It's that spooky time of year again, and also about time we get back to the good ol' stories. How about one that's been requested quite much hmm?

I went home to get away from the stress of college recently to meet up with some friends (mainly my best friend Jesse) and see my family. My house was quiet as usual with my sister enjoying her senior year homecoming dance that Saturday night and my mom and dad out for dinner. We had already done a lot of family stuff Friday so the family just let me chill and destress for a day or two.

I had Jesse over for pizza, and a sleepover because we may be 20 but we behave like we are 12 still. We decided to watch some Netflix, drink wine (can't catch me cops lol), and catch up over the first couple months of our fall semesters. We got a little too into the wine and we pretty much looking for movies that we could just make fun of and commentate over. We couldn't find anything too spooky or good to watch, but Jesse ended up recommending the terrible 2017 mummy movie with Tom Cruise.

I rented it online and we began watching, Jesse hadn't seen it but I had seen it with a group of friends just because we all knew it would be bad. Jesse was prepared for the bad movie and was excited with every cringe line of dialogue and boring story telling. The big reveal later came with the sarcophagus and Jesse perked up. She was hoping for an actual mummy to be inside, but instead we got an actress with ancient Egyptian makeup and what-not.

Needless to say, we but mainly Jesse, was disappointed to not see the stereotypical mummy in the movie. While the movie carried on Jesse and I decided to talk again and just keep the movie as background and pay little attention, it appeared Jesse lost interest (don't blame her). Jesse has tabs on my page and the stories I write about and I showed her some of my notes.

She noticed the large amount of requests and questions I receive regarding bondage and started to read over them. She's a huge fan of bondage as a Dom so she wanted to see what others thought of me and wanted to see more of. I told her not to pry into my watchers notes on me but she couldn't help herself.

It seemed the moons were in alinement because she noticed a large amount of encasing and mummification questions, the movie, and the halloween season all in one single second. She turned to me and asked why I had never tried mummification.

Jesse - "Knowing you, you'd probably try or ever want to try something like this, so you've never tired something similar, not even 'encasement'?"

Steph (me) - "I perform more self bondage than real bondage, stuff like that is really hard or by-near impossible for someone solo."

Jesse - "Then why not ask? You've go me, Carter, and that new roommate friend (Nicole) you have?"

Steph - "I was always afraid of suffocation, encasement with stuff like pantyhose seems like an easy way to destroy or ruin pantyhose while mummification seems way to hard to do or ask, too time consuming."

Jesse - "You can do them without covering your head, I know how much you hate tape on or over your hair, you've always been picky about your gags"

I was beginning to see where Jesse was going with this. She knew I had plenty of supplies, a private setting, and we were together for the while night and following morning. The wheels were turning and our wavelengths were beginning to match up.

Steph - " I prefer not to tear my hairs out, tape can be painful to remove and I've yet to find that special duct tape they use in those...videos on those...websites..."

Jesse - "Such a perv, you write bondage stories, incorporate bondage into your life and do it very often, yet you can't find a certain duct tape used in wrap gags?"

Steph - "You're the perv! You knew exactly what I was talking about without me directly telling you!"

(If any of you know what I'm talking about please help a sister out)

I was beginning to come around to her subtle persuasion. The wine wasn't;t helping and getting away from that awful movie was starting to sound better and better. I offered to go to my room and 'turn in' for the night. It wasn't very Kate so I was hoping Jesse would catch on. I had a feeling she'd attack me anyway, so going with it would make her go easier on me.

We turned everything off, cleaned up and headed for my room. It was almost time to do what I had always been curious about...