From Part 5, THE PLAYERS: Mistress Christina: dominant owner of Kim: her personal slave, who is in charge of ‘Kelly’: a TV with a bondage/ ballet fetish. Kelly had been abducted by his neighbor Deanna, a strong dyke lesbian totally dominating poor Kelly through stringent bondage techniques, ‘selling’ hapless Kelly to Mistress Christina. Mistress Christina instructs her slave Kim in preparing Kelly for the ultimate bondage scenario of mummification and encasement. Will Kelly escape these Dominants? Read On ( continued from Part 5 )....

 

Deanna the Dominant

by Kayla Kelly

 

Mistress Christina examined me on the lacing stand. " You look delicious, " walking around, behind me. Obediently, Kim moved the mirror to reveal a padded bondage table. " Lets get pretty off her perch, I want to try some things. " Groaning, barely audible through the wadding in my mouth, unable to protest. Ankle cuffs unlocked, lifted like a baby out of the ‘U’ shaped saddle.

The final white cotton gauze wrappings were applied. My head was totally cocooned except for a narrow patch exposing my eyes. The tightness of these wrappings was exquisite. Short stubs of clear medical tubing ran from each nostril. The packing/ gag arrangement filling my oral cavity was a latex dental bite wing with a clear medical tubing emitting through the center of my sealed lips. Leaning over and looking down, Mistress and Kim examined their handiwork. I was a sight, strapped to the bondage table, head mummified with breathing tubes protruding from the wrappings. Mistress Christina spoke. " Hopefully you can hear us Kelly. This is a little experiment to test the breathing apparatus designed to use when we totally mummify and seal you in the wooden coffin. A clear latex mask will be strapped over the lower half of your face and connected to an external air supply, set a minimal level. Your breathing will be funneled through mask." Eyes wide, looking up into my tormentors. " You will need to relax, breathe slowly, rhythmically. Kim has been in the coffin for an hour at most. We plan to keep you sealed for up to 8 or 10 hours. Any resistance is futile. You must relax and accept your fate. "

Finality. Fate. In the dimly lit room, Slave Kim was to apply the final touch to my predicament: a ball gag made of soft pink foam with clear tubing running through the center. This was to replace the bite wing arrangement, these women finding it more humiliating to stuff my mouth with foam. Her cruel pale face smirked as she looked down on me. " Any last words, Baby, before I stuff your mouth ? " Trying to utter a syllable, the foam rammed hard into my mouth. The ball gag was quickly fastened. Shaking my head, she laughed heartily. " Yeah right, like you could convince me to release you. I do and Mistress puts me in the coffin with you. She has invited Deanna to witness the final stages of your mummification, namely the wrapping of your head. " Again, shaking my head furitively from side to side in a negative manner. Bound with a series of nylon belts and rubber cords my arms cruelly in a ‘reverse prayer’ position. Then wrapped with layers and layers of white six inch wide cotton gauze wrapping. Topping this with layers of white duct tape. From neck to feet, an efficient smooth white ‘worm- like’ form. A Mummy in every traditional sense from old black and white grade B horror flicks to pulp comics of helpless females (or TV’s) sacrificed in live burials to crazed Egyptian cultists. Strapped to the padded bondage table, next to the dark wooden coffin, lid open, straps hanging out at the ready. Closing my eyes, thinking back how these evil twins constructed this horror .

On the large bed, Slave Kim was behind, encircling her arms around me and pinning my arms to my sides. Mistress Christina straddled me, in her hand, a white wash cloth lightly soaked in chloroform. Gagged with swatches of cheap grey duct tape over my mouth, the chloroformed cloth was pressed firmly over my face. The fumes seeping into me as I bucked against these bitches, my ballet slippered feet flailing. Quickly falling into unconsciousness. Thus began the first phase of my mummification.

