I was able to spend almost 20 minutes luxuriating in the honour of being trusted not to harm Mistress. I then had to concentrate on getting her socks and boots back on, aligning them at the right orientation; socks and then boots placed precisely with the lie of Maggie’s leg and gently easing them home. I do love it when Mistress grants me such great responsibility with her limbs and today we were accompanied by some soothing music, loud enough to be relaxing but not too loud to irritate.
Before my white wrapping could get started I had the pleasure of having a set of electric Kegel balls inserted way up my well-greased bum, and I am ashamed to say I didn’t alert Mistress to the fact that there were no wires attached, and once dressed as a mummy there would be no way to retrofit them. The problem was only noticed later in the session and I am sorry Mistress for this oversight. No doubt there will be a time of reckoning.
Mummification commenced and I was thoroughly wrapped from the foam neck brace that Maggie kindly attached to make the neckline more aesthetic, down to just below cock and balls, or at least the opening in the suit where they would be extracted later no doubt. Arms restricted, there was no way to get free, even if I had any inclination to escape. Now I knew my nipples were going to receive attention as telling me to sit down Mistress used a pair of safety scissors to carefully open two prefect circles around my areola. Armed with her rolls of tape and clingfilm Maggie had me waddle along behind her and we made our way to the Clinic, by this time, Maggie had a rope tether attached to her mummy as a safety measure.
Walking was fine after a fashion, which is more than can be said about arranging myself on the awaiting couch. I couldn’t really bend or balance in a sitting position so I just trusted in Mistress and gravity. Mistress guided and steadied me and I let gravity do the rest. I ended up precisely where I needed to be; seated in the middle of the rubber covered couch. Fortunately the plastic wrap made it very easy for Mistress to swivel me into position.
I helped Maggie to complete her desired mummification by lifting my legs to allow the wrapping and tape strapping between my groin and toes to be completed. Just before Maggie made me blind with a white hood, she produced a diagram of what she was hoping to achieve with the mummification. It was a fine sketch showing me, the mummy. The duct tape strapping was at least diagonal up and down the body and that was all I could honestly say. I was certainly not underdressed in all my white bondage. All I knew was I felt snug and was definitely not free. The white hood also felt snug, soft and very comfortable, it had no openings other than two nose holes allowing easy breathing, and there the freedom ended.
Mistress applied a pair of suction cups to my nipples to pump them up and prepare them for the increased sensations to be expected from her new nipple stretchers. Forever kind and thoughtful Maggie granted me a few good puffs of aromas delivered from her halothane set up, with Mistress using a face mask strategically placed over the holes in the white hood. I relaxed when Mistress mentioned that the nipple pumps were intended to get my nipples ‘in the mood’.
More relief and relaxation was administered each time the anaesthesia mask was placed over my nose holes and I was as ready as I would ever be. A couple of further mood inhalations were used to ensure I was right in the zone for the stretchers. A rebreather bag had been applied to my controlled breathing arrangement and I spent some time relaxing my breathing, and when the bag wasn’t gently rising and falling the white hood achieved almost the same effect, as that too gently rose and fell with each breath. To top off the excitement, or perhaps it should be bottom out my feelings, some form of sound was gently inserted in my already constricted cock. I was ready.
The Twitter photo that Mistress had posted certainly didn’t match the actual method for deploying the nipple stretchers. I thought from the image that the nipple stretchers were actually clamps squeezed onto the nipple. No. Maggie removed the electrics and suction cups and told me to get ready for a small prick!
That small prick turned out to be a flash of searing pain as a huge needle was passed through the right nipple. After a deep breath and another aromas boost I was able to work through the pain, knowing it was what my Mistress wanted and the pain soon subsided into a manageable ache. I was quite pleased that the experience had only elicited a small gasp from myself and my tortured nipple. The only problem was I needed to endure it all again with the left nipple. Fortunately, I now knew the level of pain associated with the needle and was better able to cope with that moment of insertion. It certainly wasn’t as bad as the right one!
Maggie whispered that I was a good slave to go through this to please my Mistress and with all the excitement the inevitable happened down below, and I embarrassed myself again.
When Maggie came to removing the needles it was a breeze, hardly anything more that slight discomfort in each nipple and one little spot of blood, we were then heading for the end of another fantastic session. As Mistress carefully cut away the plastic to once more reveal my latex under suit I had a big smile on my face, because I knew I had pleased my Mistress. She was happy with how her new toys had performed and how I had handled them and declared them a success.