Jane And Her Box - Sex Stories

Jane And Her Box

... our wildest dreams just came true. What’s not to be enthusiastic about?”

“Can’t argue that.”

I give her another peck on the lips, causing her to giggle in response. But her smile slowly fades as she says,

“Well-...I guess my job’s done for the day. I should, uh-...probably prepare to be getting back in that box, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, it’s like I said, you summon me, I come, you cum, then you send me back until next time.”

“And that’s the rules, huh?”

“That’s the rules.”

“Hm. Alright. So let me ask you one more question.”

I stand up from the bed and locate the box, picking it up and examining it. Still observing it, I say,

“Do you hold any sentimental value to this box whatsoever?”

“Not really,” Jane says, “That thing’s not really anything special. It’s like an antique more than anything. Whenever it breaks, the client just snaps and we get a new one.”

“Huh. You don’t say.”

I then spike the box on the floor, smashing it into bits of tiny pieces. After a few moments, as if I was in an old school adventure game, the pieces fade in and out of reality before finally disappearing.

“Guess I’m not gonna be listening to Jazz anytime soon,” I say.

I turn around to see Jane absolutely stunned. Her face is a mix of confusion and joy.

“Y-yo-...but why?”

“Because I’m not your client. That’s too formal for me. I’m not one for formalities. Plus, your whole system can bite a fat one. As long as you’re with me, you don’t have to ...

... worry about shackles. You don’t have to worry about social norms and what’s acceptable and what isn’t. You’re a living being capable of fun and should be treated as such. And if no one’s gonna realize that, I’m glad to be the first to.”

She tears up before standing up from the bed and walking over to me, embracing me in a hug. I return one of my own, kissing the top of her head.

“You’re the sweetest being I’ve ever known,” she says, tightening the hug, “You’re so amazing.”

“Oh, I’m not so great...Ok, maybe I am.”

We share a laugh as she lightly taps my back. Honestly, what monster would just leave someone in that box? It doesn’t even look that comfortable. I mean, yeah, she can shrink because magic and stuff, but still. Just solitary confinement until your partner gets horny? Sounds like my parents’ marriage. And I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone. So I’m gonna do everything in my power to make sure that this is the greatest pairing she’ll ever have.

I wake up, to the sun gleaming in my eyes from my blinds. Ugh. Stupid ball of gas that helps everything to exist. I feel around the bed for the only thing that can erase the disappointment of such a rude awakening, but nothing’s there. I crack my eyes open to see that half of my bed is completely empty. Hm. Alright, then. Not even a good morning? Rude.

I stealthily make my way downstairs and just as expected, there she is, standing in the pantry with nothing but my shirt covering her entire body, scanning the piles ...