Fantasy Comes To Life (M/Self, F/M)
Posted: Fri May 31, 2019 3:22 pm
I had been waiting for this trip for months. My family was going on a trip out of Canada to visit relatives that we hadn’t seen in ages, and they would be gone for about a week. Yes I said they. I wouldn’t be going on said trip because I hadn’t booked the appropriate week off from work, or at least that’s what I told my parents. Most guys my age would use the week off with an empty house to throw parties or something and while I had considered that, I had come up with a much better idea. I would use the week off for a series of uninterrupted self bondage activities!
After giving me the long typical pre-trip speech that most parents give their home alone child, my family was on their way out the door. They had barely pulled out of the driveway when I was already up in my room, pulling out the big black gym back that I used to store all of my bondage toys. I opened it up and began to rummage through the items, planning out the first part of my day. There were handcuffs, several lengths of rope, rolls of duct tape, vet wrap, electrical tape, saran wrap, blindfolds, ball gags, and even a leather sensory deprivation hood. I spent the first bit of the day just trying stuff out. I stuck the ball gag in my mouth, blindfolded myself and handcuffed myself to a pole in my basement. Later I mummified my toes all the way up to my waist in saran wrap and duct tape. I even spent an hour with the leather hood on, done up loosely with my hands handcuffed behind my back.
It was getting to the late afternoon and having made myself some lunch, I sat down to think of what I could do next while I ate. All the items I had didn’t really keep me secure, the major downside to self bondage is knowing you can get free at any time. But that’s when I got the idea of blanket mummification. It had always been one of my favourites, and as such it was the type of bondage I had the most practice and experience with. Using the technique I had cobbled together from watching videos and seeing pictures of other lucky individuals who have experienced blanket mummification before, I had been able to achieve a fairly restrictive mummification in the past. Sure it was still escapable but it took way more time and effort than simply flipping the release switch on my handcuffs.
Once I’d finished eating I set about collecting everything I needed for my mummification. First I went into my room and gathered up the three massive king size plush blankets I owned as well as some rope, and vet wrap from my duffel bag. I carried all of this to the master bedroom as it had the necessary floor space to lay the blankets out, one on top of the other. I placed the rope and vet wrap on my parents bed and returned to my room. I grabbed a pair of clean ankle socks, a black sherpa lined hoodie, a pair of thick wool socks, a pair of sweatpants, and my plush navy blue onesie. I returned to the master bedroom for the final few items. I liked to layer up on soft items when I did stuff like this and my mother’s closet was a great place to find extra soft clothing. I opened up her closet and grabbed a super thick brown wool turtleneck, a pair of her white plush pyjama pants, and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. Finally I grabbed a long black wool scarf and laid it on the bed
With my clothing gathered I started getting ready. First I stripped down to just my underwear and began by pulling on the plush pyjama pants. Next up was the wool turtleneck, followed by my wool socks. I tucked the pyjama pants into the socks, then pulled on the pink fuzzy socks, followed by my sweatpants, and finally the sherpa lined hoodie. Last but not least I stepped into the onesie and zipped it up all the way to the base of my neck. Immediately I could feel the heat start to build, and I could feel my heart beating faster with excitement. I reached for the two ankle socks, folded them and pushed them into my mouth. I pulled the hood of my sweater up before grabbing the roll of vet wrap and setting to secure the socks in my mouth. The first pass of the wrapping was a cleave, followed by 4 OTM layers. I used up the last of the wrap going under my chin and over the top of my head, forcing me to bite down into the socks. I gave a few test “mmmphs” and was satisfied with the gag. Next I grabbed one of the three coils of rope I had with me. The next few minutes were spent wrapping the rope around my ankles and above and below my knees, with each coil pulled tightly and cinched before being knotted off at the back.
I then grabbed the scarf and set it down beside me as I moved into position on the blankets. I sat on the first layer so that when I lied down I would be lying diagonally across the blanket, with my head at one corner and a decent amount of room between my feet and the opposite corner. Satisfied with my positioning I pulled the corner closest to my feet up and over them so that the tip of the corner reached to about my knees. Next I pulled the lower right side of the blanket over my legs and tucked it in tightly. Now came the trickiest part. I shifted myself over, so that now I was lying parallel to the two blankets underneath. I grabbed the black wool scarf and tied it tightly over my eyes. It was long enough that I was able to make three passes before having to tie it off. I lay back down on the blanket, pulled the rest of the excess first layer across my body and began to roll to the left.
Within just a few seconds I was tightly mummified in the first blanket, but as I’m sure you can gather I wasn’t done there. After a bit of a struggle I was able to locate and grab the edge of the second blanket layer, and roll myself tightly back to the right. Now came the most difficult part, the moment where success meant a nice, tight, difficult but not impossible to escape from mummification, and failure meant I would essentially be half bound and gagged, sloppily wrapped in three plush blankets. I found the corner of the third layer of blankets, pinched and held as tight as I could with my fingers inhibited by two thick layers of soft material, and began to roll back to the left. I rolled to where I thought the blanket ended, then rolled once more to be sure, leaving me staring face up at the ceiling, well if I could see that is. I tested my bonds. Legs: completely immobile, the rope work and swaddling had done their job. Upper Body: Similarly well bound. I couldn’t move my arms out from my sides at all! I had done it, I had successfully pulled off my self mummification and I was on top of the world. I squirmed for a bit, enjoying the feeling of my soft clothing rubbing against the blankets, and enjoying the feel of the plush fabric against my hands. I “mmphed” quietly to myself a few times through my gag, and began to notice how incredibly comfortable I was. I wasn’t overheating, I’d reached a comfortable toasty state, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavy behind the blindfold. “There’s no harm in dozing off.” was the last thought I had before drifting into sleep.
