I walk into my quiet flat, one that has felt more empty over the last few weeks, ever since my boyfriend and master left. It's not his fault, he had to move for his job, one he had been working towards since I knew him, it was his dream, I knew going into the relationship that I couldn't get in the way of that or deny it from him, but it still hurts. I'm pleased that he got it and supported him all the way as he worked so hard, but I still miss him, my heart aching for his touch, his voice, his presence, without him I'm not even sure what to do with myself. 

I sigh as I take off my coat and hang it up by the door before turning towards my tiny flat, one I can barely afford, let alone moving across the country, once he gets set up he promised to pay for me to move with him, I hope he doesn't find someone else or stop loving me while we're apart. 

I slowly walk through my home, not even bothering with the lights, happy with the dim light from the street light shining right outside my window and the several brightly decorated houses illuminating my home, as I pick up my old collar, holding it as I think of him, before putting it on, closing my eyes, for a moment pretending that he is here with me. I slowly and sadly open them, forcing myself to reality, the feeling of the collar comforting me slightly as I try to get to grips with my emotions. 

I suddenly hear a noise behind me. What was that? Is it him? Is someone else in my flat? My heart races as I go to turn but before I can move a cloth is pressed firmly over my face, muffling my panicking cries and forcing me to breath in the strange smelling fumes, my mind growing numb and dizzy with every breath, my struggling limbs growing weaker and heavier and losing feeling, my legs giving out as whoever is in my home holds my limp body. My breathing grows shallow as I slump in their arms and lean against their body, completely unable to move, barely conscious, fighting hard to do anything, to fight back but I know it's over.

"It's alright, just breath and relax, once you are out we can get you to your new home and owner." Who was that? I don't recognise their voice. My mind barely thinks or processes what they say, as my eyelids grow heavy and I struggle to keep them open, the room spinning and going dark as my body finally gives up and I fall unconscious. 

I awake with a start, my eyes slowly opening as I remember what was happening, my body slowly regaining its senses. I try to move as I feel cool air against my skin, only to be met with resistance as my back painfully arches, rope digging into my wrists and ankles. I cry out in confusion, only to hear nothing but muffled noise. What's going on? 

"Oh, you're awake. Well I suppose I can tell you what's happening." I look up at the masked figure standing over me, thick wooden planks blocking some of my view. Am I in a crate? 

"You were selected by someone who ordered me to capture you and deliver you to them, as their new slave." What!? I struggle in my bondage as the masked man laughs down at my futile attempt to get free, clearly enjoying my reaction. 

"Try all you like, this isn't my first time delivering a slave, you won't be getting free." As I scream into my gag I feel drool begin to pour over my lip uncontrollably my, causing a wave of humiliation as it drips down, my cock growing hard from the feeling of the restraints, only I feel pain, I look down to see a small shiny piece of metal, one crushing my cock and keeping it from getting hard.

"Doesn't your dick hurt? Your new master instructed that I lock that onto you, I guess he doesn't want you enjoying the trip to much. Don't look at me though, I don't have the key, or if one exists." I struggle in my bondage, pulling hard on the ropes, desperately trying to get free bit they refuse to loosen. 

"Speaking of pleasure." I squeal into my gag as I feel a sudden vibration from a large plug buried deep in my ass, my squeal quickly replaced by quiet moans, my struggles for freedom turning it wiggles if frustration as it teases me.

"You like that slave? Good, cause that's your entertainment. Let's get you to yiur new home." At this they pick up the lid to my crate and drop it into place, plunging me into darkness. I struggle against my ropes as I hear the screws drill into place, sealing me inside, and feel the crate move, as I'm carried out of my home, taken away, to a destination unknown, to be a delivered as a slave to someone. 

As the crate stops moving I hear loud doors slamming and an engine running, the crate moving slightly as we drive away. What will my fate be? Will my new owner be nice ir cruel? What will they want from me and have me do? Will they keep me as their plaything? Will they torture me? Make me their maid? Their pet? Whore me out? 

I continue to struggle in the dark, my cock straining against its prison, while the plug gently teases and torments me, at least when I'm delivered I might get out of this thing and gain some relief. 

I moan tiredly as we come to a sudden stop and the engine dies. I have no idea how long we've been travelling, all I've experienced is nothing but darkness and constant teasing but it feels like I've be on the road for a day. My body is sweaty and exhausted, my stomach rumbles as it lays in my puddle of piss, not allowed out, even though we stopped at several stops on the way, forcing me to piss myself, the smell growing worse as time passes. 

I hear the doors open and feel my crate move. I weakly struggle, knowing that this is it, I'm at my destination, about to meet the creep who had me kidnapped, enslaved and shipped like a piece of furniture over night. 

I let out a groan as the crate is set somewhat roughly on the ground, and hear muffled and unclear voices, causing my to let out a quiet whimper of fear and anticipation, my frightened heart racing and my cock straining, before the sound of a crowbar as the lid is ripped off. Blinding daylight entering the darkness, preventing me from seeing anything as I adjust to the light, my body tensing, ready for whatever horrors I'm about to be exposed to in my new life,  prepared to fight and escape if possible. 

My eyes blink and a familiar face comes into view, as my boyfriend smiles down at me, my mind and body relaxing slightly as I freeze in confusion. Did he rescue me? How would he know where I was? Or what was happening? 

"Hello slave. I told you I'd sort out you joining me when I had things sorted. What better gift could I ask for than you for Christmas?" I stare at him in confusion, he did this? I feel the rope linking my wrists and ankles undo, relieving my back from the painful hogtie I'd been stuck in overnight. His hand hooks my collar and forces me to rise to my knees, his lips kissing my gagged mouth. I feel the strap loosening and my gag drop out of my mouth. I look up at him and smile, of all the people to enslave me I'm happy that it's him.

"Merry Christmas master." We both smile and kiss each other, his arms wrapping around me, holding my bound body tightly in a loving embrace, happy to be together once again, to spend Christmas with each other, hopefully to never have to part again.