Tags: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, F/m, Femdom, slavery, bondage, mummification, tease and denial, chastity, handjob

Zach wiggled. He squirmed. That was pretty much all he could do, wrapped up as he was. Nearly every inch of Zach’s body was wrapped up, three times over, from his toes to his shoulders. Even his head was covered in nylon, part of a set of hose that had been slipped over his entire body. From the outside he must have looked like a cocoon of black medical wrap. His arms were bound tightly to his sides, his legs were fused together into one appendage, and his very head was thoroughly wrapped up with only a space for his nose open. And even that was covered by the hose encasing his body underneath the other layers of wrapping. Zach was a solid black mummy.

Except for the space between his legs. That had been left bare. Zach’s manhood seemed downright cold in comparison to the hazy heat settled over the rest of his body. The air conditioning could reach that part of his body and nothing else. It was a stunning reversal from what had become the norm in the last three months.

Three goddam months. That’s how long Zach had been locked in a chastity cage and denied relief. For three months, Zach had done everything Mistress Alexa demanded of him to improve the production of her psychotic online slave auctions. In all that time he’d been made to stare at the beautiful women his owner was selling, to say nothing of Alexa herself. Zach’s owner was a gorgeous black woman with an hourglass figure who constantly oozed authority and sensuality. Seeing her toy with the women she sold was torture for Zach’s entrapped cock.

Was she really still mad at him for going off on her about her original set up? It had been three months! Was the entire day she spent punishing him for his ‘disrespect’ seriously not enough for her?

He would have gone insane without the busywork of setting up a new production system for her. Cameras, computers and the necessary software to air footage live and then edit it. Then there were the graphics, and all the information Zach needed to enter in. Everything had needed a total overhaul, and the work that went into getting it all done gave Zach a task to keep his mind on and keep him from losing it.  

Kept him from thinking about he hadn’t orgasmed in three full months.

An hour ago, Mistress Alexa marched into Zach’s cell. He’d been using the TV she had so graciously provided for him, an allowance for his good work and to keep him busy when his services as a director weren’t required. It was certainly a step up from the communal cell he’d been trapped in when he was just stock to be trained and sold. Now that Zach was an asset, his accommodations were much better. Not great, but better.  

Zach’s owner was wearing her hair down. He usual high ponytail was nowhere to be seen. She was wearing a green sweater with a black pencil skirt. It made Zach nervous. She dressed up in PVC for auctions and when she trained slaves personally. But when she dressed casually Zach could never predict what she was going to do. A frank, honest discussion on the logistics of setting up cameras was just as likely as a flogging.

None of these thoughts could be glimpsed from Zach’s expression. When his Mistress entered the room he simply got of his cot, crawled on all fours to her, and kissed her high heel shoes that were a slightly brighter color than her top. She handed him a bandana, and Zach stuffed it into his mouth without question.

“Follow me,” she had ordered. And Zach didn’t once think to disobey her. He was unbound, save for his collar and chastity cage, but even if he wanted to try escaping from the building, he would fail. He didn’t know his way around outside the small corner he was occasionally marched through. And Mistress Alexa’s cronies would stop him before he got too far.

They soon reached their destination. It was a bare room with a bed that looked like it belonged in a hospital, contoured to the match a human body. Zach noticed the ominous set of straps attached to one side. The dark-skinned woman turned and ordered Zach to strip. He did. When he was naked save for his collar and cage, she picked something up from the bed and handed it to him.

“Put it on,” she commanded. “Slide one of the legs up both of yours, and then slide the other one down over your head.

Zach paused when he realized he was holding nude colored pantyhose. He blinked and looked up at his owner, the question in his eyes.

“Did I stutter, bitch?” She asked with force.

He shook his head no immediately, on instinct.  

“Then put. It. On.”

The bed was behind his Mistress, so Zach didn’t bother trying to sit on it. Instead he went down to the floor as he pulled one leg of the nylon hose over both his feet and up his own legs. It was big enough to fit, and tight enough to press his limbs together. Then he stood up, balancing shakily without the ability to spread his feet, and pulled the hose further up his midsection until he could pull the other half over his head. He could still see well enough through the screen of nylon hanging over his eyes. Alexa helped after that. She ordered him to hold his arms at his sides as she finished pulling the hose down his body, and made sure the top of the hose was pulled tight.

“Good boy. Now you stand there while I get the rest on you. Be careful not to fall over, I don’t want to lift you up.”

Zach couldn’t keep the whimper from escaping his lips. His Mistress chuckled at the sound. “Keep making noises like that, baby. You know I like to hear it,” she said as she came over with plastic wrap. Zach whimpered again, louder this time.

