"David, can you take take out the trash for me before we go?"
I look up from my spot on the couch, instantly setting my newspaper down. Within moments, the rather heavy cans of garbage are on the curb. I stand there a moment, reminiscening about the time I was amongst those cans.
Oh what an experience.
I head back inside, and Christine stands in the kitchen, an amused smile on her face. "Well that was fast."
I smirk slightly. "Let's just say I've learned my lesson."
Christine giggles, approaching me. I place my hands on her waist as she draws near and kiss her lips. "So when is the reunion?"
"In...about an hour. Go take a shower." She kisses my lips and I grin, turning to head to the bathroom. "And don't take too long sweetie. I wanna be out of here in 30."
Ever since Christine had taken to trashing me she'd become slightly more dominant, taking charge of the house hold. We are still equals, but every now and then she'll chain me up and suddenly she's no longer "Christine" but "mistress".
I love it.
though it does get a little serious at times. I still remember watching as Christine and her friend, Jennifer, tossed Rebecca, handcuffed, into a dumpster and tasked her with escaping before pickup. When I asked what had happened to her Christine refused to answer, saying it wasn't of any concern to me.
I can only hope she managed to escape.
I finish my shower, coming back out to find Christine doing some finishing touches on her makeup. I smile, admiring this beautiful woman for a moment before approaching her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist. "You are so lovely."
She giggles, turning in my arms to kiss my cheek, her still wet lipstick leaving a clear mark. I laugh, trying to wipe it away, and she giggles. "Oh stop. It's not like anyone is going to notice."
I stiffen up slightly. Every time she says something like that I get a little paranoid. She hasn't trashed me in months. Could she be planning something today?
I wave the idea aside as she wipes off the lipstick stain with a playful giggle. "Now come on. Let's get to the reunion." I smile, nodding as she leads me out to her truck. I climb into the passenger seat, she starts the car, and within moments we're on the road. Christine's phone rings, and she picks it up, answering it. "Hey jenn......yup, he'll be there...... yeah, everything is set up."
I look up at her, eyes widening slightly. She's talking to Jennifer? Everything's "ready"? What could she possibly have in mind???
I relax again as I remember that this entire reunion was her idea to begin with. By "everything" she's probably talking about the location at the reunion.
We arrive at the place, a large meeting hall that looks like it cost more than either of us make. Good thing everyone pooled their money to rent this location. We park and make our way to the front door. Jennifer meets us at the entrance, accompanied by a young man in a suit.
"This is Keith. He's going to show us where to go." Jennifer says, as the man nods.
"Right this way." He motions for us to follow and we fall in line, Jennifer behind me, Christine in front.
We approach a large set of double doors that lead into a large room, already full of people. I expect him to lead us inside there, but instead he turns, guiding us down a hallway. Several twists and turns later and I find myself following keith and Christine down a dimly Lit corridor and it hits me.
We're not going to the meeting hall.
"I, um...I need to use the bathroom..." I turn to try and get away but Jennifer blocks me, giggling.
"Oh c'mon, you can wait, can't you?"
Up ahead, Keith smirks. "After we drop the trash off I'll show you two where the reunion is."
I blush slightly, knowing for sure what is about to happen. I try once again to escape, but Jennifer is in the way again.
It's not like I'm trying all that hard, either.
"Christine, I think we need to tie him up." Jennifer says, giggling.
Christine laughs. "Oh we will. But unless you wanna carry him, he walks..."
Suddenly I'm off my feet and in Jennifer's arms, her breasts pressing up against my chest. Christine laughs, shaking her head and we arrive at a loading dock. Protruding from the walls are a bunch of chutes that lead down into several large garbage cans. I instantly become hard knowing where my party will be.
