Mummified, Ignored and CUCKED!
Read time: 6 minutes.
Enjoy this erotic recounting of a session written by one of my lovely submissives! He’s a cucky, bondage-loving, self-cum-guzzling, petite little toy of a boy. He also enjoys getting his nuts stomped on by me in my cock box after long periods of time in chastity. What a sweetie!
If you’re interested in watching an example of a real session of ours, you can check out this clip “Bound Cuck in Chastity” on my Clips4Sale shop. It’s also available for purchase on iWantClips and SextPanther.
All I knew heading into our session was that Bastienne wanted me locked up as long as possible. Chastity has a wonderful way of building anticipation, and after a week of 24/7 denial, I was a ball of horny energy, beyond excited to see what she had in store for me. It was my longest lockup ever, and I was literally counting down the hours to our session.
When the day finally arrived I was so desperate for Bastienne to remove my cage that I could hardly think straight. All I could imagine was how good it would feel to have it taken off and finally be allowed to grow free. And of course, if I was lucky, to feel that orgasm I was so desperately craving. But despite hoping that would happen right away, to tease me further, Bastienne made me wait even longer.
Before paying even the slightest attention to my cage she first stripped me naked, leaving me exposed and vulnerable while she remained dressed. Then, with a smile on her face, she pulled out two items from a drawer where she kept her session supplies: a roll of thick plastic wrap and some shiny black duct tape.
Slowly and carefully she began winding the plastic around my body, all while I stood there with my legs together and my arms at my sides, trying to remain as still and steady as possible. She wrapped me from my ankles all the way up to my neck, pulling the plastic tight in one continuous loop with many overlapping layers. Once she reached my neck she turned her attention to the duct tape. This she used to reinforce my bondage, placing many tight loops around my body. I’d done some pretty intense bondage before, but there really is nothing else like being mummified. The feeling of helplessness, of tightness and squeeze, is all-consuming.
But now that I was wrapped, was it finally time for my unlock?
Apparently still not satisfied that I was properly restrained, Bastienne laid me down onto the floor. Not onto the soft, comfortable bed that I was standing right next to, but directly onto the hard ground beside it. Then she got to work on my feet, wrapping them in plastic and reinforcing them with tape. Now I couldn’t so much as wiggle my toes.
“Time to get you gagged!” She exclaimed in a playful tone. “This should do nicely!
Curiosity got the better of me and I craned my neck up to see what it was. I caught sight of what she’d chosen to gag me with just as she pushed it into my mouth: the pair of underwear I’d worn to our session, the same one that my caged cock had been oozing pre-cum into all morning.
Bastienne laughed as I let out a disgusted little moan, heavily muffled by the fabric filling my lips. But before I could even dream of spitting them out she began to wrap my head and neck with yet more plastic, pulling it tight while being careful to leave my nose fully unwrapped. Then came two more strips of tape, one over my mouth and one over my eyes, and I was plunged into darkness.
My heart really started to race now. This was intense! But surely now Bastienne was ready to turn her attention to my poor, neglected cock…right? How much more could she restrain me? So imagine my frustration when, instead of freeing my cage from that hot, sweaty cocoon of plastic that encased my entire body, I felt her drop something on top of me! Not something hard and painful, mind you. Whatever this was it was soft, though still heavy enough for me to feel it.
Then came more and more.
She was piling pillows on me, I was pretty sure, along with couch cushions and perhaps even some small pieces of furniture. Whatever it all was, it was heavy enough that now I couldn’t even squirm. I was kept pinned down, with only my feet sticking out from the pile on top of me.
And then, after all of that activity, any attention I was lucky enough to receive abruptly stopped. I could hear music begin to play, though it was muffled sounding with everything that covered my ears. At one point I thought I felt Bastienne’s hand brush against my feet, but it was hard to tell for sure with all that plastic and tape covering me.
