Deanna The Dominant

Kayla Kelly

 

Totally mummified except for a small patch exposing my eyes. Strapped to a wheeled gurney, parallel to the vintage dark oak wooden coffin resplendent with a strapping system inside to hold the victim absolutely still while the heavy lid could be secured. I could barely turn my head to examine it. Fearfully, trancelike, it was strangely seductive. Once my eyes were wrapped over, I would be placed in the coffin. In order to breathe, there were small stubs of clear medical tubing: one protruding from my mouth, one in each nostril. A clear mask would be fitted over the bottom half of my featureless, wrapped face. This mask was connected to a hose running out through the side of the coffin, in turn connected to an external air supply consisting of oxygen tanks and a fan/ compressor. The flow of air could be regulated by the whims of those outside my boxed prison. Air could be ducted in from the dungeon. Or, it could be released from the oxygen tank system and laced with chloroform. This acted as a relaxant in case of panic or to simply render me in a light ' coma- like' state to increase endurance. Small wireless electrodes attached before being bound, wrapped and taped allowed monitoring of heart rate and breathing. A series of infared cameras on the inside of the coffin lid allowed Mistress Christina and her slave, Kim, to view various angles of my dark prison. Fed to Mistress Christina's web site as a streaming video and single pictures. Billed as a ' role play fantasy, ' and not to be condoned as real, little did viewers of the web site know how real my plight was. Strapped to the wheeled gurney. Waiting. Upstairs from the dungeon, it was all laughter and gaiety. Mistress Christina greeted Deanna as an old and dear friend. " You won't believe it, " said Christina. "I have totally bound up and mummified your old buddy Kelly, ready to be sealed up in my favorite wooden coffin. " Deanna, ever the dominant, sparked up. Dressed in black, crossing her legs and placing her booted feet on Slave Kim, lying on her side, as a human foot rest. " Damn straight ! I want that bitch to suffer ! , " exclaimed Deanna. Christina's eyes sparkled, " Always hurt the one you love? . " Even Deanna had to chuckle. , " Hell , you made me a nice cash offer for her, but I miss kicking her ass. Hand gagging, tying her up all the time. Always dressed in a woman's leotard, tights and ballet slippers. Always feminized. The neighbors none the wiser, silently, dragging her around, bound up. She was helpless to even twitch a muscle or speak unless I allowed it. And that was never. Days, building into weeks, unable to move or talk. A world of silence. Kelley's eyes tearing up over a tight gag, wrestling around my small apartment.Occasionaly opening the drapes to the balcony, showing her the view of a mid day afternoon.Standing. Bound and and foot. Gagged tightly. My hands around her neck and waist, supporting her. Whispering into her ear, " You see this beautiful sun drenched day? People freely moving about ? Couples holding hands ? Men and women ? You will never be in that world ! " , as I lay her down on the floor and drew the drapes shut, enveloping my small studio apartment in pitch blackness. Dragging my victim into the slightly lit bedroom. Tied to my bed. Keeping her hidden in a small trunk in the bedroom closet. The excitement of knowing I had total control over someone. Me, a dyke lesbian, kidnapping my transvestite neighbor! Knowing whenever I came home, she was in my service. I ' ll tell you, many a night, stumbling in, pretty buzzed, always counting on ' Ole Kell.' Strapping on that doubled ended penis and ramming her mouth while I got off, while she lay bound up. Man, I definitely got way off many a time, choking her off while I came. Damn, those were ' da days ! " Christina roared with laughter. " Damn girl, take it easy. I have Kelly too wrapped up for that kind of fun. Check this out. She is in her customary leotard, tights and ballet slippers. Cock totally wrapped. Anal plugged. Then bound with rubber cording and nylon belts. Arms folded perfectly into the back, a classic ' reverse prayer ' position. Body totally wrapped in layers of white cotton gauze. Then over that, tight winds of white duct tape. Can you believe that . ? " Deanna's eyes widened, " Damn Christina, you are a crazy woman ! A ' reverse prayer ' position and then mummified ? " Christina grinned, " Yeah, I want Kelly in continuous mummification. Over time, to become aroused and desirious of it. Though we need to interpose some physicality to keep her limbs minimally flaccid. I have a gay male friend who runs a dance studio and is willing to ' train her. ' The kicker is he is an asphyxiation fetishist and can't wait to instruct our mutual friend in strict ballet. Instruction over, hard binding and gagging, face down into the hard wooden floor of the deserted studio, with a clear plastic bag over the head for good measure . " Deanna gasped. " Wow, I can't believe this! " Christina narrowly eyed Deanna, " Belive it baby, Kelly is going to be transformed into our exclusive pleasure toy . "

  

  

  

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