I'm back and I lived through this ordeal!
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My perceived times of when things occurred may be a bit off because I didn’t have a clock all the time.
Friday afternoon hubby gave me a wonderfully relaxing colonic for an hour and a half. I was already completely cleaned out so the water flow in and out was absolutely smooth both ways. I hardly had to massage my abdomen to circulate the water. The filling sensation to fullness and the suction pulling the water out of me were both wonderful.
Beth and Joan arrived at 6 PM. Around 7:00 PM Friday evening Joan, Beth, my husband and I went upstairs to the bedroom and I stripped down. My husband inserted a 30cc 20 French Foley catheter and a 48 French red rubber colon tube about 18 inches and taped it to my butt cheek and thigh so it would not be displaced. My husband bought me long thermal cotton underwear so the plastic wouldn’t be directly on my skin and the catheter and colon tube were passed through a hole he cut in the crotch. He cut two holes in the top for my 34C breasts to pass through.
After doing this, they stood me up next to the table and mummified me with the shrink wrap and gorilla tape which took about an hour. They didn’t use any heat to shrink it because the plastic film has enough stretch to be snug enough by itself and too much tension would cut off circulation. They used abdominal compression bandages over my vulva and anus and 2x2 pads over my nipples to allow easy uncovering of those areas after the mummy was complete. They applied about a half of the 600 foot, six inch wide roll of shrink wrap. After the plastic film was on, they put on a roll and a half of Gorilla duct tape to really stiffen the mummy. After the mummification was complete, they literally lifted me onto our three by seven foot bondage table and used my favorite mostly white, partly blue with flecks of red 3/8” Sta-Set rope to hold me down. I wore my favorite leather and stainless steel mesh ankle cuffs that were locked on as well as restrained with a matching leather and stainless mesh waist belt giving two more points of attachment to both sides of my waist. My black padded leather collar with metal studs was on the loose side so I could turn my head and lift it slightly giving two more points of attachment, for a total of six.
They took a lesson from how I mummified my husband and cut off the plastic and tape from my pubic and anal areas and nipples so bare skin and orifices would be exposed there and the catheter and colon tube would come through the mummy. I reminded them to apply the chest area loose enough so I could do a good inhalation and cough effectively. It was impossible for me to flex my legs at all. I couldn’t bend my arms either because they were wrapped to my sides with a slight bend at my elbows. They put on the BP cuff after my forearms were bound. The pulse oximeter went on my finger after I was on the table and everything else was battened down. The catheter was connected to the urine bag and the colon tube was attached to the enema drain bag. They took my oral temperature every hour since my temperature regulation with the plastic was somewhat limited. They had blankets for me when I wanted one.
After what seemed to be about 7-8 hours, it was dark outside in the middle of the night, and my husband had gone to sleep in the guest room. I needed my music to dull the boredom of no movement and no sound. At that point I didn’t want the television on because the light flashing with the scenery changes were annoying.
Joan was standing on my side consoling me because I was going a little crazy and maybe being a little whiney about the boredom and helplessness of the very long restraint, which at that point was longer than I had ever gone before with no breaks, when out of nowhere, Beth came beside me, slapped me hard in the face and said YOU CAN DO THIS. YOU ARE GOING TO DO THIS! She admitted she could never have tolerated that kind of restraint but she knew I could do it if I put my mind to it. As an added incentive she masturbated me to a terrific orgasm but that wonderful gift came with a heavy price.
When my husband came in to greet me after he woke up Saturday morning he started to oral me and then he stopped. He told me he could tell by my secretions I had an orgasm. He went to our equipment room and came back with a battery powered piezo-electric sparker—actually an Olympian GM-12 furnace lighter. At first I wasn’t sure if he brought it out to use it or to threaten and scare me because he stood over me and licked my nipples as he fingered my clitoris, but once my nipples were erect and wet, he alternated holding the sparker on each of my nipples. I screamed and thought I was going to die. This sparker sends out current at about ten sparks per second until you let go of the trigger. My nipples hurt like hell and I could imagine that only cutting the nipples off with a scissor could make them hurt more. Beth screamed for him to stop and she told my husband that she was the one who masturbated me, hoping I would get a reprieve. Believe me, a few seconds with that sparker is all it takes to be redeemed for your biggest transgressions. I have to say that the orgasm with Beth felt a little strange because normally when I approach orgasm, there is a tingling sensation that starts at about the same time in my breasts and around my knees that slowly converges on my vagina and clitoris. As the approaching orgasm progresses to the “point of no return” and beyond, I reflexively arch my back and tuck my pelvis, but the rigidity of the mummy prevented me from doing this, so the overall body sensation was different and lacking somewhat despite the strong orgasmic sensations in my pelvis.
