Mummification Machine

I was a happy successful businessman. But somehow I felt there was something missing from my life. I was not able to fulfill my sexual desires. I knew what my fetishes were, but knew I could not find anyone to help me with pleasure in bondage and mummification. So I started to experiment with some self-mummification.

In the basement of my house was a row of structural support posts. These posts were very wide and I found I could use them to help wrap myself. I would wrap saran wrap around the posts, starting from the bottom to the top. I would then attach the saran wrap to myself and begin to walk around the post. As I did so, the saran wrap would mummify me from my neck to about my knees. Here inlays the problem; I could not wrap my head or my feet (I needed my feet to continue to walk around the post). So while I could achieve a fairly nice mummiform, I was nevertheless still not completely mummified. I was constantly thinking of how I could achieve complete mummification, but nothing seemed to come to mind.

It was during a Christmas outing that my answer presented itself. I went to a Christmas Tree lot to get a tree for my place. I found a beautiful seven-foot tree. I placed it in the bed of my truck to take up to the barn and pay for our tree. At the barn, they would prepare the tree for you to take home. First, they placed it on a plate which would vibrate and lose any old needles. Then they would place the tree on this bailing device which would twine and plastic wrap the tree closed. The tree was laid on its side with a cable attached to the base the tree. The tree was then slowly pulled through a cylinder while a mechanical arm circumvented the tree, compressing it down and wrapping it with twine and then plastic wrap. And therein that wonderful machine were the answers to my prayers.

The machine was easily large enough that it could also do the same to a person. All that had to be done was to replace the twine with a good strong plastic pallet wrap. First I had to find one of these machines. The next day I called the tree farm and found out who the manufacturer of the machine was. I called them and was able to secure the delivery of my new automated mummification machine.

When the machine arrived, I quickly set it up. I had already bought some pallet wrap and an oxygen mask for breathing. I had to make some minor adjustments to the machine in order to handle me instead of a tree as well as I wanted to add duct tape to the assortment of wrappings.

I was ready to go!!!

I stripped down naked and put on my chastity. I then grabbed a penis-shaped mouth gag and put it on. I then put a large 2.5-inch wide and 6-inch long anal plug in me. I was just about set, as I laid myself down on the platform and looped the pull cable to my chastity as I would need to go in headfirst so that my arms would be free to punch a breathing hole through my mummiform. I placed a latex hood over my head, it only had a set of holes for my nose but those holes had four-inch tubes that went deep into my nose to prevent the hood from shifting and blocking my nose. Thankfully the “on” switch was within reaching distance as I lay there. I reached for the button and flipped it forward toward the opening of the machine. The machine fired to life as I laid back to await my complete and total mummification. Slowly the cable started to pull me into the machine. The cable pulled much slower than the rotation of the mechanical arm, allowing very tight and complete mummification. I was in absolute ecstasy!! I was finally realizing my fantasy of being completely and helpless encased into a cocoon.

As it covered my face, I was able to quickly rip a small piece off from over my nose and ensure I could breathe. As I quickly placed my hands back down to my side, It hit me… I had forgotten one small detail, that I was going to place a small pocket knife in my hand during my wrapping. This would allow me to later cut myself free. I hurriedly reached for the “off” button but it was too late. The button was just beyond my grasp. There was nothing more I could do but lay back and enjoy becoming a mummy.

The experience was, to say the very least, incredible!! As I was slowly pulled into the machine, the mechanical arm continued its relentless wrapping of my body. The wrap was so tight it felt as though it was becoming a sort of “second skin”. I placed my arms tightly against my body as the wrapping continued. I was slowly but surely becoming a mummy, but how was I going to get out? No time to think about that now, I was going completely and utterly orgasmic! The arm was now done wrapping my upper torso and was continuing on down my pelvic area. The wrapping then continued down my legs and toward my feet. Soon I was completely mummified from head to toe in my new cocoon, the machine clicked off quickly as I must have hit the pressure plate at the end as it knew I was done. I was completely orgasmic and in total ecstasy! My fantasy had finally been fulfilled; to be mummified from head to toe. As I lay there, the heat continued to grow. There was nowhere for my body heat to escape; I was totally wrapped with no possibility to escape. I had started this adventure early in the morning. I had all day to enjoy my new “home” and also to try to figure out how to escape before my landlord was to come to inspect the heater for winter. He was supposed to be here at 5 pm. As hard as I thought, I could not figure out a way to escape from my prison. The wrap was incredibly tight and heavy. All I could do is enjoy my newfound lifestyle.

During the next eight hours, I must have been edged to the brink of an orgasm at least a dozen times just from the thought of being encased in this plastic mummiform as it sent chills of exhilaration though me. I had made myself a slave encased into an inescapable three later cocoon. I could fight and struggle as much as possible, but there was no escape.

It must have been 5 pm because I heard the doorbell, it was at that point I panicked. Oh crap, is he going to come downstairs. I held my breath waiting, hoping that he would leave. It seemed like a few minutes passed by and I did not hear him come in, so he must have left. I was safe, both from being caught and safe in the wrap.

Just as I thought I could stay here all night, I hear the door open upstairs, and footsteps walking down the stairs. I started to panic and squirm to get out, but the machine did too good of a job, I could barely move half an inch.

