This story contains: F/F - consensual bondage. This story features one of my OCs. It's not necessary to read her previous stories to understand and enjoy this one. Anyway, if you want to get to know her, this is Hera Sinclair: https://www.deviantart.com/alhuso3/gallery/90394612/hera-s-misadventures

Synopsis: Hera has come up with the perfect gift for her girlfriend. She'll wrap herserlf as a present for her. For that, she hires a specialized company, tiemetight.com, to help her. Will her original idea surprise her girlfriend? Or will her plan backfire?

Hera sat on the edge of her living room couch, surfing the Internet.

Christmas was finally coming and she had to think about a proper present for her girlfriend Theresa. After thinking about it for a while, she had come up with the perfect gift: herself.

Given their common interest for bondage, Hera had thought that a great idea would be packaging herself, tied up and gagged, and be delivered right at Theresa’s door.

The idea was crazy, but that was Hera.

After some unfortunate experiences in the recent past regarding bondage, she had decided to hire a professional this time. She had learnt about this website, tiemetight.com, and, after specifying her desires, booked a date with some miss Liza.

Then, she contacted a delivery company, and typed:

‘I want to deliver a package from Bond Street, number 5, to Rope Avenue, number 57, to the name of Theresa. The package will be big, heavy and fragile. You can pick it up from 8PM. The door will be open’.

All set, now she just had to wait.

Miss Liza arrived at 7PM, as scheduled. Her mere presence was intimidating. She was wearing just what Hera had requested: a tight black catsuit and a balaclava that covered her whole face except for a pair of big blue eyes.

Hera had checked herself in the mirror before attending the door. Her brunette hair was perfectly styled, cut at the length of her shoulders, and her green eyes shone brighter than ever. Besides, she had chosen a very explicit Mrs. Claus costume, to add a festive touch.

“Hi there!!” Said miss Liza. “You must be Hera, pleased to meet you!”

Her warm cheerful voice contrasted her attire. She seemed very nice.

“Hi, miss Liza. Yes, I’m Hera, nice to meet you. Please come in!”

Hera led Liza to the living room, her fingers brushed nervously against the velvet hem of her Mrs. Claus skirt.

“Oh, so this is the box” she observed. “I must say this is one of the strangest requests I’ve ever received, but by far the funniest”.

Hera blushed at the compliment.

“Hehe, thanks”.

“So, a balltie is it?” Liza asked as she prepared the material.

“Yes, please”.

“Sure thing, darling”, Liza replied with a cheerful hum, pulling coils of soft hemp rope from her bag. “Hands behind your back.”

Hera complied, her pulse quickening as she crossed her wrists. The rope slid cool and smooth around her skin, the knots tightening with practiced efficiency.

"Alright," Liza murmured, her voice still cheerful but now purposeful. "Snug?" Hera nodded, the hemp biting pleasantly into her flesh. “Too tight?”

“No, it’s perfect”.

Next, Liza threaded a longer rope through the binding at Hera’s wrists, then wrapped it twice around her waist, just above the red velvet belt of her Mrs. Claus costume. The rope cinched tight, pulling Hera’s shoulders back slightly and emphasizing the curve of her hips against the festive fabric.

“Elbows together now,” Liza instructed softly.

She guided Hera’s forearms upward until her elbows met at the small of her back.

She could feel every shift of muscle beneath her skin, her breath shallowing as Liza secured the knots with quick, efficient tugs. The position forced her chest forward, making the low neckline of her costume feel suddenly more revealing.

“Let’s work on those legs”.

“My pleasure”.

Liza knelt before Hera, her gloved fingers tracing the hemline of the velvet skirt where it brushed pale thighs. Starting high on Hera’s thighs, just below where the costume ended, Liza wrapped the coarse hemp tightly, circling each leg together.

The rope pressed deep into yielding flesh, forcing muscle to surrender as Liza moved downward toward Hera’s knees. Each pass constricted further, eliminating any gap between her thighs until they were fused in rigid intimacy, the pressure stealing Hera’s breath as she repeated the process on her calves and ankles.

“Now for the gag… you had some specific requests” Liza giggled, causing Hera’s cheeks reddening. “I’ll quote: ‘I want my girlfriend’s discarded panties stuffed inside my mouth and a ridiculous amount of tape wrapped around to keep them in. Finally, an OTN gag with a special Christmas-themed scarf’. As I said, pretty specific” she winked.

The sheer intimacy of the request stole Hera's breath as Liza pulled out Theresa’s familiar leopard-print underwear from the couch, still faintly smelling of her girlfriend’s scent. She pressed them against Hera’s nose so that the kinky brunette could inhale deeply.

“Any last words?”

“Ahhhhhhhh” Hera teased playfully as she opened her mouth wide.

The silk scraped against her tongue as Liza pushed it deep, triggering her gag reflex before mercifully settling.

Next came the duct tape wrapped horizontally again and again until Hera's jaw ached under the pressure.

“Mphhhh…”

Her muffled whimpers filled the room. Then, Liza draped the candy cane-striped scarf over Hera's lower face, securing it with crisp knots behind her skull, covering her nose and the tape around her mouth.

“Well if it isn’t naughty Mrs. Claus! You look adorable”.

Liza grinned, then slid one arm decisively under Hera's bound knees and the other behind her immobilized shoulders. In a smooth motion, she lifted Hera princess-style, the abrupt shift making the ropes dig sharply into Hera’s thighs and wrists, drawing a surprised yet playful "Mmmph!" from behind the gag. Liza’s strength was effortless, her arms solid against Hera’s helpless form as she helped her inside the box.