She started with his shoulders and slowly started working her way down, wrapping the plastic around and around, further pinning Zach’s arms to his body. Zach wasn’t sure what to think. He was afraid and confused because his Mistress almost never did this kind of thing herself. It was usually her cronies that did the binding, and she came in later. This was rare. And making matters more confusing was how she didn’t seem angry. She brought the plastic wrap all the way down Zach’s body, past his midsection and onto his waist and his legs, at a leisurely pace. The metal of his cage was pressed wrap against his legs.

“I guess balancing was too much to ask,” she said when he wobbled more. “Hop over to the bed. Come on! Chop chop!”

Zach moved carefully, taking time for each hop. Alexa gripped his shoulders with both hands to keep him from falling over. When he was close enough, he moved to hop onto the bed, only for her grip to suddenly grow iron tight and hold him in place.

“I didn’t say to get on the bed, bitch!” Her voice was raised, but she wasn’t shouting yet. She gripped his cheeks and made him look at her. “I just said to go over to it. Stand by it. Lean against it. I’m not done wrapping you up yet.”

The mummified man whimpered and nodded at her, the cloth still all the way in his mouth.

She finished up with the plastic wrap at Zach’s ankles. That was when she brought out the black medical wrap. Still on her knees, Alexa started the process over from the bottom. It took longer this time, as the medical wrap wasn’t as wise as the plastic. But she went up bit by bit until she finally reached Zach’s shoulders again.

“Alright dummy. Now you can get on the bed.” Once he laying down, she pulled each of the straps tight over his body, trapping him against the contoured mattress. Next she brought the plastic wrap up, and went back down to his feet to wrap them up, followed by the black medical wrap.

“Now,” she began when she was done. “You have been a good little worker for me these past few months, haven’t you?” She took a step up the bed, running her hand up and down Zach’s mummified legs as she did.

Unsure of what else to do, Zach gave a tentative nod. “Mmmh?”

She chucked. “And your hard work has paid off. My profits have gone up since I decided to listen to your little rant.”

Her hand made it up to Zach’s crotch. Slowly, teasingly, her fingers traced a circle around the outline of his cage. Zach felt himself grow stiff inside of it, and whimpered at the discomfort.

“So I’ve decided it’s time for a reward.”

Zach blinked. “N rmmmnrn.”

“That’s right baby. A nice reward. I think three months is enough time for you to be in this little cage,” she tapped the metal beneath the wrapping. “Don’t you?”

She was removing the cage? Is that why she had mummified him, so he wouldn’t be able to take care of anything himself? Zach breathed heavy and vigorously nodded his head. His Mistress laughed again.

“Look at you, getting all excited.” She patted his crotch. “But not just yet. I’m not done getting you ready. So you hold tight and we’ll be ready soon.”

Zach could only moan as his Mistress took out a pair of fabric scissors and carefully cut the layers of wrapping and nylon that encased his junk. Once it was all out of the way she pulled his cock and balls right out into the open. Her touch and the sudden exposure to full air sent shivers running up and down Zach’s body. His moans grew louder, deeper, as Alexa took out a key and unlocked the cage. Zach’s cock throbbed itself to full mast as soon as she pulled it off. He let out his loudest moan yet at the relief of freedom.

“Someone’s happy. Well, don’t worry. We’re almost done. Just gotta take care of that pretty head of yours.”

There was no energy left in Zach to squirm as his owner came back up with the plastic wrap and pulled it all around his head. Momentary panic flashed as he worried about his ability to breath, only for her to carefully avoid covering his nose. Then she repeated the process with the black tape, until Zach was truly a mummy. Every part of his body was covered. Only his neck was free of the plastic and medical wraps, but it was still covered in Nylon and his collar.

“Oh, look at the time,” Alexa suddenly said.

“Mmmph?”

“I gotta take care of something real quick. You just sit here, baby. And I’ll be back soon.”
There was yet another whimper as Zach was left alone. He wiggled and squirmed in his mummification and the straps keeping him attached to the bed. Without meaning to, his hips thrusted forward in an unconscious desire to find relief for his still throbbing cock. Three months of denial was going to end tonight. Or possibly tomorrow, if his Mistress decided to draw it out long enough.

“MMMMPH!” He called out, more out of a desire to do anything than to actually beg for anything. His mind was filled with every beautiful woman he had seen through his cameras these past three months, and every kinky torment their captor subjected them to as she described them to the bidders and eventually sold them.

The door opened. Zach’s head whipped around and he let out another moan.

“Careful baby,” Alexa said. “You get too wild and I might decide you don’t deserve a reward after all.”

Zach shut up. Alexa laughed.

