continued from part 3

Part 4: Tuesday

I don’t think I’ve ever slept quite like I did that night. I was shattered, I was sore and I was sweaty. And yet I couldn’t help but feel eager for the next day of being Stacey’s pet. I’d realised that slowly but surely, I was becoming her hapless slave more and more. It was a good thing we were doing this for a week only, or I might not have been able to stop! I’d have become totally her slave! Not that I guess that would be a bad thing. Not at all!

I could tell this was affecting me just by my dreams. Despite being into bondage for so many years, I’ve never had proper dreams about bondage. They always hinted it, or got to a point, then stopped short. But that night, all I dreamt about was being loved and valued as Stacy’s slave. I dreamed of all that she had done to me, and all that she could do to me. It made for a surprisingly good night’s sleep! Or maybe I was just so exhausted. I was defiantly tired; I didn’t even hear Stacey when she came into the bathroom in the morning to get ready. She must have realised how extreme this had all been over the past few days, because she left me to sleep while she got ready. Or maybe she just figured there would be no way I could ‘hold’ her towel again and still control myself.

When I did wake, it was from something tapping on my head. I moved my jaw and felt that my gag had been removed, and as I opened my eyes, the very first thing I saw were those boots. Well, one of them anyway, the other was nudging my head to wake me up. So sexy, so commanding. I don’t know what came other me, but without being told to, I moved towards the planted boot and slowly began to lick it.

“My, we are eager, aren’t we slave?” Stacey laughed in delight. I think she knew exactly how much I was under her spell by now. “But I think you’ve done enough licking for now,” she smiled, pulling her boot away. I almost felt disappointed. I looked up at her, and noticed that Stacey was wearing that sexy leather jacket again, but zipped up this time, and her short black skirt. She playfully moved away so I couldn’t see up it from where I was on the floor. But it wasn’t the leather I focused on; it was those seductive eyes that just seemed to be dreaming up new ways to make me helpless.

“Come with me, my pet” Stacey purred, grabbing my lead and pulling me towards the door, “I have a treat in store for you today.”

“A treat, Mistress?” I ventured, but all I got in return was a very seductive look. I shuffled after my Mistress the best I could, though the idea of a treat possibly speed me up slightly. After much shuffling, we arrived right at the foot of Stacey’s bed. “What are you waiting for, doggy? Up!” Stacey laughed. She watched as I struggled to climb up onto the bed with my wrists and ankles tied, and did absolutely nothing to help me. It was surprisingly difficult, but eventually, I made it. Stacey eyed me evilly. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she was tempted to push me off the bed, just to make me try all that again. But in the end, this ‘treat’ must have been too tempting, because she didn’t.

“Now stay still...” Stacey commanded, as she climbed on to the bed with me. She smiled as she forced me to lie down, and straddled me, pinning me down. I squirmed a little, but all this achieved was a tight squeeze with Stacey’s legs. “Struggle like that again and I’ll string you up in the bathroom for the rest of the week!” she threatened, sweetly. I didn’t move an inch from that point on - I knew full well she’d do it.

“Good slave,” Stacey cooed, as she got what she needed ready. She took my wrists and tied them to the bed poles, then did the same with my ankles, tying me spread eagle. To say I was curious was an understatement! Then, my heart skipped a beat as Stacey rummaged around in a bag behind her on the bed, and pulled out a roll of cling film. I think I knew exactly what this ‘treat’ was going to be.

“I’ve always wanted to do this to you babe, and I know you’ve always wanted it,” she smiled seductively as she picked up the rubber ball and a roll of duct tape from the bag, “and now just seems the perfect opportunity, don’t you agree honey?”

“Stace, I...mmmmmppppphhhh!” I tried to say, as Stacey shoved the rubber ball in my mouth, and then went round and round and round with the tape.

“Good boy, I knew you’d be pleased!” Stacey laughed, ignoring my gagged struggling. Without another word, she turned her attention to one of my legs, and begun wrapping the plastic wrap around it. She was very meticulous, making sure it seemed like an even wrap all the way round. She left my bound foot for a minute and then moved to the other leg, and wrapped this just as meticulously. It felt so strange to feel my skin being completely encased in the wrap. Once both legs were done, Stacey untied one of them from the bed.

“You be a good boy and don’t struggle now,” Stacey smiled sadistically, “Or you won’t enjoy this nearly as much as I intend you to...”

