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Finally Mummified
by Glassmummy
glassman773@hotmail.com 
© Copyright 2002 - Glassmummy - Used by permission
Storycodes: M/m; motel; naked; diaper; wrap; palletwrap; gag; tape; fibreglass; stuck; transported; discovery; cons/reluct; X
Finally Mummified by Glassmummy M/m; motel; naked; diaper; wrap; palletwrap; gag; tape; fibreglass; stuck; transported; discovery; cons/reluct; X

This is a work of fiction, and also my first attempt at a mummification story. I hope you enjoy.
 

I’m a little hesitant about telling this story to the public, but my friend who found me in a most embarrassing situation says that I will be more comfortable with myself if I write down my experience, so here it is.

I’m a straight male in my late twenties, and have been interested in mummification for as long as I can remember. I guess it’s just the thought of being wrapped up tightly from head to toe with only my nose to breath through. A feeling of euphoria and release that comes from letting someone else control your life. I also never thought that there were others out there who shared my fantasies, so I felt that they could never be fulfilled. That is until I got a computer, and everything changed.

I visited every site I could find about mummies, and the process of mummification. I wasn’t interested in the traditional Egyptian mummification mainly because I wanted to be alive for the process. Then I found Gromet’s site. This was the one I had been looking for all along. Stories and pictures of people just like me who enjoyed being wrapped up in all sorts of materials from bandages to plaster. I was in heaven! But I still wanted more. I wanted, no, needed to be wrapped and gagged by someone else who knew what he or she were doing, preferably she. So I found some clubs online, and started leaving messages. What I found was that there aren’t a lot of women who enjoy wrapping people up, especially around where I live. So I decided to leave messages for males or females. Then one day I received an e-mail from a guy not far away from me. 

He said he was also interested in the subject, and had been practicing it for a long time. We wrote back and forth for a while, discussing what I wanted, and what he has done to others. Finally we decided to meet and he said he would wrap me up. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I was also very careful to be safe. I told a friend of mine about where I was going, and the hotel that I was staying in. I told her that I was going on a Saturday, and that if I didn’t call her by Sunday night to come to the hotel and check up on me. She was a little worried, but I assured her that every thing would be fine.

I arrived at the hotel at 10:00am on Saturday morning, and he was there waiting for me. Jack (that was the name he gave me) told me to check in and then tell him what room we were going to. We got to room 108 and Jack wanted to get started right away. He had brought a large suitcase with him that he said contained a change of clothes and all the wrapping material we would need. He told me to strip naked and put on a pair of Depends undergarments that he brought with him. I asked what this was for, and he said that I might be “under wraps” for quite a while, and if I needed to relieve myself I would need to be cut out. 

“Didn’t you say that you wanted to be wrapped up for an entire day?” he asked.

I absolutely did, so I stripped down and put on the ‘diaper’. 

The first thing he had me do was stand with my legs apart and proceeded to wrap each leg with clear plastic wrap. What he called ‘pallet wrap.’ He explained that this was stronger that ordinary kitchen wrap and that it would be more restrictive and confining. 

After my legs were totally wrapped, he told me to hold out my arms away from body. He wrapped each of them individually from the very tips of my fingers to the tops of my shoulders. He then had me put my arms across my chest in the traditional mummy style and place my legs together.

“Ok, now I’m going to start wrapping from your ankle upwards. Stay very still as I want this to be perfect.”

“Not a problem.” I said, getting very excited now. I could feel myself getting hard, and was a little embarrassed.

“Relax.” He said. “It’s ok to be turned on by this. Every one is. Why else would you have posted all those messages? I’m just here to fulfill your fantasy.” 

He worked his way up past my crotch, and was starting around my arms pinning them to my chest. Man, I didn’t realize it would feel this good. He got to my shoulders, and started to cross them in a figure eight pattern, then proceeded to wrap my neck, though not too tightly as to restrict my airway. He wrapped up and down my body several more times making each wrap tighter that the last. I was now covered in multiple layers of pallet wrap from my neck to my ankles. The large roll had finally run out, and he then produced a smaller roll and a roll of duct tape.

“Ok, now you said that you also wanted to be gagged for the duration of your mummification. Is that right?”

“Yes, definitely. I want the whole treatment. Except for my nose of course.”

“Yeah, we’ll definitely leave the nostrils open. Ok, open wide.”

