Recently I’ve been reflecting on a few of the kinkier and more depraved experiences I’ve been lucky to have in my 24 years kicking about. As a lover of bdsm and bondage – and in particular, quite intense bondage – being mummified and teased by someone else is one of those experiences I’d jump at to experience again.
It’d been something I’d fantasised about for a long time before I tried it, and the reality well and truly lives up to the fantasy. You start with such nervous excitement, stripped down to nothing and being wrapped slowly and attentively by your domme. It’s intimate, and even quite fun watching them circle around you with a predatory but cheeky glint in their eyes, fussing and smoothing out the imperfections in the wrapping as they go along.
But eventually, you start to lose control – first it’s your legs, and then your arms as they’re bound crossed across your chest. The layers that were at first paper-thin are now firm to your testing movements. Indeed, those testing movements make you realise that you can’t even balance properly with your arms pinned as they are, albeit gently. This is your first indication that you’re well and truly coming under your dome’s control.
It’s as you’re left standing, with only a few thin layers of wrap keeping your legs bound tightly together, and your arms pinned to your chest that you realise your bonds are only going to become more confining. Your partner continues to layer on more and more. She hasn’t even stopped to think that your current bindings are enough. You have plenty more wrap on the roll after all, so why shouldn’t it be used?
Of course, the plastic wrap is just the beginning. There are more steps to be followed in order to truly mummify you. The first, and probably the most wicked, is the use of a hairdryer to shrink the wrap around your body. At a high enough heat, it melts the layers wrapped around your body together – just slightly – enough to make them seamless and inseparable. It also tightens the plastic, pulling snugly into every part of your body where there may have been give before. For guys, it accentuates your trapped and erect cock, which by this point is straining against the plastic keeping it helplessly and prominently on display. For girls, the area around your pussy is made entirely inaccessible, with the wrap pulled taut and sealed against any unwelcome *interference*. This is what makes it the perfect place to place a vibrator – for no matter how much you struggle and strain and pull, it won’t come loose from its position against your most intimate of areas.
At this point you’re properly cocooned, with the layers of wrap now thick enough to become slightly opaque, and completely impenetrable to any struggling as you test out your confinement. That’s when the tape is applied. With the plastic covering your entire body, as much or as little of it can be applied without fear of pain when it comes time to remove it. For a thorough domme, this is just an incentive to use more – to bind the sub head to toe in a material they have absolutely no hope of ripping or otherwise piercing. It’s application, as time-consuming as it may be, is quite a sensual process too. Every loop pulls your legs, thighs, and arms tighter even still, constricting what little movement you had left until you’re truly, properly incapable of moving any individual limb.
Once you’ve been bound fully, writhing underneath the layers of sealed wrap pressed every inch of you, and the tape encircling and trapping every part of you that could escape, that’s when you know you’re completely at your partner’s mercy.
That’s when you’re pushed back onto the bed beneath you. In itself it’s a display of power – you know it’s coming, and yet you can’t stop the gentlest push sending you falling helplessly onto the mattress. You struggle a bit to test the wrap again, only to realise that your body weight – now sunk against the bed – and the tautness of the wrap prevents you from sitting up in any way. That’s how you’ll be spending the foreseeable future – completely immobile, and subject to anything your domme fancies.
For my most-intense experience, my domme initially just left me to take in my mummification, letting several minutes pass to let me experience how trapped I was before she gagged and blindfolded me. If you’re going to be deprived of movement it only makes sense to deprive the senses too, no? Her final touch was a pair of noise-cancelling headphones, slipped over my ears as I tried to figure out her next move. I couldn’t see, or hear anything going on around me, being left with only my complete, inescapable bondage to focus on.
Sensory deprivation, combined with mummification can be quite peaceful. You lose track of time, spending periods trying to wriggle and worm your way out of the confines of your wrapping, and other times just laying there, not trying to do anything.
Eventually though I think, the temptation for your captor will become too much. A completely vulnerable and blissfully unaware toy all wrapped up underneath them is just too good of an opportunity to let go to waste…
In truth, I’m not sure how long she left me to zen out in my bondage. It could’ve been an hour, thirty minutes, maybe even five for all I knew. But the first sensation I felt was something being pressed up against the base of my imprisoned cock, it’s exact nature confusing me with my sense of touch muted by the layers of tape and wrap.
Seconds later though, I knew it was the magic wand, as it rumbled into life. The vibrations, usually already torturous enough, seemed to be amplified through the wrapping… and frustrated already I could feel my orgasm building in the space of literal seconds of it being pressed against me. Not wanting to blow my load so early, I attempted to thrash and struggle away from the head of the wand, but with my body constricted as it was by the tape all that I managed was to grind and rub myself against it further.
This was being truly trapped, and my orgasm was hers to take from me whenever she wanted. But being her, she was going to make that slow. The vibe was taken off of me as I spasmed and moaned – close but without orgasm – to be replaced by nothing as I cooled down.
Gently and delicately, she cut my penis free from the wrapping, making it the only part of me exposed to the cool air whilst my body sweated inside the plastic and material keeping me confined. Over the next few hours I received handjobs, blowjobs and teasing from the magic wand intermittently as my domme went about her evening. I was made to ride these teases up and down, being stimulated before being left moaning and isolated once again – all without ever going over the edge.
At least until the next morning. And even though she did eventually let me cum in the early hours she had well and truly won. I was a horny, broken mess – and yet had she asked if I’d wanted to be mummified again that night I would’ve immediately accepted.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ideq3m/the_experience_of_being_mummified_by_my_former
How does the wrap get cut once the session is over? I would imagine it to be a long & careful process.