I had been told to expect rubber and plastic in equal amounts in my pre-session email. Mistress in her heavy rubber looked like the rubber Queen whereas I looked more like a bug, rigid in a plastic cocoon, waiting to be devoured.
Mistress Maggie was dressed in a spectacular black latex gown, shiny thigh high, laced black boots, an open faced latex hood topped off with a plume of plaited hair, I was dressed head to toe in very tight shrink wrap plastic. Mistress is a very clever wrapper; after all, why did she perform a full wrap with me standing and then cut away the knees?. Answer: it is impossible to sit down on the bondage chair from a standing position without the cut-aways. The knees, and rest of me, were soon covered in more plastic as I was wrapped again, this time firmly attaching me to the chair. A quick blast with the hairdryer, then Mistress was off regulating my air intake.
providing reassurance to both myself and Maggie that I was still alive! Breathing was occasionally interrupted with a sharp intake of breath and a dead silence as I acclimatised to the million volts coursing through cock and balls. They were the only part of me exposed to the elements. Just enough to apply an electrode and allow Maggie to have a little extra fun with an electric box. I later discovered that she had used a BBQ fork to complete the circuit!
Note the clever application of tape around the mouth to provide a small, clear opening so the face mask could be worn for a long time without the plastic closing and spoiling the effect. As I said, Maggie is really good at this.
