The Magic Box

By Gromet

Going through some old items leftover in the house of my grandma, I came across a wooden crate, something I recall my grandmother telling me not to play with when I was just a young girl, telling me that it was her grandmother's and hers before her, something that was passed down in the family on the female side. Apparently, it could fulfill the owner's wishes, that the person could transform into whatever they desired to become. It was a family secret and could only be used by the matriarchal members of the family.

Funny how things stick in your memory, I had forgotten about this crate, but seeing brought back all of the memories of my grandmother warning me about the old wooden box. One of the things I did recall and thought very amusing when I was a young girl was that if a male member of the family or a non-family member were to use the crate, that wish would become permanent; at the time, my younger brother was being annoying to me and I had thoughts of making him get inside the box and changing into something more practical like a new dress or a doll for me to play with.

But I never managed to get him changed, he was still annoying, but he came in useful sometimes, like when I had to move stuff. He and my boyfriend were here to bring the stuff I wanted from the house back to my apartment; the heavy stuff was their job, while mine was to supervise and move the lighter stuff. While the idea of changing him into a doll had at some point seemed the right thing to do, my thoughts had changed to the desire for me to be that doll, and finding the crate again brought the prospect of that happening.

While my relationship with my current boyfriend is going well, the sex is good, and we seem to get along with each other, to the point where we have moved into an apartment together and share our lives now. In the past, my former lovers were less understanding of my needs, especially when it came to sex, I have this fantasy that I am their sex doll, and I would lay there and let them use me, sure they were happy to bang me without the required formalities and ending with me cumming, but after a while, they would move on to other women, those more typical in the bedroom department I suppose.

Bored with just using me, as I would lay there and drift off into my fantasy of being their doll, I guess they would move on, preferring to have a more animated lover. But that changed when I met up with Rob, he seemed unfazed by my fantasies, and when he actually spoke to me about it the first time, I thought that he would move on as well, but he seemed to accept them and even encouraged me to explore my fantasy with him. He would even call me his doll when we were in the bedroom during sex, making me feel even more doll-like than ever before.

But there was one stipulation on his part, once a week, I was to make love to him, just to feel it from the other side he told me and connect with each other in our personal moments. Happy that I could continue with my own fantasies, I was more than willing to indulge him, and we even made it even more special when I started tying him to the bed and using him as my own sex toy for the night, and sometimes even in the morning after, if he was still tied to the bed, which I sometimes left him bound, but found myself too tired (or unwilling) to untie him.

Our love life and life in general improved after that, I was still allowed to indulge in my doll-like fantasy, and he got to enjoy having his own little sextoy available whenever he felt the urge to use me. But there was always the one thought that lingered in my mind, after all, I wasn't really a doll, was I? Even though I thought of myself as one, it was just missing the one element in our play that I remained as a flesh and blood woman and would have to return to the real world and all of its problems.

It was when I saw the wooden crate stored away at the back of our grandmother's attic that my thoughts began to wonder if the stories that she had told me about the crate were true, or was it just some fancy tales that she had made up to entertain a young girl. Even so, the crate would come in useful with its ornate delicate ironwork on the outside, and the deeply polished red wood would look great in our bedroom. And I did think that maybe I could persuade Rob to put his sex doll away inside when he had finished with her/me.

The crate was about 5 feet in length, and wide enough to fit someone inside; I would easily fit in there, I thought, and even wondered at that moment if I should see if I could get inside and get them to carry me outside to the waiting rental van. My thoughts were interrupted when my annoying brother, you remember him, started to whine about having to get home for some game on TV later that day and that he wanted to get going. Most of the stuff that I wanted was already loaded, and I could come back to get anything else, the auctioneers were selling the place in a few days' time, so I had a chance to come back.

So, to appease my brother, we wrapped up the last few things and loaded them on the van for the trip back to town; once there, we moved everything from the van into our apartment, and now happy that he could be on his way my brother left to return the van and head to his home. Meanwhile, I began the task of unpacking and sorting out my grandmothers' ornaments and things to places around the apartment; it made it feel more like home with them being there.

When I came into the hallway each time, I looked at the wooden crate, and the thought came back to me each time that I could fit inside and that I could be the doll I so wanted to be. But each time, I dismissed the idea as some silly idea in the mind of a fevered brain and got on with other things. But the vision of me as a doll persisted each time I passed by the wooden crate, and it got to the point where I had to get Rob to help me move it from the hallway into our bedroom, there at least I wouldn't see it as much when moving around the apartment.

