All Bagged Up

He barely had time to catch his breath before he again heard the sound of the thick, sticky black tape being ripped from the roll. He felt it being wrapped tightly abound his body, securing the bag tightly around him and further limiting whatever minute wiggle room he had. He could swear he could hear Roxy humming to herself as the tape worked its way up towards his head and tightly over his already securely gagged mouth, again taking care to leave his airway clear.

"Mmmm baby you look so damn hot right now..." Roxy purred as she walked round in front of him, the tape still in her hands. Through the plastic prison, Jack could just about still admire the gorgeous girl standing in front of him as she in turn admired her work. Bands of black tape tightly secured her slave in the thick plastic bags. She knelt down in front of him and stroked the plastic covering his tightly bound body.

"God I feel so horny right now...shame you're not able to help me with that! I bet you'd love to run your hands all over my ass in this skirt," she purred, enjoying the frustrated moans from her captive boyfriend. "I guess you'll just have to make do with looking, hmm?"

Jack moaned loudly again through his gag, much to her amusement. He was in heaven, and wanted to fuck her so bad.

"Then again, maybe even that's more than you deserve..." Jack's mind was pulled back to the moment as he heard the tape ripping once more and saw his girlfriend lift the tape up towards his face. He struggled and tried to shake his head but Roxy only laughed as she tightly wrapped the black tape around her boyfriend's eyes. She couldn't help but giggle as she ripped off the end of the roll and smoothed the tape down. She bent down to softly kiss her pet's gagged mouth and stroked his taped up body, before getting up and looking down at her captive.

"I think that should keep you nice and secure for now," she giggled. She carefully slid her package across the kitchen floor and into a corner, making sure he couldn't topple over and that his breathing was still clear.

"There we go, nicely out my way," she grinned, "Now if you will excuse me, this whole affair has got me quite turned on, so I think I need a little bit of me time. You don't mind do you?" She smiled mischievously as Jack did his best to struggle and call out to her. "I thought not. I'll be back for you a little later babe -- don't go anywhere!"

Jack heard her familiar, mischievous laugh as the click of her heels on the tiled floor receded and he was alone, leaving him totally helpless and extremely aroused.

***

Jack wasn't sure how long he had been bagged up for -- it seemed like an eternity and only a few minutes at the same time as he squirmed fruitlessly against his bonds. He could not believe that he was finally living out this fantasy, and he could not believe that Roxy had made it so perfect. His cock was still rock hard as it pressed against his body -- he could not stop thinking about his gorgeous girlfriend upstairs playing with herself, her hand sliding under that tight leather skirt bringing herself to orgasm at the thought of her boyfriend tightly bound and bagged downstairs.

Suddenly, the sound of Roxy's boots on the tiled floor shook him out of his reverie as he sensed his girlfriend coming back into the room. He suddenly felt a booted foot prod him in the side and moaned into his gag.

"Still with us, I see?" came Roxy's voice, still with a seductive tone. "Sorry I've been gone so long, but you know how it is, things to do...."

He felt his girlfriend's hands stroking him again as she knelt down and brought her face close to his to make sure he could hear her through the bags.

"I had an amazing orgasm thinking about your bagged ass all trussed up down here waiting for me," she whispered, exploring every inch of his bound form through the plastic. "Well, maybe more than one..." she giggled again as she got back up and he could hear her heels walking away. Jack squirmed and moaned in frustration at this fleeting touch.

"But I have a confession to make. I know I promised this would be our time finally away from work, but Dave just called while you were down here and they've had a major issue come up with the new accounts at work and need me to have a look over them. I was going to tell them I couldn't help them, but then I figured seeing as you're a bit...preoccupied in your current state, I could have a look through some things if they sent it to me at home."

"I'm sorry baby, but just think how ready you'll be for even more fun when I'm finished after all that time bagged," Roxy soothed as she stroked her boyfriend's face through the plastic, "and I'll set up the laptop in here so I can still watch you squirm".

Jack moaned in frustration into his gag -- he couldn't believe Roxy was going to work now of all times, but secretly he relished the idea of being tightly secured in the corner while she worked away like he wasn't even there. He heard Roxy pulling up a chair at the kitchen table and if he listened carefully could just make out tapping as her fingers danced across the keyboard.