"Well, let's dump the trash and get on back to the party." Christine orders me to strip and instantly I obey. I had learned long ago when she was in girlfriend mode, and when she was in mistress mode. Soon I'm undressed and Christine bags my very expensive suit, handing it to Jennifer. She then orders me to hold out my hands and I obey, watching as she ties my hands together. Moments later, I'm tied up in the fetal position, gagged, and, with Keith's help, I'm tossed into a can. There's already a bunch of garbage in here, from broken plastic cups, to dirty, wet napkins. I look up at Christine who quickly leaves, speaking to Keith. "So what happens to the cans when they get full?"
He shrugs. "They get taken to the large compactor to be crushed."
He says no more, leaving the dock with christine and Jennifer in tow. And with that, I sigh, resigned to spend the next several hours in the trash as people unknowingly dump their trash on top of me.
Why should they bother considering what's in here anyway? After all, the only thing in here is trash.
With that thought in mind, I quietly pray that they don't let me get taken to the compactor, and I close my eyes, settling in for a long long party.
I don't know how long I've been in this bin for. Maybe an hour, maybe two. All I know is that the trash has been piling up all around me. It's officially up to my chest. My legs ache from being balled up like this for so long, but I don't care. I'm in heaven.
I hear some giggling up above, a far away echoey sound that tells me the party is still going strong.
Without me.
I pout a little, or try to with the gag, as I think about christine up there, having fun and interacting with all our friends, completely ignoring me.
Of course she's ignoring me. Who would pay attention to trash?
The voices grow louder over head, and I hear the now familiar sound of the chute opening as several pizza crusts fall through, bouncing on my head and onto the trash around me. Moments later, a half full styrofoam cup falls through, bouncing off my head, soaking my hair. I sigh, relaxing as I wiggle around in the trash, enjoying the feeling of having been thrown away, discarded like trash. I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Christine
This is the best party I have ever thrown. All day I meet up with old friends, all of whom ask where David is.
"He's on a business trip." That's always my answer, and when I flash my winning, flirty smile, no one questions me.
"Christine?" I hear a familiar voice and turn, giggling as I spot David's sister, Alissa, approaching. "Heeeey girl!" She smiles, hugging me tight. "So where's David?"
I smirk. Alissa knows all about David's little fetish. In fact, she's the one who discovered it, told me all about his dirty little secret.
"Oh, he's, um...tied up at the moment." I giggle, knowing that she'll get the hint.
She does. Her eyes widen slightly and she smirks. "You didn't."
"Yup." I laugh, going to the food table to grab some pasta. More than I intend to eat. Alissa follows suit with a large bowl of mashed potatoes, giggling. "No need to worry about him. He's where he belongs." Glancing over at the chute, I smirk, knowing that he heard me. Teasing him is just half the fun.
Alissa grins. "You are bad, you know that?"
"Yeah, I know." I take a few bites of the pasta, and proceed to toss it down the chute, alissa doing the same.
"So, wanna hit the bar?"
David
I'm awoken to the sound of the chute opening again and gasp as a plate full of pasta plops down on my head, the noodles hanging down my face, sauce coating my hair. I moan, before what feels like hot mashed potatoes joins my trashy prison. Unlike my first bagging session, this doesn't smell all that bad, unfortunately. In fact, it smells kinda good, all this fresh food and drink mixed together. Not the best smell, but better than the rotten stuff.
Although I think I prefer the rotten smell. Much more erotic.
I freeze, shaken out of my musings as the back door opens and a man comes out, approaching the cans. I'm nowhere near covered enough to hide. I pray that he doesn't peek inside my can...
He doesn't. Instead he pulls one of the cans away, quickly replacing it and taking it away. Moments later, I hear the compactor starting up and I moan in pleasure, my thoughts going to what could be happening to that trash, being crushed up with the rest of the refuse, thrown away without a second thought. I lay my head back, wondering if my fate lies with the rest of the trash in the compactor.
God I hope not.
God I hope so.
To be continued...
Topic: the trashy adventures of David and Christine. book 4 Christine's party. (Read 7195 times)