Rob also wanted to watch the game on TV, so reluctantly, I left him watching the game while I went for a shower; after all the moving, I felt dusty and sweaty. Once I had washed away all of the grime I wandered back into our bedroom, there again, I had thoughts of me being inside as a doll waiting to be used by her owner. I had to get those thoughts out of my head and thought that I would lay down inside and see if I did indeed feel like a doll, or was it just my imagination working overtime when I viewed the crate.

Feeling very naughty and my own sexual desires seemed to be building, I decided that I would dress myself in some sexy underwear and stockings, make myself all sexy and appealing for my 'owner' and let Rob find me and use me as his doll. After getting dressed and applying some makeup to my face, I was happy with the result. I felt very sexy and wanted nothing more than to be used. But first, I slipped on a silk robe and walked out to where Rob was deep into his game on TV, and I let the front of my robe open slightly to let him know what I was wearing, and whispered in his ear that his dolly would be waiting for her owner to come and use her in the bedroom.

I thought that he would stop watching the game right there and then; I didn't want that, I wanted to be waiting for him just like a good dolly should be, and then he could take advantage of me for his pleasure. I was pleased that he told me that the game would be on for another hour or so, but that he would come and seek out his dolly and make sure to use her in the manner she deserved. My tummy had backflips as he spoke about me like this; I felt even more aroused and even thought of taking him there and then, but my resolve won out, and I returned to the bedroom.

The crate was laying there, calling for me, it seemed. I took off my robe and dropped it on the floor, where Rob would find it later. Walking towards the crate, my heels sinking into the deep carpet that we had in the bedroom, the feel of the frilly underwear against my skin sending delightful tingles throughout my body, I felt incredibly turned on at that moment. Now closer to my goal, I bent down and touched the wooden surface; it felt warm to the touch, which though it should have surprised me, at the time I didn't think to wonder why. My mind focused on the object in front of me; nothing else seemed to matter in my world at the moment.

Lifting the lid, I smelt the waft of old perfume drift up and enter my nostrils; its smell reminds me of times past and felt comforting at the same time. The inside was the same timber as the outside, the lacquer finish still as pristine as the day it was made with no signs of wear and usage, and other than a storage box, I guessed that was what it had mainly been used for all of its life. Now though, it would be finding a new use, one that would help me fulfill my fantasies and contain the dolly that I so wished to become.

Without giving it a second thought, I started to climb inside, but taking care not to damage the interior, I sat inside the crate first and then moved my feet, still clad in my heels inside with me. The feel of the timber against my bare fleshy rear was surprising not cold as expected, and just like when I ran my hands on the outside, I found the timber to be warm to the touch. But I wanted far more to find out if I fitted inside more than wonder about my feelings for the timber that made up the crate.

Laying myself down inside proved that I would fit easily; my under 5 feet body finally found some benefits; being this small usually had its downsides, but right now, I felt that my body was perfect. As I laid back down, I looked at the sides of the wooden crate; the inside was just as smooth and well made as the outside; whoever made this was a craftsman or woman. Each joint was well made, the timber sanded and smoothed, lacquered, and finished without missing any attention to detail. Looking up, I could see the lid of the crate to one side, the fine chains holding the lid at a slight angle to keep it open until it needed to contain whatever was inside.

Feeling very at home inside the crate, my thoughts drifted off from admiring the crate back to being a doll, a sex doll waiting for her owner to come and use her. I was dressed very provocatively in my sexy underwear, sheer stockings leading down the glossy high heels on my feet. I felt every inch the sex object that I so wanted to be and laid there thinking dolly thoughts, content to wait and provide myself later to my owner, who would use me for his pleasure.

I must have drifted off, content with my own desires, my arousal currently at my dolly-like state kept my fantasy mind active usually, but whether it was the work beforehand or just the warmth and comfort of being inside the crate, I fell asleep with my mind focused on being the best sex doll I could be. I'm not sure what happened next, other than my boyfriend coming in to check up on me and seeing me asleep, and dressed like a sex doll should be; he thought that he would continue with my fantasy and close the lid of the crate, that way I would wake up and find myself enclosed inside waiting for his return, he even managed to close the clasp on the outside locking me in.

When he returned to the bedroom, his thoughts were on opening the crate to find his sex doll and then carrying her to the bed, where he would use me and then maybe after a second-round that he would place me back inside, something that he thought I may have liked. But when he opened the lid, he found what he thought was me, I was still dressed the same, but I didn't move; he thought that this was all part of the game and reached in to retrieve his doll. But when he lifted me out of the box he found that I wasn't the same, somehow the former human doll had changed into a real sex doll, unable to move and not able to speak.