At this point, I knew I didn’t have a say in the matter, Stacey would have me anyway she wanted me, no matter what I did. So like a good slave, I didn’t struggle. With my leg free, Stacey went to work on my foot. She skilfully wrapped it in the cling film, making it seamless with my already wrapped leg. She then proceeded to do the same to my other foot. I was stunned that she was so good at this, considering she hadn’t actually done it to me before. By the time I was finished, I had two legs nicely wrapped in plastic. I couldn’t move my feet. Stacey observed me trying to move my feet and giggled.

“I think you might find it awkward to walk like that,” she purred, “but then I didn’t have walking in mind.” And with that, she grabbed my legs, and began wrapping them together. She was just as meticulous with this layer as when she was doing my legs individually, and it took very little time for her to weld my legs and feet together. I felt like a mermaid!

“Mmmmpphh!” I cried through my gag. I was loving this, but was still a little nervous. I knew I was in safe hands though. Stacey merely smiled and leaned over me.

“Stop whimpering, slave, I’m nowhere near finished with you yet!” She smiled, her hair drifting over her eyes.

Stacey then turned her attention back to more pressing matters, and began to wrap my arms, just as she had my legs. Having my arms wrapped, unable to bend, I realised just how helpless I was becoming. I noticed that Stacey was adding more layers to my joints, to limit my movement, and realised she'd done the same to my legs. Once my arms were completely wrapped, she untied them from the bed and whispered in my ear.

“Now be a good boy and hold your hand out flat, fingers together,” she breathed, “and I’ll give you a little treat.” Dutifully, I did as I was asked. I’d have done it even if she hadn’t have offered a treat. Soon, my arms were wrapped just as my legs had been.

“Mmmmm, good boy. You’re starting to look very sexy!” Stacey purred, obviously pleased with her efforts so far, “I think it’s time for your treat.”

At first I didn’t understand what she meant, as she got some pillows and used then to lift me off the bed; under my thighs and around the small of my back. Then she began to wrap my crotch area in plastic too. I think it was then it dawned on me just how far it was going. But as Stacey wrapped, I noticed she made sure my penis was left exposed.

“Your treat, baby,” she said, noticing the widening of my eyes, “is to have your cock free to be stimulated....” she grinned “...for now at least!”

Stacey continued to wrap and wrap, until she was satisfied my crotch was wrapped sufficiently. Then, she took my arms, and brought them down so they were touching my sides. With an evil grin, she began the final part of restricting my mobility, wrapping my arms to my body. It was slow and methodical, making sure to keep it tight, as she moved the pillows along to allow her to wrap right around my body. Eventually, she came right up to my shoulders. She used even more cling film (how much did she have?) to make sure no inch of my body was left exposed. By the time she was finished, I was like a shiny looking worm.

“Mmmm, having fun, sweetie?” Stacey asked, as she finished. I nodded, despite any misgivings I had. I was now so aroused that I couldn’t help myself. “Good,” she said, as she pulled something from her bag, “because there is one more thing left to wrap...” I struggled as I realised what it was. It was one of those rubber swimming hat things, and Stacey wasted no time in pulling it over my hair. There was only one reason she’d do that....

“Let’s get started then, hmmm?” she purred, and without listening to me, she began to wrap even further, before long, my neck was encased (Stacey was careful to make sure I could still breath, not making it too tight) and then began wrapping my head. Again, I was amazed at how well she was able to do it. Eventually, thought she had left my eyes and nostrils uncovered, my head had joined my body in its shiny new prison. Stacey seemed very excited, and couldn’t resist slowly rubbing my wrapped up body as she straddled me.

“I think I could get used to this,” she laughed, watching me squirm feebly in my cocoon, “You look just like a worm, pet. You finally look as worthless as you are!” She laughed and looked down at my cock. She had been very careful not to touch it while she had been wrapping me, making sure that I could have no release. She laughed as I looked at her hopefully, and simply got up and walked out of the room, leaving me helpless on her bed.

* * *

She left me like that for a little while, with just my thoughts for company. Oh, and a raging hard on. A few times I thought I could vaguely hear her on the phone. I wonder who she was talking to.

I couldn’t believe quite how this felt. I was so restricted it was insane. Not like when she’d bound me to the chair yesterday, this was different; that felt secure, this felt total.

Stacey came back after a little while – I could hear the clicking of her heels.

“Mmmm, you look good enough to eat,” she purred as she straddled me again, and begun rubbing herself against me, still careful not to disturb my cock, “but I want my mummy to be even more secure!”

I moaned into my gag as I saw her remove several rolls of silver duct tape from her bag. I knew I wasn’t getting out of this for quite a while yet. Laughing she began to wrap me again, starting from the tips of my toes and working her way up. I couldn’t quite believe how much of an effect the layers of duct tape had. I thought I was helpless before, but as my Mistress worked her way up my body, I could feel just how much tighter my bonds were becoming. I didn’t struggle; I knew there was no escape.