To Be Continued
After giving me the long typical pre-trip speech that most parents give their home alone child, my family was on their way out the door. They had barely pulled out of the driveway when I was already up in my room, pulling out the big black gym back that I used to store all of my bondage toys. I opened it up and began to rummage through the items, planning out the first part of my day. There were handcuffs, several lengths of rope, rolls of duct tape, vet wrap, electrical tape, saran wrap, blindfolds, ball gags, and even a leather sensory deprivation hood. I spent the first bit of the day just trying stuff out. I stuck the ball gag in my mouth, blindfolded myself and handcuffed myself to a pole in my basement. Later I mummified my toes all the way up to my waist in saran wrap and duct tape. I even spent an hour with the leather hood on, done up loosely with my hands handcuffed behind my back.
It was getting to the late afternoon and having made myself some lunch, I sat down to think of what I could do next while I ate. All the items I had didn’t really keep me secure, the major downside to self bondage is knowing you can get free at any time. But that’s when I got the idea of blanket mummification. It had always been one of my favourites, and as such it was the type of bondage I had the most practice and experience with. Using the technique I had cobbled together from watching videos and seeing pictures of other lucky individuals who have experienced blanket mummification before, I had been able to achieve a fairly restrictive mummification in the past. Sure it was still escapable but it took way more time and effort than simply flipping the release switch on my handcuffs.
Once I’d finished eating I set about collecting everything I needed for my mummification. First I went into my room and gathered up the three massive king size plush blankets I owned as well as some rope, and vet wrap from my duffel bag. I carried all of this to the master bedroom as it had the necessary floor space to lay the blankets out, one on top of the other. I placed the rope and vet wrap on my parents bed and returned to my room. I grabbed a pair of clean ankle socks, a black sherpa lined hoodie, a pair of thick wool socks, a pair of sweatpants, and my plush navy blue onesie. I returned to the master bedroom for the final few items. I liked to layer up on soft items when I did stuff like this and my mother’s closet was a great place to find extra soft clothing. I opened up her closet and grabbed a super thick brown wool turtleneck, a pair of her white plush pyjama pants, and a pair of pink fuzzy socks. Finally I grabbed a long black wool scarf and laid it on the bed
With my clothing gathered I started getting ready. First I stripped down to just my underwear and began by pulling on the plush pyjama pants. Next up was the wool turtleneck, followed by my wool socks. I tucked the pyjama pants into the socks, then pulled on the pink fuzzy socks, followed by my sweatpants, and finally the sherpa lined hoodie. Last but not least I stepped into the onesie and zipped it up all the way to the base of my neck. Immediately I could feel the heat start to build, and I could feel my heart beating faster with excitement. I reached for the two ankle socks, folded them and pushed them into my mouth. I pulled the hood of my sweater up before grabbing the roll of vet wrap and setting to secure the socks in my mouth. The first pass of the wrapping was a cleave, followed by 4 OTM layers. I used up the last of the wrap going under my chin and over the top of my head, forcing me to bite down into the socks. I gave a few test “mmmphs” and was satisfied with the gag. Next I grabbed one of the three coils of rope I had with me. The next few minutes were spent wrapping the rope around my ankles and above and below my knees, with each coil pulled tightly and cinched before being knotted off at the back.
I then grabbed the scarf and set it down beside me as I moved into position on the blankets. I sat on the first layer so that when I lied down I would be lying diagonally across the blanket, with my head at one corner and a decent amount of room between my feet and the opposite corner. Satisfied with my positioning I pulled the corner closest to my feet up and over them so that the tip of the corner reached to about my knees. Next I pulled the lower right side of the blanket over my legs and tucked it in tightly. Now came the trickiest part. I shifted myself over, so that now I was lying parallel to the two blankets underneath. I grabbed the black wool scarf and tied it tightly over my eyes. It was long enough that I was able to make three passes before having to tie it off. I lay back down on the blanket, pulled the rest of the excess first layer across my body and began to roll to the left.
Within just a few seconds I was tightly mummified in the first blanket, but as I’m sure you can gather I wasn’t done there. After a bit of a struggle I was able to locate and grab the edge of the second blanket layer, and roll myself tightly back to the right. Now came the most difficult part, the moment where success meant a nice, tight, difficult but not impossible to escape from mummification, and failure meant I would essentially be half bound and gagged, sloppily wrapped in three plush blankets. I found the corner of the third layer of blankets, pinched and held as tight as I could with my fingers inhibited by two thick layers of soft material, and began to roll back to the left. I rolled to where I thought the blanket ended, then rolled once more to be sure, leaving me staring face up at the ceiling, well if I could see that is. I tested my bonds. Legs: completely immobile, the rope work and swaddling had done their job. Upper Body: Similarly well bound. I couldn’t move my arms out from my sides at all! I had done it, I had successfully pulled off my self mummification and I was on top of the world. I squirmed for a bit, enjoying the feeling of my soft clothing rubbing against the blankets, and enjoying the feel of the plush fabric against my hands. I “mmphed” quietly to myself a few times through my gag, and began to notice how incredibly comfortable I was. I wasn’t overheating, I’d reached a comfortable toasty state, and I could feel my eyelids getting heavy behind the blindfold. “There’s no harm in dozing off.” was the last thought I had before drifting into sleep.
To Be Continued