I opened up, and he produced a rather large cloth that he stuffed into every corner of my mouth, so much so that I couldn’t close my lips completely around it. He then brought out the roll of tape to my mouth and started wrapping it around my head. He wrapped it around a total of eight times. My lower face had disappeared from just under my nose to under my chin.

“How’s that? Comfortable enough?” 

I nodded in agreement and then he said that he was now going to start on my head. He started the wrap under my chin, and then went over my head several times ensuring that my jaw was locked shut. Then he wrapped over my mouth and eyes several times. I could barely see anymore, and could just make out shapes through the plastic. Then I got scared. He was wrapping around my nose and I couldn’t breath. I started to panic then he suddenly punched holes in the plastic where my nostrils were.

“Sorry about that. I should have warned you. I like to cover the entire nose and then punch holes in them. It makes for a more confined state. Ok, now for the surprise! I know that you only wanted to do the plastic wrap for your first time, but I just can’t resist. I brought along quite a few rolls of duct tape and something else very special for you. But first I’m going to lay you down so I can do your feet.”

I was a little worried, but figured that duct tape wouldn’t be too bad. The “something very special” was what bothered me the most. He laid me down and finished up my feet with plastic and then wrapped them in tape. He then stood me back up and said something that really scared me.

“Ok, now that you aren’t going anywhere, and can’t yell out for help, I’ll tell you what I’m going to do with you.”

“SHIT!” I thought, “He’s going to kill me.”

“First off, let me put you at ease. I’m not going to kill you if that’s what you are thinking. I’m not a killer. What I’m going to do is wrap you in this duct tape from head to toe, and then I’m going to put you into one big body cast with the fiberglass casting tape that I brought with me. Then when I’m done with that, I’m taking your wallet, going to the front office, and paying for the room for the rest of the weekend. Then I’m leaving. I’ll leave ‘Do not disturb’ sign on the door so no one will bother you. I’m sure someone will find you Monday morning.”

I grunted and groaned and tried to move, but the plastic wrap was doing its job. Jack proceeded to tape me up from head to toe with what I can only guess was about a dozen rolls of tape. As he started to tape my head, he leaned down and said, “I hope you got what you wanted. I’ve really enjoyed myself. Say goodbye.” That was the last thing I heard for the entire weekend. I started to cry as he wrapped the tape around my eyes and the world went dark. Then I realized that I still had a hard on, and was, in fact, quite turned on.

I could barely feel it when he started wrapping the fiberglass around my ankles, and up my body. After a long time of standing rigid, I was laid down on the bed and my feet were wrapped as well. I couldn’t move a single muscle in my body. I had to face it, I was here for the weekend. Then it occurred to me that my friend would be checking on me Sunday night when I didn’t call her. Oh my god! If she found me like this I would never be able to look at her again.

Time passed, though it was hard to tell just how much. I found that when your senses are deprived that time looses all meaning. Suddenly, I was being moved. I was stood up and dragged across the floor, and out the door! I felt myself being laid down, and then moving again. I was in a truck! Had Jack come back and decided that I was a liability? Was he really going to kill me this time? I was petrified, literally and emotionally.

We stopped, and I was dragged from the truck and stood upright again. This time apparently on some kind of dolly, and was wheeled away.

After what felt like an eternity, I could feel the cast being cut away, and I started to scream through my well-gagged mouth. I gave that up, as it seemed rather pointless. After the cast was cut away, I felt the tape being cut from head, and was finally able to see, though still gagged. What I saw after my eyes adjusted to the light would have left me speechless if not for the tape circling my mouth and the huge wad of cloth stuffed inside. 

There was my friend leaning over me with a big grin on her face.

“You know,” she said, “if you really wanted to be mummified you could have just asked me.”

After she finally let me out of my bondage, and let me clean myself up, she told me how she had gotten scared when I hadn’t called, and had come looking for me.

“I knew how embarrassed you would have been if the maid would have found you like that, so I loaded you up into my truck and brought you back here to cut you out.”

She then told me of her love of mummification and other forms of bondage. I was stunned to say the least. I never reported the incident to the police, and just reported my wallet stolen. I could easily replace its content, and would have been too embarrassed to tell the cops the truth anyway. And my friend who found me, well she’s now my fiancée. We have many shared interests, mummification being just one.

                         The End

Let me know what you think. This was my first mummification story. I hope you liked it.
Glassmummy. glassman773@hotmail.com
 
 
 
 

25.06.02

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