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Wednesday, 20 March 2013

A Story of Self Bondage in Pallet Wrap

Hi there to all you guys and girls out there in Bondageland.
I have been chatting to my good friend Ken who has helped me understand a few things regarding mummification.
Now he came up with an idea for a story and I said he should write it up. He sent me this story and I loved it. So I asked if I could share it with you all, and he said yes. With amazing generocity he also included self mummification pictures for me to add in to the story to give you a sense of what can be achieved with the write mindset.

He has also sent it to Gromet on Gromets plaza, so you can enjoy it in two places now.
Enjoy the story and the pictures.
Emma x

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The house was quiet.

Outside the trees surrounding the property rustled in the wind, providing both physical protection from prying eyes and ears. The large box containing a wide selection of bondage tools had been brought up from the garage and now sat on the floor in the study. 7 days on my own, with my wife away on holiday, meant I could indulge several of my bondage fantasies especially the long term bondage I had thought about and could now try out.
I laid out my favourite scenario which involved mummification. I had eight hours before I needed to be available to answer the phone, so I wanted to push the boundary and tried to think of a difficult to achieve means of escape mechanism.
I undressed, taking my soft leather hood from the items laid out on my desk, pulling it over my head. The zip at the back made it fit snuggly to my face, then the laces down the back when pulled tight, made it almost like a second skin. The leather retaining strap at the neck trapped the leather lace and was padlocked to stop me getting it off. The key was placed in a locked box with a combination to make it harder to escape. I added a large ball gag which I also secured at the back of my head with a small padlock. The hood came with a blindfold which I put in place but left enough vision in to do all the tasks I intended. It could be slid down later.
A 5 inch deep leather posture collar fitted snuggly round my neck, keeping my head up, making it harder to look downwards.
The preparation for the mummification involved taking a length of rope which I had tied two knots about 30 centimetres apart then pushed plastic bars about 10 centimetres long through the knots, then secured the rope over and under a door between the study and the hallway to the other rooms in the house.
I then put a large roll of black pallet wrap on to the rope sliding it down until it stopped at the first knot. This was shoulder height for the first part of the wrapping. Pulling out the plastic bar dropped the pallet wrap down to a level that would secure my hands.
Taking another roll of the same pallet wrap, I wrapped my feet and individual legs up to my crotch. This had the effect of arousing my penis which stood out from my body. I placed a vibrator on my member wrapped it with some duct tape to hold it securely, and then turned it up full.
I became rock hard so started wrapping my legs together from the ankles up over my knees the pushed my penis under the wrapping, I continued up to just under my breasts. I wrapped up and down my body five or six times, pulling the wrap so it formed a black shiny cocoon over my body. I attached a pair of nipple clamps which had a short cord between them and passed one of them through a d ring on the posture collar then attached the second clamp. The pull on my nipples caused a sharp pain and I thought I had better get used to this. I continued to wrap over the top of them so I was wrapped up to my neck. Everything covered except my arms and my head. The pain from the nipple clamps was so erotic coupled to the throbbing on my penis generated by the vibrator, I wanted to masturbate so much......but that was now impossible.
Taking on the end of the pallet wrap hanging on the door, I begin to turn around wrapping the shiny black plastic over my arms trapping them by my side. To make the tension on the wrap greater, I go down the corridor to a doorway, the friction on the door jamb causing it wrap to tighter round my body. I wrap my arms down to the elbow, and then slowly make my way back down the corridor to the roll of pallet wrap. I pull out the plastic bar from the first knot and the roll drops about 30 cms. This is just perfect to wrap my fingers then hands, wrists up to my elbows in tight restrictive plastic.
By now I am in a very tight wrap and my only means of escape is a Stanley knife I have left on the floor in my study....
I stretch the pallet wrap to breaking point and I am no longer attached to the roll.
Any movements I have been making have pulled on my nipples and they are screaming at me to bend over so the pressure can be lessened. I hop through to the bedroom and it is here that the decision has to be made. Am I in this for a long time, because if I fall face down on the bed, it will take me hours to even get into a position where I can slide through to my study and get to the Stanley knife.
I stand at the foot of the bed for ages wondering if I have can do this. My mind is made up and I FALL FORWARD ON TO THE BED.
The vibrator on my penis is pressed harder and I feel my juices on my legs. I try to roll and my nipples are afire with the pain. My hood and gag have me silenced even shouting to ease the pain hardly a muffled sound escapes. I am truly immobile, with no purchase I squirm but cannot move and inch.
I decide to lie there quietly for a while, and probably an hour goes by.
I try again to move, to roll, and I find the wrap has shrunk tighter around my body! HOW HAS THIS HAPPENED? Heat from my body has contracted the plastic. I feel I cannot move but my feeling of restriction is so good I decide to remain calm and try something else perhaps I can move my arms to get some purchase?
After a few hours I am beginning to sweat inside the plastic and manage to move one of my arms upwards to give me some leverage so I can push myself to the edge of the bed. I slide off onto my back and begin the slow journey to the study.
This takes ages and at the end I have had several orgasms fuelled by the constant pulling on my nipples by the clamps and that vibrator.
 
 
I reach the sharp bladed Stanley knife and using one finger, I work a hole through the plastic layers, eventually widening a hole to get two fingers through and grip the knife eventually managing to slide it in to the wrapping. Gradually a little bit at a time I widen the hole, cutting vertically to get the gap wider to allow me to remove the wrap from my arms.
Eventually I get enough undone to remove the nipple clamps. The pain of the blood returning is so great I scream into my gag. They are super sensitive and I cannot help brushing them as I try to get free.
The vibrator is next, not as hard as the tape has been softened by all the juices. It slides out easily.
I lie there recovering for a good few minutes then cut between my legs from ankle to crotch and the cocoon comes off.

It has been about six hours, I am exhausted but warm and sated. The feeling of being so helpless is addictive and I start to plan my next one.....

 

What shall I do in bed tonight? I must be restrained to stop me from playing with myself. I think lots of rope, my handcuffs and a combination lock that I won't be able to open until daylight. However that's another story.

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