Safely tucked away in the corner, he realised he was forced to just accept his predicament and settle back into his bindings. He thought that being left to his own devices before was frustrating, but now knowing his sexy girlfriend was just across the room from him - so close yet still out of reach -- made it so much worse. Every now and then he heard the tap of a booted foot or the sound of her leather skirt as she moved on the chair, driving him mad with lust.

Eventually if became so bad that he couldn't help but try and amuse himself. Despite his bindings making it impossible to touch himself, Jack found that if he tried to thrust as much as he could against his bonds he could just about rub his rigid cock against his legs and body. Desperate for release and stimulation in his plastic prison, he soon started to lose himself, thrusting harder and harder to try and eek out some form of satisfaction. But no matter how hard he tried, being bound as tightly as he was meant he just couldn't do anything other than frustrate himself even further.

"What are you doing over there?" Roxy's sharp voice suddenly came from across the room. He heard her booted feet come towards him. Jack stopped squirming, almost positive his face was blushing so deep red that it would be obvious even through the bags.

"Are you trying to cum?" Roxy asked sternly. He could only nod his head meekly -- or at least as much as possible given his bindings. Suddenly he felt the air flow through his gag stop as and gave out a gagged cry.

"You only get to cum when I decide you do. I can't believe after all the trouble I went to getting you all bagged up, you thought you could cum without my permission." She let go of the breathing tube into Jack's gag and smiled at his obvious relief. A mischievous grin appeared as an exciting thought crossed her mind, and Jack heard her walk away briefly before returning -- this time the sound of her heels joined by another strange rolling sound he couldn't make out.

"You know what, I was wrong. I don't think I can leave you here. I've been watching you sitting there squirming and it's far too much of a distraction. We need to find somewhere better to keep you..."

Jack cried out through his gag in confusion as suddenly he felt something being wedged underneath him and lifting him up before something else was wrapped around his body.

"I must admit I wasn't sure what use this sack truck was when you bought it, but I'm very glad you did!" Roxy giggled as she secured her packaged boyfriend to it with another bungee cord. She heard a panicked moan through his gag as she tipped it up and began to wheel her captive out of the kitchen. She watched him thrash pointlessly against his bonds as she wheeled him along, eventually reaching the door leading out to their spacious garage. He could feel the air grow colder as she wheeled him in, realising where he must be.

Eventually, he felt himself straighten up and the bungee cords being removed as Roxy slid his bagged form into a corner of the garage. He felt her lean him up against something relatively soft as she checked he could still breathe easily. He realised she must have leaned him up against some of the black trash bags fin the garage that were full of old clothes and blankets they were planning to throw out.

"There we go, this will be much better!" Roxy exclaimed, despite the squirming of her helpless captive. "Although it is a little chilly in here....ah! I know, wait right here!" Jack couldn't help but scoff slightly at her words as he heard her footsteps receding -- it's not as though he COULD go anywhere else! He wondered if maybe she was going to get their electric heater, but thoughts like that were secondary to his intense arousal at this sudden intensifying of his predicament. She was moving him around just like a piece of furniture that was getting in her way!

It was not long before his girlfriend's booted footsteps returned.

"This should help," Roxy purred mischievously as she bent down close to her pet, "but I suggest you take a deep breath!"

Jack barely had time to register what she meant when he suddenly felt yet another large bag being pulled over his head and body, this one quite tight and snug. Again, he tried to control his breathing as the thick bag was pulled tightly over him. He felt himself being tilted and leaned up against the soft padding around him as Roxy pulled the bag underneath him and sealed it shut with tape. Almost as soon as this was done, he felt another bag being pulled up from underneath him until he could feel it being gathered other his head and similarly taped tightly shut.

"I wish you could see these bags babe," Roxy cooed as she made some more holes for his breathing tube, "I feel like you'd get a real kick out of it. They are thicker blue plastic sacks I managed to get that are meant for more heavy duty waste. They are sooo thick, they should certainly keep you nice and warm."

