She smoothed the cellophane tightly and smoothly over the hand lightly gripping the rubber ball and up to the elbow. She had covered it with several layers already, and it was already difficult to make out the fingers through the plastic. With a grin of satisfaction, she put the cellophane down and reached for the pink duct tape. In short order, the hand was brightly pink, like the one on the other side.
"OK, my little Slut, now onto the rest of you," Mistress Z said with satisfaction, "put your pretty pink hands over your head."
I grunted in reply. This was pretty much all I could do, as my mouth had already been tightly stuffed with two thongs, held in place with several layers of pink bandage. Mistress had informed me that they had been given to her by two of her co-workers as a birthday present for me, and who had been informed of where they would end up. Since she had never told me which of her co-workers had made the gift, I was always a little pink-faced with embarrassment forever after when entering the store. The taste led one to believe that some disrobing had been necessary to get the thongs. Also, that there was a certain amount of excitement about where they would end up.
Mistress wrapped my chest with the cellophane, and then told me to lower my hands. They were quickly affixed with the duct tape to my sides over the plastic, and then I was wrapped with several layers of cellophane from my shoulders to my waist. She then added a layer of the pink duct tape – "just for added security," she informed me with a wink. Her pretty blue eyes were shining with the excitement of upcoming birthday surprises.
She had me bend over the low table she had brought into the room, made of a long 1x6 and two low saw horses. Lubing my rear end, she proceeded to fill me with a rather large set of anal beads. I was glad she had cleaned me out with an enema earlier. The beads, as well as my rapidly stiffening cock, were soon securely behind layers of plastic and tape as well. My legs and feet soon followed.
"Carefully now, sit on the table," she commanded, and then helped me to lie down. Starting at my feet and working to my shoulders, she covered me in several more layers of plastic and tape, securing me tightly to the board.
"Last thing, and then we can get started," she said with satisfaction. The "last thing" involved filling my ears with ear plugs, covered with cotton and taped into place with athletic tape. A blindfold was placed over my eyes, and then my head was covered with plastic, leaving only my nose open to breathe through.
I was left alone for an indeterminate period of time, and was kind of drifting in and out of sub space. I thought I could hear voices – female? male? – but I couldn't tell if it was the radio or something else. And then the world moved...
...Literally. I was flipped over and was hanging upside down, held to the board by the tape and plastic. I was too shocked to emit a sound, even had I been able. There were some vibrations through the board, and shortly I felt myself swinging slowly back and forth. I was well restrained in my cocoon, and very comfortable hanging there. I was left alone again.
Sometime later, I felt a light breeze, as my cock was cut free of the wrap. I was instantly as hard as a rock. I felt a warm breeze, as if someone were lightly blowing on it. And then a light touch – a feather? This sensation alternated back and forth for a while, driving me crazy with lust, and then I was left alone in the blackness.
