said the leopard as he turned and walked back to the house, not having thought to look at the outside of his door as he chased down the mail truck. "Just sign there" the raccoon said, who had arrived at the door holding a medium sized brown box and a pen. The leopard quickly glanced at the form and got to signing it. "Something you were expecting?" the raccoon said. Somewhat surprised the raccoon wanted to make conversation at this point, and a little embarrassed at his still half asleep state and the contents of the box the raccoon was holding, unknown to him of course, the leopard blushed under his fur and said "Umm, yeah, just not so early". He handed the signed form over to the raccoon who in turn handed him the box. He stepped back inside and locked the door, inspecting the package he shivered a little thinking about its contents and, a little tentatively, walked back into his bedroom to open it. Retrieving the pocket knife from the pocket of the jeans he had put on to rush outside, he sat down, placing the box on the edge of the bed and cut through the tape around the top of the box, opened it up and removed some of the packing material to see that everything he had ordered was inside. He took a deep breath looking through the objects, some of them individually packaged within the box, obvious that the shipping company had done a good job fitting everything into the relatively small space and making sure nothing would get damaged. "Ok, one at a time" he thought to himself as he reached in and pulled out the first item. It was an enema device, something he was kind of embarrassed to now own, but then again, probably least of all the items this box contained. He removed it from its packaging, placing the packaging material on the bed next to him and inspecting the device. "This is ok" he thought to himself, "I don't want to try it right now... I'll just get everything out of the box first". He placed the device in the top drawer of his nightstand among his other objects of... questionable purpose. The next item to come out of the box was a plastic bottle, containing some slippery liquid. "Ok, this should be good" he thought. He had read about this stuff online and it was supposed to work better than the usual brand you'd find at the local pharmacy. Plus you never got any strange looks checking out of the store when you ordered online. "That raccoon had no idea" he smiled to himself as he placed the bottle in the drawer and continued to the next item. He didn't recognize this one at first; the container was a cylinder and didn't have very clear labeling. Upon opening it he immediately recognized which item he was holding, and emptied its contents out onto the bed. He had read about this stuff here and there and it always turned him on, but he'd never thought to try it out until he saw this little kit at the online store he had been browsing through. He figured if he was going to place an order to a store like that, he'd better try as much as possible since he wasn't sure he'd go back and do it again. The kit contained four straps, which could obviously be tied to any solid object, with soft cuffs at the far end which could be attached to wrists and ankles, restricting movement to a great degree. He picked up the other item the cylinder had contained, a blindfold. He never thought of what he could use one for, but he guessed it might be fun and tried it on. It was also soft and the elastic band ensured that it fit close and wouldn't come off easily. "Especially if your hands are all tied up" he thought as he took it back off. He was a little nervous as he attached the restraints securely to all four corners of his king sized bed. He gave each a good tug as he attached them, ensuring they wouldn't come loose easily, "I'd better make sure the bed isn't too big for these" he thought, as the restraints sat pretty far out at the corners of the bed when fully tied off. He dumped the sheet and blankets onto the floor to give himself more room and attached a cuff around his right ankle, finding he had to really stretch his left leg out to meet the opposite cuff, though he guessed this was kind of the idea... He lay back with his head on a pillow, trying to close his legs or wriggle out of the cuffs with no success. "Well I guess they work" he thought, a little frightened at the thought. He unfastened the cuffs and left them sitting up on the bed. He knew he could always slide them underneath and nobody would notice them, "People don't normally go crawling around under one's bed, unless they're already aware of things like these" he reassured himself, placing the blindfold in the drawer and moving on to the next item. He fully expected himself to be more afraid of the last item than he was, but guessed that he felt safe since it could be well hidden and only shown to someone he really trusted. The next one he pulled out could easily be much more obvious if he chose to wear it in public. It was a collar. He'd always had a fascination with them ever since he had met a friend a long time ago who used to wear one. He'd always kind of wanted to try, but was so afraid of what people might think. What if he saw someone he knew, from the office or something? His studded leather collar with 4 D-rings and their obvious implications would make them think... "Well I guess maybe it is true what they'd think", he thought to himself, "But then they'd know! Would they still speak to me? Could I somehow lose my job if the wrong people thought I was..." He opened the package and slipped the collar out, closing the box back up and placing it next to the others. He just stared at it for a minute, feeling over the leather and metal. He was definitely more than a little afraid, but couldn't help but try it on. "Too much curiosity again", he thought to himself almost joking, he knew it was in his nature but still found it overly troublesome at times. He carefully put the collar on and walked to his mirror to see how it looked. He'd never really been much for decoration before, not even being used to wearing a necklace, so he was quite surprised at the dramatic change. "A bit too tight", he thought as he loosened the strap in back, "That's better". "Wow" he thought, "This could really be a good thing" as he turned side to side, admiring how the collar changed his look, glancing downward to see that his athletic build complemented it nicely. The leopard wasn't built like a tiger or lion; he had strength where he needed it, but no girth, not enough muscle mass he thought. He was still fairly young in his mid 20s, tall, sleek, and quick which made him efficient at things like