Jack could only moan helplessly as he realised any hope or release soon was becoming even more unlikely. Despite this, his cock remained rock solid, especially as he heard and felt more of the thick black duct tape being wrapped round his body and over his eyes and mouth. These new bags felt tighter than the previous bags, and between that and the tape he felt more and more restricted with every wind of the sticky tape.

"Oh babe, I wish you could see yourself," Roxy breathed as ripped the last of the tape from the roll and stood in front of her toy "You're starting to look less and less like my boyfriend and more like just any other bag of stuff. You definitely belong out here out of the way."

Roxy smiled at the faint moaning sound coming from the bags as she felt herself getting wet again. "Honestly, I don't know what's come over me today, I Just feel so horny," she said loudly so her bagged up slave could hear her as she walked away. "I don't know how I'm going to concentrate when Dave calls to go through this paperwork..."

She laughed quietly to herself at the gagged cry she could just about make out as she shut the door to the garage and left.

**

Jack moaned softly into his gag, knowing full well at this point that it was fruitless. He'd never been so thoroughly restrained for quite so long -- and to be honest he was still loving it. He was starting to feel a bit stiff and his jaw ached slightly from the tight gag and his filled mouth, but he had never felt so aroused and frustrated. Especially when Roxy had said about have to talk to Dave at work -- they could be on the phone for hours dealing with stuff! He really had been put out of the way, he felt just like Roxy's possession.

As the time went by, he couldn't stop thinking about his sexy girlfriend sitting in the house working, her inconvenient boyfriend neatly tidied away. He imagined her on the phone with Dave, secretly playing with herself at the thought of him all bound and helpless without anyone else knowing. He wished more than anything Roxy had left his hands free to he could have touched his rigid member, but instead all he could do was sit there and moan, frustrated.

He was so wrapped up in his own arousal that he only realised Roxy had finally returned when he felt himself being prodded sharply by a booted foot.

"Still in there, bagboy?" she teased, as she knelt down in front of him and admired her squirming prize.

"You'll be glad to know that I'm all done with work now -- Dave was really pleased, I dug them out of quite a hole. He even invited me out to dinner as a thank you, but I said no -- after all I have a nice present to unwrap!"

Jack moaned and squirmed eagerly as he felt his girlfriend's hands stroking his body and his head. He longed to feel her hand on his cock and struggled aggressively against his bonds, eliciting a sultry laugh from Roxy.

"I have been sooo horny thinking about you out here, like a bagged up piece of garbage. It was such a struggle concentrating on my work and I don't know how I kept it together on the phone to Dave." Jack couldn't help himself and started trying to thrust again, intoxicated by his arousal of the image of his beautiful girlfriend in her tight skirt, teasing him from outside of the bag.

"Are you trying to cum again?" Roxy smirked, "You really are naughty you know. I bet you want to cum so bad. I bet you just can't bear not being able to see or touch me." He nodded his head desperately and she giggled.

Her hand slipped down beneath her skirt as she watched her boyfriend squirm and struggle pathetically, totally at her mercy. She felt so wet and turned on, intoxicated by the power she had over her bagged and bound lover -- she could do anything she wanted to him, even leave him here if she so desired! As this thought crossed her mind, another evil thought began to grow, and if Jack had been able to see the smile it brought to her face, he may have felt a tinge of worry.

"Seeing as you seem to be enjoying yourself, maybe I should have said yes and gone out for dinner after all. It does seem a shame to have to undo all my good work bagging you up." Her package moaned in frustration and panic at this comment, cementing her decision.

"You know what, I'm going to go call Dave back and say I've changed my mind. After all, it's not like I have anything planned with my boyfriend being a bit too tied up with other things..." she giggled as Jack cried out loudly into his gag in protest, a mixture of desperation and desire.

"Be right back babe!" Roxy cooed as her footsteps disappeared. Jack thrashed and struggled anew against his bonds, bewildered by his sudden turn of events. He couldn't work out what he was feeling, his mind a maelstrom of emotions. Why would she go out for dinner, with Dave of all people? What about their time together? He was so desperate to feel her touch, the softness of her lips. But at the same time a dark part of him was revelling in his arousal. After all isn't this what he had wanted all along-- to be bagged up and put away while she did as she pleased?