At first, he thought that I was playing a game with him, that maybe I had switched places with the doll to trick him and that maybe I was hiding somewhere to spring out on him. His hands continued to check out the doll that he had now placed on the bed; sure enough, this one was made of the same stuff as the sex dolls he had seen online, well he had to research to assist with my fantasies, and that was okay by me. His hands touching the flesh of the doll before him confirmed in his mind that this was indeed some replica version of his girlfriend, and he wondered how I had managed to pull it all together to make the switch.

Considering that he had effectively locked me inside the crate, I don't see how that was possible, he even looked about the room to see where I was hiding, only to come up empty-handed. Figuring that the sex doll on the bed was there for him to use, and that maybe I was watching and wanting to see what he would do, he decided to play along with the game and moved back over to the bed. He began to remove his clothing and laid down next to the doll, and his hands again began to explore the sex doll laying there.

Meanwhile, at some point, I found myself asleep inside the crate; the lid was closed and it seemed to be locked from the outside; there was no way that I could get free. This made me feel even more doll-like, and in my mind, I drifted off into fantasies of being a sex doll, waiting inside her crate for her owner, my hands drifting between my legs to seek some much-needed relief from all my sexual tensions. But whether it was from the warmth or perfumed air, I seemed to drift off again, this time content that I was a doll placed inside by my owner waiting to be taken out and used again.

When the lid of the crate opened, the cooler outside air seemed to wake me up from my dreams; though I found that I could not move, I could still see and feel, but something didn't feel quite right. Looking up, I could see Rob looking down at me, his face had a strange expression and he looked surprised at what he found inside. I tried to speak though I didn't really want to, but then found out that I couldn't and wondered why, but then I thought that dollies don't speak, so why would I.

Rob seemed even more concerned when he reached in and picked up my body; he found that I had somehow changed; my body was no longer flesh and blood but more silicone, just like those other sex dolls that we had looked at. At the time, it didn't occur to me what he thought had happened, I lay there and watched out the corner of my eyes as he looked around the room, and then it dawned on me that he thought that I had switched places somehow, and that he was looking for the real me.

If I could have spoken, I would have told him that the doll laying there on the bed was the real me; I had become the doll of my dreams and that I was waiting for him to use me. I didn't seem concerned in my transformation, and I was just loving the fact that I had finally become the thing that I had so desired over the years, that I was now just a sex doll laying here in my owner's bedroom waiting for him to put me to good use. Which eventually, he did.

It felt wonderful to be used by him; I could feel every inch of him as he entered into my waiting sex, the sides of my new artificial vagina gripping onto his fleshy member as it entered into me, and even though I couldn't move the weight of his body as he lay on top of me didn't feel uncomfortable, it felt right, and I took great delight in the feelings I was getting with him using me and treating me as his sex doll. He didn't take long to finish, and I felt him as he climaxed inside of me, his member shuddering as he thrust himself as deep as he could when he came in me. I was one happy dolly.

Now that he had used the doll laying there, he wondered when I would come out from where I was hiding. He began looking around the room, but not finding anything different; he turned his attention back to the doll; maybe I would be inside a suit or something, he must have wondered. I felt his running his hands over my body again, the feeling as he did so sending wonderful little electric sparks through my being. His hands exploring my silicon doll's body, at the time looking for any seams to the suit I must be wearing, he had thought.

And then he rolled me over, looking at my back for any sign of a zipper or suchlike. But not finding any, his hands began to explore my body again; this time, his hands drifted down to the rounded cheeks of my bottom, which to me always feel good when touched and caressed, and I laid there as his hands felt delightful against my new firmer skin. Now he was feeling turned on again and had a wicked thought, well, I was just a sex doll after all, and how could I object to whatever he wanted to do to me.

I'm not a great fan of anal, but have on occasion allowed it to happen, especially when I was younger and didn't want to get pregnant, but now as his sex doll, I had no choice in the matter, I knew what he was after the moment that he pulled my underwear down, his finger began probing my rear opening and finding it dry, sought out some lube to ease his passage into my hidden depths. He prepared the way for what he wanted to do next, knowing that I would probably stop him if I was dressed inside a suit, he pressed on to see my reactions.