martial arts, but much less impressive than he should like when lifting weights at the gym. He sighed at the thought, but he was comfortable with who he was, "Ordering the contents of that box is a good sign of becoming more comfortable", he reassured himself. "I wonder if this will look good without clothes as well..." he thought, as he took a full view at his form still clothed from receiving the box in the mail earlier "better save that for later, I need to get through the whole box first" he decided, as he sat back down on the bed to explore the next item, still wearing the collar. The next item was a pair of furry handcuffs. "Why did I have to get the furry ones?" he sighed as he opened the package scattering bits of fur all over. "Still, these could be fun", he figured, now that he had already traumatized himself sufficiently with to his mind, far more adventurous things. He got out his knife to cut the keys free, only to find that they were attached to the cuffs with a slip knot which came free easily without it. He glanced over the instructions noticing the stop setting on the cuffs which would enable them to become fully locked. "Not very secure..." he thought, "though for their purpose he figured they should be fine". He placed the cuffs and keys away in the drawer, thinking about when they might come out again and the interesting ways they could be used. He cleaned up the furry mess, glancing again into the box and getting himself ready for the next item. He shocked himself a little again pulling it out and placing the package on the bed. "Geez, it's not like I've forgotten what I ordered, I shouldn't be so surprised", he thought to himself, a little more surprised that he would feel this way about now sitting in his bedroom opening the items he had selected from that online store just a few nights earlier. "The chinese must be having themselves quite a nice time over there", he joked to himself noting the "made in china" label for the second time that day. This box contained three pieces made from a pink, rubbery substance, somewhat squishy to the touch but molded to hold their form very well. Each piece was identical in shape but increasing in size, supposedly as a sort of training aid. Each piece started smallest at the tip, tapering to a sort of cylinder shape except with a ball bulging out in the middle so that the piece went from small to large back to small again before reaching it's wide base. The leopard looked the smallest one over, considering if he could skip it and move on to the second to start with or not. "Oh well, probably best to start at the beginning just to see", he figured, unwrapping the other two pieces. "No directions", he noted as he closed the package and placed it with the other empties. He had laughed a little earlier as even some of the quite obvious items gave clear directions as to their use, but not this time. "I guess they figure you know what you're doing if you buy something like this", he thought feeling the size of the largest piece, which to him seemed quite large. "Something to aspire to I guess?" He thought somewhat timidly as he considered what he would be doing with these later on. "Just keep going", he thought to himself as he set to the task of finishing off the raccoon's box before exploring any of the items further. He took a minute to carefully place the pieces in the drawer, and organize the other items somewhat, as the drawer it's self was now much more full than it had been when the doorbell woke him earlier. The leopard was strangely proud of this as he reached for the next item. "Well", he thought, "I'm making progress at least, last one for this pack of bubble wrap", as he pulled out an item, glancing back into the box to see one more packet of goodies to go. This was a smaller item, a little star shaped case containing 5 beads. Not knowing quite what to make of it he opened the case and pulled the string of beads out by the ring on the end. Knots at regular intervals insured the beads remained spaced out and yet could slide along the string a short distance. He wasn't familiar with this sort of item at all, but there was some promotion which had decided to send it free along with the rest of his order since he had enthusiastically ordered so many items. He decided these might be fun even though he had not intended to order them. "We'll see", he thought as he placed the beads back into their star shaped case, and placed the case in the back corner of the drawer. Next was an item he had also not expected, and also something he had no idea what to make of. For some reason as part of the online store's promotion they had decided to send him a g-string. "Well, it was a toy shop", he figured, "and most of their stuff was primarily for women... but what do I do with this?" He opened the package, feeling the elastic band and soft material. He was no stranger to women's underwear of course, but mostly in the context of assisting women in removing them. "They might make a good prank" he laughed to himself, as he considered the effect of an unfamiliar item such as this lying on his floor for a girlfriend to find. "On second thought", he stopped, considering the consequences "that could lead to bad things, maybe best on somebody else's floor", he smiled. He was left at a loss what to do however. Picking up the g-string again he thought, "Well, I don't have a girlfriend right now, or a boyfriend for that matter, so I can just hang on to these for now, no harm in that". He considered the 'harm' in a male owning female underwear at all, but so long as nobody found out. "Hey so long as nobody ever finds out..." he exclaimed to himself, having a dirty thought, as was quite common when properly motivated. He smiled again. Still feeling the collar around his neck, only becoming slightly more comfortable, he slipped out of his blue jeans and boxers and replaced them with the g-string. "Oh this is not going to work" he thought to himself as he felt himself getting aroused just at the idea. He was right stepping over to the mirror, "Maybe later, I've got the time" he decided, happy that he had kept today free of plans. He decided to slip his jeans back on without removing the g-string so that he might forget about it and be able to become more comfortable for viewing later. "If they only knew" he laughed, pulling his jeans back on. He noticed the straps rising up above the top of his jeans on the sides and made a mental note to tuck his shirt in if he were to ever wear something like this in public, the thought of which turned him on even more, unfortunately for his current situation. "Oh well, this