Stacey hummed to herself as she worked, slowly, methodically; making sure every wrap was as tight as it could be. Occasionally she taunted me, and smiled and laughed at my gagged responses. When she got to my crotch, again she playfully avoided my rigid member, and continued the wrapping right up to my shoulders, so I was a nice silver mummy. Half way through, she sighed.

“This is hard work, slave,” she said, as she took off her jacket to reveal her naked tits, “I hope you appreciate it....” She didn’t need me to tell her, my cock was evidence enough.

Eventually, she reached my shoulders, but this time she didn’t even stop when she got there, she carried on going, and soon my entire body was tightly wrapped in silver duct tape.

“Mmmmmpppphhh!!” I tried to wiggle, but I couldn’t.

“Haha, go ahead and struggle you little maggot,” Stacey mocked ruthlessly, “I’ve got you right where I want you now.” She lay on the bed next to me, stroking the layers and layers of tape, but still – frustratingly – she avoided my cock. It felt like it was going to burst!

“Well, we’re in the home stretch now, my little wiggling slave,” Stacey purred. There was more? And sure enough, Stacey revealed even more reels of duct tape with a dramatic flourish, this time black. She laughed at my obvious amazement. “I better take this off while I’m working, don’t want to get even hotter,” she giggled, as she stripped of her leather skirt, leaving her gorgeous naked body completely uncovered, other than those sexy boots. She wasted no time in repeating the whole process with the black tape. By the time I was wrapped head to toe in black duct tape, I felt as though I was bound as tightly as I would ever be. I couldn’t move a muscle, and my mouth was securely taped shut under layer after layer of tape.

“Mmmmm, you look wonderful!” Stacey moaned. Even her voice was muffled slightly under all that tape over my ears! “But there is just one more thing to do...” I watched her pick up a handkerchief and the roll of black duct tape. “See you soon, my pet!” Stacey purred, and despite my ‘mmmpphhs’, she placed the scarf over my eyes, and efficiently wrapped layer after layer over my eyes, blinding me. She wrapped around my eyes and the surrounding area, until the only notable features of my head where my frantically breathing nostrils and a cute little bulge where my nose used to be.

“MMMMMMPPPHH!” I screamed, as just for a few seconds, Stacey popped her fingers over my nose, cutting off my air. It was only for a second or two, but it made my already close to bursting cock push the boundaries of what it could contain.

“Mmmm, now be a good little toy, or I could simply put some tape over those nostrils and watch you REALLY squirm!” she laughed sadistically. I knew Stacey would never actually do that, she knew what was too far, but the message was clear; I totally belonged to her! “You’ve been a very good boy while I’ve been wrapping you up,” Stacey stated, “so it’s time for that reward I promised you.”

I had no idea what she was doing, now not being able to see, but suddenly I felt her straddle me, and my cock enter her. After so long of being totally denied, and being so totally restricted, I felt like my entire body simply exploded in sexual desire. I tried my best to thrust deeper, but all I could manage was a feeble squirming, and Stacey laughed at my uselessness. “Come on maggot!” she laughed, “your Mistress wants a reward for all her hard work!”

And so I continued to thrust, and so did she, as she clawed and rubbed herself against me encased body. Whether it was the thrill of knowing I was so securely imprisoned, I don’t know, but when she came, she gasped in pleasure. I’d have done the same, as my cock exploded deep inside her, but my gag was far too tight for anyone to hear it. Eventually she got off and lay down on top of me, idly stroking my taped head.

“Mmmm, I do love you like this, baby,” she purred, “I’ve made you into all you really are now. A cock! That’s all you are, baby, my own personal fuck toy!”

“Mmmmmpppphhh!!” I moaned, realising how truly helpless I now was. I felt Stacey climb back up towards my cock.

“Come on, sex toy,” Stacey smiled, “I’m not done with you yet!”

* * *

Stacey used me as her sex toy several more times, before eventually just leaving me in my cocoon for a while. I don’t know how long I was wrapped up for without her. It felt like an eternity and a flash at the same time. I couldn’t quite grasp exactly how I felt. I should have felt terrified; I was blind, half deaf, unable to speak, and totally restricted in every way, knowing that at any time, Stacey could do anything, even tape over my airway if she wanted to! But I wasn’t, I felt elated, at peace. I drifted inside my bindings, thinking just how much I loved my Mistress. I may have been her slave, but right now, I’d never felt more free. I heard a faint clicking on the hard floor – Stacey must have got dressed again, with those sexy boots that consume my thoughts. Suddenly, I felt a hand stroking my cock.