I was their emasculated victim, a balletic eunuch, dressed in dancewear, kept in permanent bondage for their amusement, pleasure and service. In leotards, tights, dance belts and slippers for months.This transformation was the ultimate so far, a perverse and excellent humiliation. In the chloroformed state on the bed, dressed as usual for the many months of captivity. Snug pink ballet slippers, white footed tights, white dance belt and a pink long sleeved turtleneck leotard. My anus was filled with a hard black rubber penis like plug. A sheathing arrangement of white soft kid leather with windings of thin rawhide lacing completely encloses my penis and scrotum. Kim, rolling up the sleeve of my leotard, swabs an area with alcohol, in preparation for an injection from Mistress.A hallucinogenic/ erection aphrodisiac that will leave me ‘ on the verge ,’ hard but helpless and impotent within the constrictions the penile sheathing, dance belt, anal plug and bondage.

But this mummification was what this clique of lesbians had been building up to as an ultimate and continuous scenario. Keeping me bound and gagged for hours, days, building to weeks. Into an actual month. Increasing the size and gagging severity. Bigger ballgags. Incrementally larger penis gags to stretch and form my mouth. Firm cloth wrappings around my head. Leather or latex discipline hoods with only nostril openings. Incrementally larger anal plugs. Bizarre discomfort became the norm.

Lying on the large bed. Slightly fuzzy from the injection. Mistress Christina and her Slave, Kim, used a series of strong nylon belts and thin but extremely strong rubber cording to immobilize me. Lengths of the rubber cording secured my upper arms and wrists. Arms pinning up behind me, bending into the classic ‘ reverse prayer ‘ position so that they fit snugly against my back. Finishing, my hands were up near my shoulders and elbows firmly pressed into my back, held there by nylon belts above and below my breasts. " Now Kelly’s legs, " said Christina. Cording was wound and cinched above, in between and below the knees. Nylon belts secured waist, thighs, shins and ankles. Tears welled up in my eyes. These lesbians were mutating me into a sexless toy. Fighting to speak through the drugging, slurring my speech. Kim clamped a hand over my mouth. Christina spoke, " She can be bound up like this for months. The rubber cording provides miniscule flexing. Possibly the arms will lose musculature and strength from being permanently bound up behind her like that. The legs may possibly become flaccid. The key is that you our are transvestite by design. " Christina crawled over me, spider-like. Purring, " You know I bought you outright from your previous Domme, Deanna. She remains a dear friend but you are mine to do as I please. If you think this is harsh, forget it ! My fetish is mummification and you are the mummy ! Having been exposed to my collection in the Dungeon downstairs, which do you prefer: the wooden coffin? the metal casket? No doubt you will learn to love and accept both. I have many ideas and the financial means to encapsulate you. There is a fiberglass mummiform coffin from a Bishop design I am working on. It will basically be formed to your body. Kim is happy about that, otherwise she was to be fitted in it, now she will prepare you to be sealed in it. Don’t fret girlie, we will let you be unbound and uncasketed for brief periods of time. Physical activity to counter the long periods of bondage. Strict ballet lessons. I have a gay friend who owns a dance studio and is really turned on by the scenario of forcing exquisite ballet training on you. We have already discussed it. The excitement won’t only be the lessons but your transport to and from the studio. Of course you will be heavily restrained, unable to speak. But how? In a sack? A box? The possibilities are endless! Imagine dancing in a locked studio, catching glimpses of the sun in an overhead window, the noise of the street outside. only there is no sun or outside for you. Lesson over, forced into the hard wooden floor. Quickly gagged, bound hand and foot. The need to secret you out of the studio, out of sight of the incoming students. Young girls, in their leotards and tights, like you, for their lessons. Tied and helpless in a locked, small stuffy closet in the back of the studio. Darkness. Hearing the muffled sounds of music. Light filtering under the door. Chatter of female voices. Squirming, straining against your bonds. Will you be found out ? Not likely, for my friend and his male lover has other possibilities for you. " They both laughed at this. Kim spoke as she forced a cloth wadding into my mouth. " A man would be good for you, instead of a rubber penis in your mouth, how about ‘ the real deal ?’ " This broke them both up, lifting me off the bed. " It’s Dungeon time, Baby, " cooed Kim.

  

  

  

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