Stacey held onto the little box as if it was the most important thing in the world… which it kind of was, at least to her.
Most people when they saw her, all dressed up in her pink outfits, her hair perfectly done, her makeup impeccably applied, every strand of hair in its place, just assumed she was some dumb trophy wife clutching at some designer handbag that her husband had paid too much for.
They didn’t know the truth though, it wasn’t a bag, it was a box. It was a box that held all of her free will, and only Jerry had the key for it.
It hadn’t happened all at once, when she’d met Jerry she’d been a hard headed brunette lawyer, fighting for the rights of the downtrodden. She’d sued him on behalf of a poor family that lived beside on of his factories and gotten sick. She’d had several meetings with him and his lawyers, to discuss the case, to see if they could come to some kind of settlement, and eventually they did.
But each time the met, Jerry brought the box with him, and each time she felt a little more of her free will slip into it and leave with him.
By the time they’d come to an agreement, that was actually quite fair, there was so much of her free will in the box, that when Jerry asked her on a date after their final meeting, she couldn’t say no.
It was a whirlwind affair, with more and more of her free will slipping into the box as she agreed to more and more of Jerry’s “suggestions”.
By the time he asked her to marry him after six months, she eagerly said yes.
Of course the wedding was still a ways away… she still had so much more to do. So many surgeries to get before all of Jerry’s suggestions would be done.
Because she wasn’t going to be just some dumb trophy wife, she was going to be a blow up sex doll for her husband and she couldn’t wait… just like Jerry had told her.