“Mmmmmpppphhh!!” I moaned, wiggling in satisfaction. Stacey laughed.

“How is my little parcel?” she queried, stroking my cock and watching my body quiver. She laughed to see my active struggling reduced to little more than a faint twitch, barely noticeable. “I suppose I should let you out, it’s getting late...” she conceded.

I sighed into my gag. As much fun as this was, I was getting slightly stiff, and I knew she was probably right. I felt her crawl up beside me and put her face close to mine.

“But where is the fun in that?” she purred, and suddenly the hand stroking my cock grabbed it and bent it down towards my toes.

“MMMMMMPPPHH!” I screamed in pain, but Stacey only laughed.

“You won’t be needing this anymore!” she cried, and suddenly I heard the distinctive rrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiipp of the duct tape, and felt as Stacey securely taped my cock down, bending the wrong way, facing my toes. I was in agony as she wrapped the tape round and round, until my cock was no longer visible – just another part of the mummy. I felt her climb up on top of me again, and felt her knee digging into where my cock was. Suddenly I heard the doorbell ring.

“Perfect timing!” Stacey clapped, “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to love you and leave you honey....” I moaned in protest, what did she mean?

“While you were drifting alone with your thoughts earlier, I called up Steve,. You remember Steve don’t you?” she purred. I DID remember Steve. It was no secret he had the hots for Stacey, and seemed to view me as simply an obstacle in his quest to fuck her. I started squirming hard, to Stacy’s amusement. “Looks like you do, hehe” she laughed, “well I fancied going out tonight, but it seems you and your cock....” she patted my encased member “...won’t be able to accommodate me tonight, so I thought I’d pick up a hot stud and let him take me instead.” I was screaming into my gag now. “Mmmm, I bet he fucks like a beast!” Stacey purred close to my ear, “Maybe after we’ve had a few drinks we’ll go back to his and fuck. Or maybe we can come back here and I’ll show him up here. I’m sure he’d LOVE to see you like this!”

Stacey giggled as she watched me thrash uselessly against my comprehensive bindings, before I (quietly) heard her whisper into my ear, “don’t you like being a slave anymore, slut?” . I sobbed into my gag, as I felt her give me a tight hug “I’m only teasing baby, you’re the only guy for me. Steve is not even half the man you are. It’s only Charlie, we’re going out for a drink.”

I slumped in my bindings. The feeling of relief was so immense. I felt Stacey kiss my heavily gagged mouth “I love you so much, my Mummy!” She leaned in closer and whispered, “But maybe I will find a nice fit girl to pleasure me.... better hope I don’t bring her back here babe, we could have a lot of fun with a fuck toy like you.” And with that I felt her get off me and head to the front door. I heard a few faint words of greeting, then a slam, and she was gone...

* * *

I don’t know how long I was wrapped like that, it could have been hours! I think I might have dozed off once or twice, but never for long – I was just to consumed with waiting for my Mistress and girlfriend to come home. I was really quite stiff by now, and though the thrill of being my Mistress’ wrapped up parcel hadn’t worn off, I think I was ready to be released. That said, if Stacey DID find a girl – I dreaded to think of the consequences for me. Finally, I heard the door open and then close. I waited with bated breath, but luckily, it sounded like she was alone.

“Mmmm, hey babe!” Stacey cooed as she entered the room. She reached down stroked my consumed cock, “Had a good night?” She laughed as I..... well let’s just say it was probably a good thing I was gagged!

“You ready for release babe?” She asked, as she straddled me. I nodded. “Awww, that’s a shame, cos you’re not getting out any time soon!” I moaned loudly, but she just purred loudly. “I realised you haven’t had much of a chance to sleep comfortably slave, and I’m sorry about that,” Stacey purred, “so tonight, I’ve made sure you will be nice and cosy!” She laughed at my attempts to protest, but I quickly realised there was no point. I heard her get up again, waited a few minutes, and then I heard the click of the light, and felt Stacey get into the bed next to me.

“Mmmm, my own big taped up teddy bear,” Stacey cooed, putting her arms around her helpless captive as she lay in bed beside me.

“Sweet dreams, my love!” Stacey purred, as she squeezed my body and relaxed, falling into a peaceful sleep.

I just lay there, totally encased, totally restrained and totally helpless. All I had to keep me company were me thoughts and the pain of my bent cock. In a sense, I was totally alone...

But then as I thought about it, laying there in the arms of my loving Mistress, I realised I was wrong, I was far from alone.

And there was nowhere else I’d rather be.

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