will have to work it's self out" he decided, reaching back into the box. He pulled out another small bottle next, which he immediately placed next to the others in the drawer, moving on to the next item that caught his eye. Here was another collar. No studs or rings on this one, it was plain leather with a snap closure. He considered why he had ordered a second collar. He had seen some interest in domination fantasies by females he had known in the past, and read about the same for males. He had already thought about how he would feel in just his collar, less obvious to the casual observer in its purpose beyond mere appearance. This other collar he knew however, would leave nothing to anyone's imagination. In clear silver letters stapled through the leather in the center of the collar was the word "SLUT". How would someone feel wearing this, especially in public? Would he demand that someone wear it for him, might someone else ask him to wear it? The idea of total humiliation for a male wearing such a thing was almost unthinkable, and yet a huge turn on at the same time. He picked up the second collar and walked over to the mirror. He slipped off his studded collar, sighing as he took a quick glance at his image in the mirror without it. He was enjoying that collar entirely too much he thought to himself, as he set it down and wrapped the SLUT collar around his neck. He fastened its snap and flexed his neck muscles to make sure it wouldn't pop loose. Re-attaching the collar to loosen it by one snap, he lowered his hands and glanced in the mirror again. The lettering was of course backwards, something he hadn't considered given that he was so preoccupied with the idea of this collar in the first place, so he walked over to his laptop sitting on the floor next to the bed, picked it up, and turned on his webcam. Turning on some lights to get the image nice and bright he looked over his image on the screen. He adopted a sad, scared, submissive look and frightened himself a little again. "Could I really do that" he thought, "Well, good thing I'm not recording anyway". He considered how he would look with nothing but the g-string and the SLUT collar on and felt himself getting aroused again. "Maybe on webcam..." he thought to himself, since he was much more comfortable showing off in private, "Later" he sighed, as he went back to the mirror to retrieve his other collar, which he put back on, smiling a little, placing the SLUT collar back in the drawer and reaching for the next item. A box of condoms quickly went into the drawer, there were some in there already, but he was running a little low and figured there's always room for more, and dodging those looks at the pharmacy wasn't bad either. Next he pulled out a small silver object. Unscrewing the top he found a piece of packing material which he removed, only to feel the device jump when he screwed the cap back on. He quickly hit the off button and finished re-assembling the small device. He hit the button again and it almost got away from him. "A little loud", he thought as the device gave off a significant hum from its vibrations. He clenched it tight in his paw and noticed the sound reduce significantly. "I guess its intended use helps keep it quiet", he laughed. He noted its smooth textured surface as he tossed it playfully from paw to paw. "This thing seems like fun!" he thought, switching it back off and placing it in the drawer. "Ok, one more...", he sighed and took a deep breath. He'd saved this one for last because in a way he was the most worried about it. It was clearly the largest package and the most threatening. "I hope I knew what I was doing!" he thought as he removed the last package from the box. This was in a way, what had gotten him to go "shopping" for all these items in the first place. He pulled the package out of the box and studied it carefully before cracking it open. "I wonder if this comes from china too" he thought, trying to change the subject in his mind. Not seeing china anywhere on the packaging he guessed not, and opened it up to reveal the large blue toy. "Yuck" he said, as he thought "it doesn't smell so good..." He put the toy up to his nose and quickly dropped it. "Probably needs to be washed" he figured, not wanting to put something that smelled like that anywhere it was intended for. A registration card fell out of the packaging, he laughed to himself "Now who would go and register something like this?" He guessed some people would, people who lived in more understanding communities, with more understanding friends, who weren't so afraid of the consequences. He shook the idea out of his head and put the packaging back together and onto the now completed pile. He carried his new toy into the bathroom and washed it thinking "well, I guess even cleaning can be dirty", as he soaped it up and rinsed it off. After a good deal of scrubbing (probably more than necessary), he dried the toy off and carried it back to the bed, smelling it again as he walked. "Yuck, still not good" he thought, tasting the tip with his tongue. "Still, can't taste that smell", he laughed a little as he sucked the tip into his mouth and started running his tongue over it. "Mmm", he exclaimed, his imagination getting away with him. He set the toy back down, tasting the inside of his mouth for any taste of that nasty smell. Finding nothing, he went to grab a soda just in case, and now fully opened the drawer to inspect its contents. Satisfied that he had done a good morning's work, (if you can call it that) he gathered up all the packaging materials and placed them back inside the raccoon's brown box, keeping the package for his studded collar and the bondage kit. "I might want to order more from these guys", he thought, regarding the box the collar came in, "and maybe I'll need to take this kit with me some place", as he noted the cylinder the kit came in was designed for such a purpose. Placing as much packing material over the top of the labeled packages as possible, he closed up the box, placing it off to the side of the night stand where he could dispose of it the following week when the trash was collected. "I'd better find some tape to hold this shut all the same" he thought, although he had removed the packing slip with his address information. "If they only knew" he smiled again, "Now, to find someone to play with", he smiled again as he wandered into the kitchen carrying his soda to make up a somewhat late lunch. "I'll have to sit back down at that laptop once I've eaten something he thought, still wearing his collar and g-string under his jeans, "I wonder who will want to play...".