“Sweet, now let’s complete the balltie” she purred.

Liza pressed Hera’s bound ankles firmly against her bottom, forcing her knees toward her chest until her entire body coiled into a strict ball. She secured a rope from ankles to thighs, and then another one from knees to waist, cinching it so Hera’s spine curved like a taut bow.

“Perfect gift, indeed. It’s been great to meet you, darling. If you ever want to contact us again, be sure to ask for me” with a wink, she closed the box and Hera heard her sealing from the outside.

It all became quiet, and Hera sighed relieved to see that one of her adventures might finally have a good ending.

—

She had lost the track of time, but she could bet it’d been about an hour since Liza sealed her inside the box until she heard the sound of her door opening.

Soon enough, she felt the box being lifted.

“Oh, crap!! It’s heavy” the delivery boy complained as he moved the box towards the van.

‘Told you so’ Hera thought.

She inhaled deeply through the scarf gag, catching faint motor oil scent mixed with Theresa's intimate musk still clinging inside her mouth. The van's suspension groaned beneath her as it pulled away, each bump translating into jolts that made the ropes bit deeper into her thighs.

Silence stretched inside the box, thick and disorienting.

Hera tried counting intersections by the stops and turns, but the route felt circuitous.

Abrupt silence fell as the engine cut out.

Metal doors clattered open somewhere near her head, distant traffic sounds seeping in.

Boots scuffed concrete, approaching.

The box rocked violently sideways as it was dragged roughly across the van floor.

A harsh grunt echoed outside.

"Christ, lady must collect rocks for a hobby!"

The bottom edge crunched onto pavement, jarring her hips sharply against the unyielding cardboard.

"Easy with that!" a second voice snapped, muffled through the fiberboard. "Label says fragile, idiot."

Rough hands gripped the box corners, heaving it upright abruptly. The sudden movement tilted Hera dizzyingly backward, suspended momentarily before her full weight settled.

Then she was put down again and heard the sound of a ringbell.

Inside her canvas prison, Hera strained to hear Theresa’s footsteps—that familiar, quick patter on hardwood. Instead, heavier boots shuffled near the door frame, followed by a raspy female voice Hera didn’t recognize:

"Special delivery, sign here." The thick cardboard muted everything.

“Oh my God, it’s bigger than I expected”.

It was definitely not Theresa’s voice. It felt warm but in a different way.

She felt herself being dragged inside the house and the door getting closed again.

The box scraped across unfamiliar tile as a pair of hands dragged it deeper into the house, the friction vibrating through Hera’s cocooned body. She didn’t dare to utter a sound.

Hera’s eyes as the flaps peeled open. She blinked against the glare, vision swimming until it resolved into the stern face of an older woman with salt-and-pepper hair twisted into a severe bun, her lips pressed into a surprised line.

“Oh my God!!” She exclaimed. “Are you okay, darling?”

“Mphh…” Hera mumbled.

Then the woman’s eyes went right to the card Hera had written for Theresa.

“To Theresa

Here’s your present for being such a nice girl this year, a naughty Mrs. Claus wrapped up just for you.

Hope you like it,

Mrs. Claus”

“Oh, sweetie, so you planned this whole thing to surprise your girlfriend, I assume?”

“Mphh mph” Hera nodded, embarrassed.

“Well obviously there’s been a mistake, let me check the receiving address”.

She moved to the front of the box and shook her head.

“Here’s the problem, they were supposed to send you to Rope Avenue, number 57, but this is KNOT Avenue, number 57”.

“MPHHHH!!!”

“Okay, let me fix this, I’ll be back in a minute”.

Hera watched helplessly as the woman vanished, leaving her cocooned in rope and tape on the box floor.

Distant clinking drifted from what sounded like a kitchen, accompanied by the woman's voice, likely talking to the delivery company.

Hera strained against her bonds, testing the hemp biting into her thighs and wrists, each movement amplifying the ache in her cramped muscles, but so her arousal. Sweat beaded along her hairline under the scarf gag, the leopard-print silk inside her mouth now tasting bitterly stale.

After several minutes, she heard footsteps approaching again.

"Well, that's sorted," the woman announced cheerfully, kneeling beside the box. "They're giving your money back for the mistake, and they will send a van back to redirect you."

Hera sighed, relieved. The woman’s fingers brushed Hera's cheek above the tape.

"You poor darling, stuffed in here like holiday luggage”.

She gently adjusted Hera's Mrs. Claus hat, which had gone crooked during transport.

"Would you like something to drink while you wait? Water?"

Hera shook her head urgently, eyes wide above the scarf, the gag rendered any sip impossible. The woman chuckled softly.

"Right, silly question. Anyway I better get you ready. They’ll come for you tomorrow morning”.

“MPHHHHHH!!!??”

‘Tomorrow morning?’ Hera thought. ‘So I have to stay here all night?’

She wiggled, trying to make the woman understand she wanted to be let go, but the sweet lady had already grabbed the tape to seal the box back.

“Hope your girlfriend likes your present, sweetie. I certainly would”.

With a sympathetic pat on Hera’s bound shoulder, the woman slid the cardboard flaps shut, plunging Hera into suffocating darkness once more.

She heard the woman’s footsteps fading away, and stopped struggling and eventually managed to relax.

After all, all she had to do was enduring some extra time in tight bondage to surprise the woman she loved.

She had done worse things for more stupid reasons. All of them bondage-related, of course.

She fell asleep picturing the image of Theresa’s surprise face in her mind, and smiled under the massive gag.