The
entry in Patrick's journal says it all: "Shopping
note: buy more saran wrap. Lots of it. We don't want to
run out."
The
grand-daddy of all bondage is to wrap your bottom from
head to toe, encasing him in rope, plaster, cloth, spandex,
ace bandages, latex, duct tape, or plastic so that he
or she is completely immobile. I'm sure that list doesn't
exhaust the possibilities of wrappings but you get the
idea.
The
basics are very simple. Surround your bottom in a cocoon
and let him or her go on from there. I start with the
bottom naked and sitting, legs slightly raised and wrap
my material of preference (plastic wrap) around his feet
and ankles. I then have him stand and continue the wrapping
up the legs, around the waist and torso. At this point
I have him raise his arms so that I can encase his chest.
Once that is done, I have him lower his arms and wrap
them against his sides.
I
now will lay him face up (never face down!) and wrap his
neck and face. Here's a good time to throw in a few precautions.
Have a pair of scissors handy before you start, so that
a quick escape can be cut if necessary. Be sure to leave
room for breathing. Though not absolutely necessary, it
is helpful and advisable to have a third person to help
with the lifting and dragging that will be needed once
the subject is immobilized. Laying a mummified boy or
girl on his or her back is no easy matter.
Let
me emphasize NEVER LEAVE A BOUND BOTTOM UNATTENDED. Alternately,
one can mummify the person in an upright position but
it then becomes imperative that some kind of support,
such as chains hanging from the ceiling or a nearby post,
be used to keep them upright. Never, never, never use
such support in any way that will restrict breathing,
such as by putting the chains around the neck (dah).
I
like to leave the genitals exposed, though one can expose
them later with careful cutting. Another good idea is
to put cotton swabs on the nipples (his not yours) and
then encase the chest with wrap. This makes it easy to
cut away the wrap, exposing the tits to whatever you'd
like to do without risking cutting them.
Use
three of four layers of wrap as you go up and down the
body. A more complete mummification can be attained if
you wrap duct tape over the plastic wrap.
Once
mummified, the rest is easy. You can let her enjoy the
quiet, tantalize her with touches, tickles, or a whipping,
or do a mixture of erotic, painful, pleasurable, and interesting
tactile effects.
Have
a towel handy for when your plaything is released. There's
no doubt that mummification produces a lot of sweat, especially
when the material used is water-proof. Once the cocoon
is cut off, you'll find your friend was floating in more
ways than one.
Mummification,
I must admit, is enjoyable, but mostly enjoyable for the
bottom. In many ways it is often work and sometimes a
bore for the top. No matter, the experience is quite good,
as the rest of the entry in Patrick's journal attests.
You
see, last Monday night I just felt like playing with him.
In all, the bondage lasted about an hour from start to
finish. I kept him in a standing position most of the
time, then lowered him onto the bed before I finally cut
him loose. Once he was immobilized I played with his mouth,
prodding it with my fingers, my tongue, and eventually
my cock. To say the least, it drove him wild.
Let's
let Patrick tell it: "Sir wrapped me in saran wrap tonight
and it was wonderful. Forget horror show mummy images;
this was a cocoon. Now I know why the caterpillar so readily
wraps itself up for the winter. i could have stayed in
there for hours and hours, and Sir could have done whatever
he wanted to me with my complete encouragement.
"The
best moments were those brief times when he would stick
his finger or tongue into my mouth and I could have even
a minor amount of contact with him, or when he would run
his hands up and down my body. It was wonderful. I'm going
to HAVE to be sure I deserve that he do it again sometime.
"It
was the best of times because of the sensations it inspired
and the security it provided. When Sir started taking
me down I wondered at first if he thought I was in trouble.
Quite the contrary, it was like floating --- no worry
about falling or support. Even the pain he inflicted was
easy to get beyond --- there was a certain sensation that
it really wasn't me that Sir was working on. And it was
warm. Yes, it WAS a good time, one that I certainly wouldn't
turn my nose up at.
"A
few times while I was in the cocoon, it dawned on me that
Sir was being neglected. The incident that comes to mind
the clearest was when I was laying on the bed and Sir
sat on my face so that I could suck his cock. I tried
to reach up to play with his tits like I am supposed to
do but I couldn't move my hands. It was like, 'Oh, no.
What am I going to do?' The fact of the matter is that
I LIKE giving Sir pleasure. I certainly don't do it because
I have to... well, I do HAVE to, and I do it for that
reason as well, but the larger reason is that I WANT to.
"Anyway,
that is why the experience had a down side, but I did
thoroughly enjoy the experience."
The
several times that I have been mummified, I have had the
same kind of feelings as Patrick. Once I was mummified
and suspended upside down. It wasn't an unpleasant experience
at all.
Most
often it seems, being so thoroughly encased allows the
mind to drift into a dreamy, meditative state. I feel
as if I am floating in outer space. My vision, though
darkened, is filled with star-like "points of light".
More
extensive encasement material includes using a sleep sack
or leather restraining gear found in places like Mr. S's
catalogue. Fancier and sexier, they do the same thing
as plastic wrap.
The
most thorough mummification I ever saw took six guys.
They encased a friend in a plaster body cast from head
to toe and left him that way for twelve hours. Needless
to say, there was a great deal of expertise and supervision.
It was a well-planned and well-orchestrated "event". There
are all kinds of things that we leather folk can do. Some
discussion, a bit of preparation, and a little work can
create fabulous experiences of the kinky kind.
Copyright
1999 by Jack Rinella. This material may not be copied in
any manner. For permission to reproduce this essay, contact
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