Occasionally I was pretty sure I could hear her footsteps, but whatever she was doing, apparently it didn’t involve me at all. I let out a pathetic little whimper into my gag, desperate for more attention, but got nothing. I tried to move my body, to buck my hips, but hardly more than a quiver of motion was possible. Instead all I managed to accomplish was grow even hotter and sweatier underneath my wrappings, my body heat trapped inside by that thick layer of impermeable plastic.
Time continued to pass. With limited use of my senses it was difficult to tell exactly how long, but subjectively it felt like quite a long time. My mind was racing as I wondered what was going on around me. Had Bastienne actually forgotten about me? Got distracted by something? Or perhaps she was preparing some elaborate surprise for me, a reward for my longest ever lockup in chastity?
That last one was almost certainly wishful thinking, I knew. Eventually I could hear a new sound: a rhythmic creaking noise. It took me a couple of minutes, but eventually it dawned on me that it was the sound of the mattress. Something was bouncing up and down on it.
More time passed and my frustration grew as the sound of the mattress became louder. Eventually I simply couldn’t take it anymore and I began to buck my hips as hard as I could, trying to grind my crotch up against the cushions on top of me. My cock was straining painfully within its cage, and my balls were absolutely throbbing for relief, but the chastity did its job well. Too well, in fact.
There was just enough sensation through the plastic tube to make me even hornier and more desperate, but not enough to actually push me over the edge and make me cum. It was maddening. But still I humped and grinded, not a single thought in my head, lost in a horny frenzy. I whimpered louder now, trying to get some attention – ANY attention.
Still nothing.
Totally ignored, forgotten about, unacknowledged. I suddenly became acutely aware of how tight everything was, both the chastity tube squeezing my cock, and all that plastic and tape squeezing every square inch of my body. It was overwhelming. At the same time there really was nothing for me to do but lay there and wait, nowhere for me to channel all of my pent up arousal. It was almost freeing, in a way, to be that utterly helpless. There was nothing for me to worry about. Nothing to stress about. I was basically just an inanimate object. I surrendered to that feeling.
Finally, after what truly seemed like a lifetime, I could feel that the pillows and cushions were being removed. And then, to my great relief, I could feel two openings being cut in my cocoon. One a small circle over my crotch, the other a narrow rectangle over my eyes. I squinted them as the afternoon light filling the room felt blinding after being kept in darkness for so long.
Peering out through the opening, I could see Bastienne kneeling on the floor next to me. She looked quite different from when I last saw her: she’d changed into a very sexy piece of red lingerie, and her hair and makeup looked slightly messier than I remembered, but she had this calm, happy glow to her.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting so long!” she said as she pulled my chaste cock and balls out through the circular opening she’d created. “I might have gotten a little sidetracked…”
She held her phone up over my face and my eyes focused in on what she was showing me. It took me a second to understand what I was looking at, but then I realized it was a video she’d recorded only moments ago. I could tell it was filmed so recently because I was in it, or at least my feet were, visible in the bottom corner of the frame poking out from that pile of pillows and cushions. The bed took up the rest of the frame, along with Bastienne walking past my body. But what really shook me, and caused my heart to pound, was seeing that it wasn’t just her and I in this video.
There was someone else. Her boyfriend, I had to assume, and they were fucking. While I lay there on the floor, mummified head to toe, locked in chastity, my own underwear stuffed into my mouth, Bastienne and her boyfriend were having loud and passionate sex only a couple feet away from me. I could hardly believe it. I just got cucked and I didn’t even realize it. I felt so stupid, so pathetic…and yet, so unbearably aroused. My cock was still throbbing for relief. It was so unfair, so beyond humiliating, and it turned me on like crazy.
“Oops, looks like we’re out of time for today,” she said. “Sorry, forgot all about this,” she added with a gentle pat to my chastity cage. “We’ll have to deal with it next time!”
My heart sunk and I let out one final whimper. I’d already done a week already, what was one more?