I lay there face down after he had rolled me over, not able to move my head, but finding that I didn't need to breathe anyway, there was nothing that I could do to stop what he was doing to me, And deep down I wanted to please him as his doll, and if my owner wanted to use all of the pleasures of his doll, I would just be happy that he was using me, my mind drifting more into my doll-like state, one where I am content to be used and played with, just like I have always wanted.

Soon I felt him pressing his now solid member against my rear, the lube applied there allowing him easy access, and it wasn't long before I again felt him deep inside of me. It seemed right to be laying here as he used me, and the feeling that I was getting as he plundered my depths was of overwhelming joy and contentment, yes I did feel some arousal, and being taken by him stoked my fires, but deep inside of me it was more the fact that I was pleasing him, my owner, more than gaining any pleasure for myself. And again, he didn't take too long to finish, much to this doll's dismay, I was just happy to be connected to my owner in one way and being used by him.

But after finishing up, he lay there on top of me, his hands still on either side of my head with my legs spread out on the bed and his in-between mine. That's how he drifted off to sleep, and I am now content that I had been used also drifted off in some sleep-like state. An hour or so later, not aware of the time being just a doll, I felt my owner moving on the bed, climbing back on top of me and again putting one of my features, as I now thought of them, to good use. He had awoken and found the sex doll still laying there as he had left it and felt the need to use it again, which he did.

Satisfied with using the doll for his own pleasure, he thought that it would be a good idea to place the doll back where he had found it. I felt him picking me up from the bed and carrying me somewhere, I didn't know, but I was happy in my owners' arms and hoped that he was taking me somewhere to play some more with me. Only to find myself being placed back down inside the crate I had come in, slightly disappointed that my owner had finished with me for now but hoping that I would soon find myself taken out of the box to be used by him again.

He looked down at me again inside the crate, still unsure that I wouldn't just pop up and surprise him, not knowing at the time that I had indeed changed into a sex doll, which we were both surprised and happy on my part to find out, but that would not happen, I would remain as I was transformed into what I had most desired to become. With one last look at the doll, he decided to close the lid of the crate, hoping that I would eventually pop out from my hiding spot and jump into bed with him.

Now that I lay there quite content inside the crate, I could only look up at my owner as he looked down at me, and I wondered what was going through his mind at that point. I felt really happy inside, I had become the doll of my dreams, though at that moment still unsure as to how it had happened, but satisfied with what had occurred, I knew that my thoughts and dreams would be very arousing now that I had become what I had so long and deep down desired. Looking up, I watched as he closed the lid on his newly minted sex doll and wondered when my owner would want to use me again.

As the lid closed, I watched as the outside world and all of the problems out there disappear, I was content inside my little box, closed away as my owner's sex doll, waiting for the next time that he wanted to play with me. I felt peaceful and a bliss-like feeling washed over me; my dreams and fantasies now had become real; this is who or what I had so wanted to be. I felt my body and mind begin to shut down, my thoughts now stilled, my world inside the crate becoming dark; I felt my body drift off to sleep.

As I slept, I could hear clearly my grandmother telling me about the crate and its history, something that I thought was long forgotten; after all, I was just a young girl when she told me about the crate that I now lay inside of. But each of my memories came through clearly; it was like she was there with me, along with the presence of several others I felt, who had it seemed owned the crate and had made use of it in the past, distant relatives who spoke of their own time in the crate and what they had used it for.

One woman, in particular, came through, I believe that she was the one who had either made the crate or had it made, her long grey hairs flowing down each side of her gentle face, her kindness towards me as I had discovered her ‘joyous box’ as she called it, and found out for myself my own inner desires. She was not judgemental in finding out what my inner desires (or demons as some may describe them) were, and she seemed happy that someone was using it to find joy in the world.

Being the originator of the crate, she began to explain how it worked and what sort of changes could and could not be made; her thoughts seemed to enter into my own mind, a connection to my past family members allowed when we are bonded together inside the crate it seemed. I was told that I should never feel alone or fearful of the crate, that they would always be here should I need their help and guidance, and I heard many tales of how the many women who have used the crate in the past, some good and some not so good, but overall the feeling that I got from them were of contentment and finding peace.

Lastly, the oldest grey-haired woman came back and explained the box, as she called it, and the way it works. Generally, it feeds off of the desires of the one using it, that's why the timber looks so good as each person who uses it leaves some of their own energy behind, thus empowering the crate and making sure that it will live on for future generations of family women to find their own joy in. But the crate and the ancient timber it is made from, will never seek to harm or cause danger to the person inside, it only protects and enables the desires of the one contained within.