“What have we here”, I heard a man say, it was for sure my landlord. He was in his late fifties and had the typical plumber’s body, beer belly, and was a little overweight. He paused, I am sure looking around at the situation, but I was not able to see him with the hood on. He touched my toes and then slowly rubbed up against my leg, when he got to my crotch, he felt a little harder. “Oh, a chastity cage, that can only mean one thing, you did this to yourself.” He stated. He pulled away from touching me and it was quiet again for a minute. Then I heard him leave back up the stairs, then back through the front door. I again tried to figure out a way to get out of this predicament and I wasn’t able to move my fingers hardly at all. I was wrapped in shipping plastic wrap, then twine, followed by duct tape. It was so secure that I was constricted in my breathing. I had to try and calm down.

Abruptly I heard the door open again, and a loud noise dragging across the floor. Sounded like a metal banging and I could not make it out. Then the noise started banging down the stairs and stopped at my side. I was trying to figure it out and didn’t know what it could be. There was a little bit more knocking and clanging next to me but still clueless to what it could be and all i could see was total darkness. That’s when I heard Larry, my landlord, speak. “Alright, let’s see if we can get you out of this predicament.” I was elated that he was going to help me out, and I lay there eager for him to do whatever he was going to do to help me out.

“Okay, I am going to help you stand up, as you get up, I just want you to lean into me so I can get you away from this machine.” and so I was moved upright and onto my feet, I felt him pull me in toward him. I leaned into him and he lifted me up a little and spun me around a bit. He then put me down and it felt like I was on something higher than the floor. I felt him reach to my side and across my chest to my other side, then I felt what I could only imagine was a strap of some sort. I then heard a click, click, click noise followed by a tightening around my chest. I thought to myself, how is this helping me get out of this mummification? Then he reached next to my head and I felt the same tightening. I was being strapped to a wall or something. I didn’t have anything that I could think of that was ready for straps, but then I was too busy starting to squirm, trying to get out.

Suddenly, the wall fell backward and I was on my back again with a clank as it stopped. Then I heard something on top of me like a wooded panel moving and the noises were now muffled. Bang, Bang, Bang, on top of me, it sounded like a hammer hitting wood all around me and but above me. That lasted for several minutes, and that’s when I figured it out, I was in a box. What was going on, why was Larry doing this? At that point, the box was being lifted back upright, but not all the way, I still felt as if I was tilted backward. Oh crap, I thought as I felt the box moving, it was being rolled around the room, that must have been the sound I heard, a dolly, oh shit!

The movement stopped and I could no longer tell which way I was facing. Then the real movement started. The box I was in felt like it was being lifted and then banged backward, it took a few times to realize that I was being lifted up the stairs on the dolly. I started to squirm more and tried to scream, but the penis gag and hood prevented any noise from escaping the box. It was getting hard to breathe again with the added strap across my chest, I kept telling myself to calm down and breathe. There was nothing I could do, I was trapped in a boxed triple wrapped in bondage.

After a minute or so the banging against the stairs stopped, it was 15 or 16 bangs, but I forgot to count the first two or three, so I was unsure if I was at the top. I was still tilted back a bit and then all of a sudden the box was spinning around, I was heading toward the front door. I could tell when we made it to the door, as the box quickly sped up to get over the door frame, then a sudden jolt down on the other side. It was only a short pause after crossing through the door, then I started moving forward again. I could feel the box slow down and then it dropped and bang! The dolly dropped from the front porch down a stair, Bang, Bang, Bang! He didn’t try to slow down once I started going down the stairs, I was strapped to the box so I wasn’t being jolted around in the box, but it wasn’t pleasant either. After a few more seconds of movement, I was stopped and tilted up straight. I then felt as if I was being lifted again, but It was different. I was being slid as well. Crap, am I being put into his truck? Oh Crap, crap…

It seems to have been several minutes since I stopped moving, a million things were going through my mind, and I had to keep telling myself to remain calm and breathe, plus I was not sure if this box that I was in was sealed or had ventilation. I need to conserve my air, just in case.

I jumped a bit when I heard his truck startup, and I could tell he was backing out of the driveway. When he finished backing up and started to go forward, the box I was in shifted and hit the back of the truck bed. He didn’t tie the box down at all I thought and was wondering if I was going to fall out of the truck. Surely this box would not bounce out of the bed, it’s too heavy. I was continually toasted around in the bed of the truck, but just like with the stairs, I was secured to the box and did not hurt, just startled me each time the box hit. I then remembered that Larry lived 35 miles outside of town, and it was about an hour’s drive, I remember because I had to go get a set of keys from him when I locked myself out a few weeks after moving in. It was 10 miles of dirt roads to get to his house, and I realized that if I was being taken to his house, I would be tossed around for 10 miles on a bumpy dirt road.

It took forever, but sure enough, the truck hit the gravel road and it seemed as if he didn’t slow down, the bumps were bigger than I remembered and I was being tossed around a lot more. The box went airborne a few times slamming back on the bed of the truck, and the pit in my stomach was getting bigger, what if I do end up bouncing out. The anal plug was acting like a massive vibrator in my ass as I was being bumped and jostled about and the vibration from the dirt road vibrated through the truck and into the plug. I instantly lost every care in the world as my ass was tingling with delight. It felt so good but was suddenly interrupted by the box being shifted and colliding with the bed. The vibration felt so good but was spoiled by the box moving.

Just like that, it was over, the truck slowed down and turned slamming into the side of the bed one last time. The truck turned off and he got out of the truck. He was on the phone, and I could just make out a few words “come”, “fun”, and the last word I heard made my heart sink into my stomach again, “slave”. I started to breathe faster and squirm again. I lost all control and started to hyperventilate. I was breathing so fast, and by the time I realized that I needed to calm down, it was too late, I passed out.