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Mummification Scene
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Subject: Folkdancer: Mummification Scene
Hi, this is Folkdancer.
I thought I'd share with you a little scene that it was my pleasure
to recently experience.
By way of intro, let me say that I've been playing solo for rather a
while, although my SO was only introduced to bondage relatively
recently. We are both by nature bottoms, which typically makes me a
top (I guess I'm actually a switch, then). I prefer being a bottom,
but that is harder for her to deal with.
I've always wanted to be mummified, although while playing solo I
never figured out a way to include my arms. I figured that with my
SO's help, I could finally experience this. She was rather reluctant
at first, because it seemed strange to her and she couldn't see what I
saw in it, but eventually she agreed to try.
Ibbasically used the directions which appeared on the net some time
ago (basically to wrap each extremity in plastic, and then to wrap the
whole body). I felt somewhat dubious about this, as I never found the
plastic to be strong enough (when playing solo, I tended to use only a
few layers of plastic wrap and then a layer of duct tape. The plastic
was only so that the duct tape would not stick to my skin).
I got a roll of pallet wrap (industrial sized saran wrap). I tried a
wide roll (16-18 inches) which proved to be a pain. Something half
that size would work better. She got the bottom half of me done
without too much hassle (of course, she was doing most of the work).
The hard part was trying to keep my balance as the plastic film pulled
me in different directions. At this point, it was pretty easy as I
could still hold on to the wall with my hands.
When she started doing my arms, things got much more interesting.
The tops of my arms weren't too bad, as I could lean against my bed,
but then she couldn't wrap near my hands, which were even with the
bed. I ended up standing up, sort of bent over, with my head leaning
against the wall. Unfortunately, I had no sideways stability, and a
few times I almost slid sideways and crashed to the ground (she
managed to grab me in time). It was a weird and scary feeling to feel
myself start sliding and not being able to do anything about it.
Eventually, the big roll proved to be too much of a pain to wield, so
she switched to saran wrap.
Getting me from a standing position to lying on the bed was a bit of
a chore, as I was too heavy for her to directly lift. Eventually, with
my helping as much as I could (which wasn't much), we got me on it. It
was to a large extent the same as if she was pushing a log
around--really weird.
I found that I was amazingly and wonderfully stuck. I could bend a
little at the knees and waist, and I could twist my head around, but
otherwise, I really couldn't move. It was fabulous! Having my hands
wrapping individually kept me from getting my fingers to poke holes
through the plastic, and having my arms pre-wrapped prevented me from
sliding them. It was truly outstanding (I heartily recommend it).
At this point, I wasn't sure what was going to happen. I hadn't
planned anything beyond just struggling for a while. I would have
liked it if my SO had taken advantage of my state to do mean and cruel
things to me, but I didn't want to put any pressure on her (being
relatively new to all of this, she doesn't have much experience at
thinking of torments). But she surprised me. This is what she did.
She first took out an ace bandage and blindfolded me with it. It was
that much more compression, so I was in heaven. Then she said, "Stay
right there, I'll be back in a moment," and she left. (Like I'm going
anywhere?!!) Then I heard her playing with the fridge and I got an
idea of what was to come.
For most of the previous week, she had been threatening to feed me
some icky stuff that I detest (I'll leave you guessing what exactly
that is). I had hoped that it would lead to a different scene, so I
hadn't expected it to make an entrance in this one. She came back,
arranged a towel under my head, and then put a spoon to my lips.
Despite her coaxing, I wouldn't open my mouth. Shortly, though, I felt
that the spoon was cold, so I opened my mouth, and I got some
icecream. I figured out her game! She would feed me several spoonfulls
of the icecream, and then surprise me with the icky stuff. For each of
the next spoonfulls, I felt the temperature with my lips and then
cautiously admitted the spoon, each time sure that it would be the
"spoon of death".
Eventually it was, and I screwed up my face, made a fearful
grimace, and swallowed the stuff. (It actually wasn't *that* bad, but
I traditionally hate the stuff, so...) She wanted to feed me more of
it, but I refused to open my mouth. So, she ended up smearing it all
over my lips. I had an option: I could spend the rest of the scene
with this icky stuff on my lips, slowly tasting it; or I could clean
my lips with my tongue and eat the stuff. I chose the latter, although
it cost me much groaning and grimacing.
She had one more trick up her sleeve (I don't recall exactly when
this occurred, so I might as well put it here). After spending some
time stroking and kissing me, she took some of the icky stuff into her
mouth (she likes it), kissed me firmly (despite my protests--I heard
the spoon), and squirted it into my mouth.
Eventually, she got tired of playing with food and gave me a little
icecream to wash my mouth out with (although she warned me that there
was more icky stuff if I misbehaved). The she took off the blindfold.
I complained that I wanted it kept on, but she didn't, and I was in no
position to argue.
At this point I was incredibly turned on and had been for some
time.
Then came the second part, which I wasn't expecting at all. She
signaled this with the semi-cryptic comment, "You always wonder why
it takes me so long to get ready in the morning..."
Then she brought over her makeup. This excited me as I also have an
interest in cross-dressing. I'll spare you the details of the makeup
steps themselves (as if I can remember them?). I found I really had to
cooperate (that is to not move), particularly for the mascara.
All the while, when she paused in what she was doing, I would make
some token efforts to get free. I say token efforts, because I really
wasn't going anywhere (and I didn't want to). I just wanted to savor
the feeling of being helpless.
After she had finished, she just stood over me looking at her
handywork. I tried to lean up and kiss her and to fondle her with my
mouth, but she found it trivial to stay just out of reach (I could not
move far at all). I was going to kiss her only when she waned it, not
when I wanted it.
I found this lack of control both maddening and delightful. I was
getting closer and closer to orgasm. Eventually, she started nuzzling
my ear and biting my neck and I went wild and shot my load.
When things calmed down, there was the problem of how to get me out.
I knew I was rather moist on the inside from sweating (which made such
delightful squicking noises when I moved around), that I didn't want
to get opened up on my bed. I managed to slither to the floor (my my
SO helping as I fell over so that I wouldn't break my head), then I
managed to crawl inch-worm like to the center of the floor. Next, she
started using a handy pair of bandage shears (don't leave home without
them) on me. There were several layers of plastic to go through, and
periodically I would try to break free of the remaining plastic. When
I finally got my arms (from the elbow down and still in their
individual plastic layers) free, it looked and felt just like "The
Curse of the Mummy", although the sheen of the plastic reminded me
more of mucous or the stuff that the creatures in "Alien" used to
entomb people. Eventually she freed me enough so that I could continue
cutting myself out. Afterwards a shower was in definitely in order.
All in all, it was a wonderful experience (particularly being
surprised at the inventiveness and initiative of my SO). I highly
recommend it and can't wait for another chance to try it.
I'll leave this with a question for the Net: What sorts of things
can you suggest be done during (or before) such mummification to make
things interesting? Here are some of my thoughts:
During: After being wrapped in plastic, be taped to a board so that
I can't move at all. This might also include the head so
that I can't move my head around.
Be partially suffocated.
Have the bottoms of my feet unwrapped and tickled.
Have my genitals unwrapped and the obvious things done to them
Before: Insert a but-plug or vibrator
Wrap a vibrator into the plastic over my crotch
Apply tobasco sauce (or other things?) to my nipples or
genitalia before wrapping
Can you think of other ideas? Does spanking/paddling/whipping work
through several layers of plastic?
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