She then told me how the box finds whatever the desires of the person who gets inside is and then acts on the deepest desires of the female using it, which in my case is my own desire to become a doll was what the box found I wanted most in the world and enabled me to live my fantasy, by changing me into I most wanted to be she explained. If I had wanted to be someone or something else, as I had seen in my mind, others had done, then the box would have done that. But she warned that once removed from the box, I would remain as I had been transformed or become, and that I should be very careful of who I trusted with my changed form.

Other memories flooded my mind as I lay there of others who had changed, only to be used or betrayed by others, leaving them stuck as they were until the end of their days. Their thoughts as they entered my mind were not at all stuff of nightmares, and some were eventually content with their changes while others managed to live their lives, stuck as they were for whatever reason, but got on and accepted their lot in life. The grey-haired woman finally returned and informed me that it was nearly sunrise, and soon I would return to my old form, back to the woman I was but that I would retain my memories of both my time as a doll and also what I had been told while laying inside her lovely box, she hoped that I had found it useful and that I would again use it in the future. With those words, I seemed to drift off into sleep again.

When I awoke, I found that I was still inside the crate; I felt reluctant to move but now knew that I could, I had indeed transformed back into my normal female body, I was flesh and blood again, feeling slightly disappointed but knowing that I could change again in the future I felt fine with that. What I didn't feel fine about was the pressing need to use the bathroom; luckily for me, the crate had not been locked last night by Rob, bless him, and my hands moved up and pushed the crate lid open.

Still dressed as I was, I headed off to the bathroom, after which I drank a glass of water; now satisfied that my basic needs were taken care of, I headed back to the bedroom, where lying on the bed was my boyfriend slash owner, still asleep, obviously content with himself after last night, and my own needs and desires started to make themselves felt, and though I wanted to jump on the bed and ravish him, it was only one thought that stopped me.

Wicked of me, I know, but I wanted to play a trick on him; I quietly walked over to the bed and very gently laid myself down beside him. I thought that my movements would wake him but luckily for me, that didn't happen, well not just yet. Anyway, my idea was to pretend that I was the doll still and that he would wake up and find me laying there, the thought just to how I'd managed to get out of the crate not going through his mind at that point, just his basic desire to use me.

Well, I didn't have to wait long; maybe I did move a little in the bed to wake him, but it had the desired effect, and being still sleepy but willing, he managed to climb on top of me and found my yearning and waiting hole ready for him to make use of. This time though, I did manage to climax before him, and this at first shocked him, still thinking that he was using a doll and not the real me, but finding out he carried on until I again climaxed before he did deep inside of me.

Content with myself, the sex was perfect after all, I was happy to lay there on the bed still dressed in my sexy underwear, and he started to ask me what had happened, but I put my finger to his lips to silence him and told him that I would explain later. We snuggled down in the bed, his hands still touching me, maybe to make sure that I didn't change back, and now content, we slept some more. Waking up only when he moved from the bed, and he headed off to the toilet as I watched his naked butt move.

Feeling aroused again, my wicked mind again coming to the foreground, I thought that I would again surprise him when he returned. Rolling over in the bed, I lay face down and hoped that he would get the message, which with the way I was dressed and presented, I was thankful that he did. However, he did ask if I was sure that I wanted to this way. My head now turned on the pillow, and I told him that whatever my owner wishes of his doll, he should do. Which he did, and I did find enjoyable and a great way to end our time in bed.

After a shower and a good clean-up of the bedroom, we both sat down in the kitchen, and I told him what had happened last night. How when he had closed the lid on the crate that, I had somehow transformed into what I had most desired, and that he had come in to find me changed into a sex doll, something we both knew I've always wanted to either be or play like one. I didn't go into the details of my time in the box and what I had been told, other than to explain to him that for me to change back that I needed to go back into the crate again.

He still said that he had trouble believing what had occurred last night; he told me that he had thought I had swapped out myself for the doll and that at some point would have jumped out to surprise him, but never in his wildest dream did he think that I had somehow changed into the doll. It was hard for him to comprehend what had happened, so he thought that he would go along with what I had so well set up; the doll even looked like you, he explained.

Wishing that he'd taken a picture last night, as I too wondered what the doll would have looked like to him, and I told him so, and also let him know that I could feel and see everything that happened, even when he used me in my other features. He blushed and again apologized. I said that it was fine and that he should feel free to use me in any way he wanted when I am his sex doll, after all, that's what dollies are made for, I laughed. I am there for his pleasure, and please don't think that I don't want that; I want to please my owner.