He could just about make out Roxy's voice in the distance, he presumed on the phone to Dave. He heard her laughing and giggling and it just sent his feelings into an even more confusing spiral. Not long after, Roxy was back in the garage and standing with him before her.

"Comfy honey?" she grinned, "Well I'm off out in a minute, Dave is coming to pick me up -- he was very pleased I changed my mind," she giggled again at her boyfriend's now much more obvious struggling.

"He's picked out an amazing restaurant for us to go to," she stated teasingly, "much more high-end then we normally go to -- he must be very grateful. I was worried I might be a bit underdressed for somewhere like that but I described my outfit to Dave seemed to approve."

Roxy grinned at the reaction that last comment caused in Jack, watching his struggling intensify as he imagined his girlfriend describing what she was wearing to her boss over the phone. He felt his girlfriend's hands stoking his bagged head and let out a pathetic mew, moaning into his gag.

"I bet you really wish you could see me right now. I decided to wear the black leather biker jacket you bought me for my birthday as well," she teased, stroking the leather of the jacket, her own arousal reaching fever pitch, "do you think he'll like it?"

Jack cried out as loudly as possible into his gag, but between the leather, tape and plastic imprisoning him he could barely make a sound. Roxy let out an infectious laugh.

"Anyway, I thought we better do something about your appearance, just in case Dave happens to come in here -- wouldn't want him seeing you all trussed and bagged like this. Wouldn't want to scare him off would we?" she giggled again, barely able to contain her enjoyment.

Jack grunted into his gag, suspecting strongly that this concern was just an excuse for his girlfriend to inflict further torments on him. Sure enough, within a few moments he felt yet another bag being pulled underneath him.

"Luckily we have some of those really big black rubbish sacks left in the cupboard -- soon you'll look just like all these other bags of trash!" Roxy purred, as she worked the bag up her lover's already tightly packed body, before pulling this up over his head and securing it shut with tape. Just like before, another bag was then pulled down over his head, worked down under his arse and securely taped closed. More holes were made for his breathing tube, and shortly after he heard the distinct ripping sound as Roxy began tightly wrapping bands of the sticky tape tightly around his mouth and the rest of his body. It seemed as though Roxy was going the extra mile this time, making sure that every wrap of tape was a tight as possible.

Jack's brain was running in overdrive, imagining what is must look like; his sexy girlfriend in her tight leather jacket and skirt, tightly taping up her struggling, bagged plaything. He could only imagine how pathetic and helpless he looked.

"Mmmm babe, seeing you like this turns me on so damn much -- maybe I should keep you like this out here more often while I go out and enjoy myself," Roxy mused seductively, "But I think I need to make you look a little bit less like my boyfriend and more like one of these other trash bags."

He felt her tip him up once more, any of his struggles now completely fruitless. He felt a final bag being pulled up underneath him and pulled up over his head. However, instead of being sealed in, he could fell Roxy stuffing something into the bag with him.

"These blankets from the other bags should make you look much more like any other bag -- and at least I won't have to worry about you getting cold!" Roxy smiled. Once she was satisfied he toy was safely packaged, she took one last look as Jack's securely bagged and taped head before gathering up the opening of the bag and securing it shut with one last winding of tape, making sure that his breathing tube was secure in the opening of the bag.

"There we go, much better!" Roxy giggled, barely able to perceive the struggling and faint moaning coming from inside the bag. She knelt down in front of the squirming bag, the sound of her leather jacket flexing as she moved just reaching Jack's ears in his prison, torturing him even more with what he couldn't see but so desperately wanted to.

"I feel like I did a pretty good job, if I do say so myself - I'm going to have to be careful I don't accidentally throw you away with the rest of this garbage!"

Roxy couldn't resist stroking the bags that now contained her helpless boyfriend. She found herself idly toying with the breathing tube just visible from the top of the bag.

"It's strange to think this is your only contact with the outside world now," Roxy mused, "you must feel so helpless..."