After I was released on Sunday, Beth said, “do you remember when I slapped you?" HA! I told her I’m going to remember that for a LONG time. She apologized for slapping me. I still have a bit of her hand print on my face.
On Saturday, my husband decided he was going to play “doctor” with me and he was regularly checking my blood glucose every two or three hours because he said I was lean and he wanted to make sure my blood sugar didn’t get too low, but still that wasn’t necessary—they weren’t starving me. I feel certain he just wanted to stick me every few hours and see me bleed a little here and there.
What seemed like half an hour after my breakfast, which was a cup of very strong coffee and a scrambled egg fed to me by Joan, my husband sat me partially up on the table and put a leather hood on me that snugly laced up in the back so I couldn’t see the sun light or any light for that matter. Very clever of him to give me coffee. It helped ensure I would be awake more than if I could just fall asleep to pass the time. This particular hood had the eyes covered, a beak for the nose, small holes for the nostrils and had an open mouth. I saw no light at all through that hood. He laid me back down and re-attached my collar so I couldn’t lift my head much or move around. During the afternoon he periodically used the previously inserted colon tube to give me pint to quart sized enemas which were allowed to drain back out after about ten minutes through the colon tube. It was interesting that I felt buzzed after the enemas and then realized he was pumping me full of coffee! It seems my high school and college submissive friend with benefits/boyfriend/husband has definitely earned his “DOM Wings”.
When it started getting dark outside around sunset, he took the hood off again. Saturday evening he was watching TV in the bedroom so Joan, Beth and I got to watch too. The three of them had the shrimp and prime rib for dinner that I had partially prepared for them. They fed me shakes made with chocolate and vanilla flavored whey protein and Guernsey milk, which actually tastes very good for a shake and I often have that as a fast snack, but it wasn’t shrimp, prime rib and veggies. We were awake through Saturday Night Live, then my husband and Beth stayed awake with me as Joan slept in the guest room.
During the night I was a little restless partially due to the coffee they were pumping into me during the day and that my muscles were getting fatigued from not being used. In the middle of the night my husband and Beth decided it would be nice to masturbate me and since this time it was his idea, I had permission to have an orgasm. They used a magic wand with nothing between it and my vulva, which I usually find too strong for me, but that didn’t stop them. They made me cum and then didn’t stop after my orgasm. I told them several times to take it away but they kept holding it on me. Finally they took it off, gave me five or ten minutes to rest and did it again with a small pillow between me and the wand, which is my preferred way to use it. After that I finally went to sleep and stayed asleep until the daylight shined in the bedroom windows. It was cloudy when I woke up.
Around 8 AM this (Sunday) morning, my husband deflated and removed the Foley and the colon tube and wiped my butt. Then the shrink wrap and duct tape was cut and removed and I was finally released about 10 minutes later Sunday morning with the dreary cloudy daylight barely shining in the windows. The long underwear my husband bought for me was a nice addition. It made cutting the mummy off easier and my skin didn’t feel so clammy. After about 36 hours of captivity the first thing I wanted to do when I was free was to just lie in bed for two or three minutes, move my arms and legs and then take a walk around the house to get everything moving again.
We all relaxed for a while in our bedroom and then went downstairs to the kitchen to have breakfast. An hour after breakfast was over, Beth and Joan went home, I gave my husband a loving blowjob for giving me what turned out to be a wonderful experience and I took a nice warm shower. I was amazed that I was able to tolerate approximately 35 hours of captivity as a mummy. I owe Beth thanks for that slap in the face and the encouragement to stay the course, not give up and to force myself to push my submissive limits in bondage farther than I have ever done before.
By the way, after the incident with the sparker on my nipples for having an “unapproved orgasm,” I decided not to hold my breath in the middle of the night which would have set off the pulse oximeter PO2 alarm which was set at 85%. I just couldn’t handle all that pain again if my husband decided my punishment was to be more of the sparker on my nipples because being so tightly restrained there is no ability to wiggle out of the way. All my BP, blood glucose, pulse rate and PO2 stayed in the normal range. Peaks of BP and pulse occurred when being masturbated and after the sparker was used on me.
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