We both laughed when I mentioned him as my 'owner,' but I said that when I am his dolly, that is what you become; until I am changed back, I am just an object to be used and discarded. I am very happy being used by him, but at some point, you'll want to do other stuff, and come back later and make use of your own personal sex toy again. In fact, this talk is turning me on, I like the idea of you owning me, I want to again become the sex toy you so want me to be, and I desire.

"I think that It's time for me to disappear again and become my other self. Would you like that?" I asked, to which he nodded his head. Standing up, I dropped the robe I was wearing to reveal my naked body underneath; taking his hand, I pulled him to the bedroom and the crate waiting open for me to enter. "You best pick me up and lower me inside, after all, I am just your sex doll now."

His hands soon had me in their grasp, and he lowered me back down into the waiting confines of the welcoming crate, the wooden sides now feeling more like a place of pleasurable acceptance and not the cold, uncaring feeling I would have gotten from some other form of container. Laying me down inside, his hands at first unwilling to leave me, but with both an air of reluctance but also accepting that this is what I desired, he stood back up, looking back down at the woman he loved, hoping that I would achieve what I wanted most.

Looking back up at him, the smile on my face telling him that I was happy and contented, his hands moved to the lid to start to close the crate. "See you on the other side," he said to me.

"Please use me well, my owner, enjoy my many pleasures. I am yours to use and keep." I replied.

"How long?" he asked, "until you return?"

"That's up to you, my owner, only you can decide when I change back," I said as I watched the lid close.

It seemed that no sooner had the lid closed that I found myself unable to move again, my flesh had changed, and I was now made of silicone, with all my thoughts now back in my dolly-like mind. A short time later, the lid opened again to reveal my owner, his hands soon reaching in and picking up his prized possession, carrying me towards the bed; soon he was deep within me exploring the delights of my newly changed body.

The day continued with me as his dolly, taking his time each time he used me, now content to know that I was indeed the dolly, and that I could feel and see what he was doing to me. In between, I was left laying on the bed, and at some point he walked in and began cleaning me after using me, and he spoke to me while doing so. I think that he was missing having me around the apartment but was happy that I was getting to experience my own desires. He even moved me into the loungeroom to join him in watching some shows on the television. Although I was never one to watch them in the first place, if it pleased my owner, then I was happy to sit there with him, though I couldn't get up and walk out anyway.

He kept me for two days as a doll; on the day that he had to return to work, he placed my dollified body back into the crate, kissed me goodbye, and explained that he was off to work and that he would see me later, hopefully, he added. Closing the lid, he took one last look at the doll laying there inside and headed off. Now back inside the confines of the crate, I was again contacted by the minds of those who had used the box before me, they were again happy that I was finding contentment with the box, and I heard more stories before I drifted off.

When I awoke, I found that I could again move, and did so, the needs of the flesh out way the needs of the plastic, a mad dash over it was time to return to the real world. Quickly downing coffee, I went to my home office and spent the day catching up with work. My thoughts of my time as a doll drifting back, distracting me, but at the end of the day I was pleased to welcome Rob home with a special meal, and something for dessert (me).

Our times using the crate continued; on some weekends I remained a doll for my owner to use as he wished, and only changed back due to work commitments. And then there was the time I got to be the doll for nearly two weeks, vacation time planned, I would be off work for the whole two weeks, while Rob could only manage one, the last one. But by now our playtime with me as his doll had progressed, I now had a place to be stored in when not in use. I told him that I wasn't interested in watching sport, so we had a box made that displayed me as a sex doll with a clear front to see through and my name emblazoned on the outside, with a list of my many features.

Rob would enclose me inside, the straps holding me to the backboard, and he could stand the box up and see me inside. I had joked with him when seeing the box if he would be selling me online, I could imagine the listing, and we both laughed, with him reassuring me that I was not for sale, unless I wanted he winked. He also surprised me with a metal stand to hold my doll body when he wanted to store me away in the spare room or inside a cupboard, he would leave me there during the day, either that or in my display box. I was quite content and happy with what he was doing to me, and he was my owner after all.

Every time that I went into the crate, he would ask me how long? And each time I would reply that it was up to my owner to decide. I never wanted to make that decision, I was just a doll after all, content to be owned and played with, then stored or discarded afterwards. It was the life of a sex doll after all, nothing more nothing less.