She walked up to the bed slowly. Her footsteps were deliberate, the sound of heels clicking on the floor echoed in Zach’s mind. His owner was an expert at drawing things out. True to form, Zach shivered and gasped when he suddenly felt her long, luscious hair faintly brush against his exposed junk. A second passed before it swished over his skin a second time, then a third. She went on like that for a long time, making Zach’s hips buck up and down as she did.

He could hear her amused laughter as she did. And that was the moment he knew beyond any doubt that he would be here for a while. Mistress was having fun. She wanted to take her time. And Zach didn’t care. Even as his body desperately cried out for relief, he was fine. This was good. He would finally come soon, he knew it. She had promised. For now, he could enjoy this too.

Suddenly, she gripped his cock with her hand. It was cold, she was wearing some kind of latex glove.

“Mmmph!” He yelled in excitement. She began stroking, veeery slowly. Zach had been denied for so long he was already on the verge of exploding. Knowing this, Alexa’s ministrations were brief and gentle, careful not to let him explode. Soon she left his cock entirely, and ran her hands up to Zach’s chest, to his shoulders. She traced circles and other shapes on his cheeks before her hands wandered back down in the direction of his manhood.

This went on for some time. Anywhere between ten minute and two hours. Zach wasn’t in the best frame of mind to judge the passage of time. Every so often her hair would return to stimulate his genitals ever so slightly. Then she would change tactics, slap his cock a bit or pinch at his balls to lessen his excitement only to go back to her careful ministrations of her junk as she coaxed it back to its full length.

“Alright, baby,” she whispered. Zach had to quiet himself to be able to hear. “Now I’m going to make a ring with my fingers, right beneath your little buddy’s head. And you? You’re going to thrust. Okay? You’re going to finish yourself off, baby.” Her latex clad fingers wrapped gently around Zach’s cock. “Come one now. Chop chop.”

Zach didn’t need to be told twice. He thrust hard, again and again, desperate to finally achieve release. Even with all the work that had been done, it took him a minute to achieve that release. Her fingers were well lubricated by that point. He pushed up and thrust and thrust and thrust until finally…

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPHHHH!!” He screamed, long and loud. His hips bucked hard, his entire body shook in its mummified state, barely contained by the thick leather straps holding him to the bed. His body went stiff as his spine arched.

And then it was over.

Zach sagged into the bed, exhausted, sweaty, and panting underneath the wrappings. He was so utterly, unbelievably relieved to get that release after three goddam months.

Somewhere in the distance, he could hear Mistress Alexa taking off her dirtied gloves and fling them off to the side. Then he felt those hands up at his head and his chest. Rubbing him. Petting him like a dog that had just preformed a good trick.

“There you go, hon,” she said, along with a dozen other gentle nothings in his ears. “Now lets go again.”

Zach blinked in his wrappings. Again?

He was on that bed for the rest of the day, and presumably into the night. It was hard to say for sure. Zach didn’t have a good grasp on the passage of time anymore. Again and again his Mistress coaxed his cock to life and played with it, teased it, held off on letting him orgasm again and again until… release. Three months of sexual frustration made him more than willing to thrust on command.

When she was finally done, Alexa peeled Zach out of his wrappings herself. She held him close and kept on petting him. Despite himself, Zach grew more relaxed. He could barely even remember that she was the one who kept him on edge and in denial for three months to begin with. He almost didn’t notice when she locked his chastity cage back on.

Finally, Zach could stand on unwobbly legs again. His Mistress led him back to his cell, hands on his shoulders, and gently set him on the bed. She sat next to him.

“You’re not going to have to wait three months again,” she told him, and Zach almost came again upon hearing. "I'm not going to do what we did today very often, if ever, but I’ll have someone take care of you at least once a week. Some of the stock will be needing practice anyway. How’s that sound? You like it? Good.”

Zach didn’t really have time to respond. He didn’t love the idea of one of the kidnapped slaves ‘taking care’ of him. But if Alexa thought he was supposed to be happy with it, he would have to be happy with it. He gave his owner a nod. She hummed in response, and ran her fingers through his hair.

“When’s the last time you had a haircut?”

It took Zach a second to find his voice. “When you—ah, when I was first brought here, Mistress.”

“Hmm. That’s too long. It’s getting mangy. I’ll have someone by to take care of it tomorrow. Right now you need to thank me.”

“Um,” Zach’s thoughts raced to catch up to the moment. “Thank you, Mistress.”

That got him another laugh. “No, hon. That’s now what I mean.” Her fingers found the edge of her pencil skirt and began pulling it up. She kicked off her shoes and pulled herself up onto the bed.

Alexa gave her slave one more, hungry smile before she spoke. “Get to work.”