“Do you know what presenting means?”

     Hope wiggled slightly. “Um. In… in what context do you mean?”

    The voice let out a chuckle. It wasn’t a comforting “you’re funny, I’m going to keep you alive” sort of chuckle. It was the kind that made Hope assume that the voice was about to gloat at its own cleverness.

    “Well, in the animal world, presenting means adopting a very curvy posture in order to tell the world that you’re ready for copulation.”

    A finger graced over Hope’s lips. She knew she was blushing. She puckered up on reflex.

    “It means, Hope, that you’re ready to get intimate.”

    “That wasn’t my presentation, of course.”

    The voice let out a real laugh this time. A “hah hah, very funny” sort of laugh.

    “Of course not, Hope. Your presentation was actually very, very informative! I was a big fan. I don’t know if you saw me in the audience.”

    Hope shook her head. “I’m not even sure who you are. I haven’t seen anything. If you let me go now, I won’t be able to speak a word of this to the authorities. They’ll think me mad.”

    The voice was silent for a moment. “Good point.”

    With that, the blindfold was removed. Hope shut her eyes for a moment, hoping that maybe she could use this as an excuse. “You still haven’t seen me!” she thought. “You can let me go! I won’t tell a soul!”

    Eventually, Hope opened her eyes.

    She was in the dressing room of the convention center. It looked just as it did twenty minutes ago when she’d left it for the main stage. Hope was, of course, very proud of her accomplishment. Giving a REDTalk was something of an honor; at times a dubious one, what with the REDx conferences hurting its reputation, but still - she was pleased to be on stage and showing off her findings.

    With a dedicated team, Hope had built a better mousetrap. Or, to get more specific - she’d made a better bandage. A complicated series of chemical functions meant that her stretchy bandage could cover wide swathes of the human body with only a minimum of source material. She could make it breathe, or it could be programmed to be sticky against the skin. It offered so many possibilities.

    Hope stared down. She was still somehow hoping that if she didn’t see her captor, they wouldn’t do anything nasty to her. Or maybe she was just kidding herself; what you can’t see can’t hurt you, and by not acknowledging the voice’s source, she wouldn’t put herself in undue danger.

She had shown off the BetterBandage - it really needed a better name, especially since hooligans kept defance the ‘A’ to an ‘o’  - on-stage. While explaining the miraculous options that chemically-controlled latex could provide, a pair of assistants had helped her give a physical demonstration.

That meant Hope stepping into the bandage and letting them seal it up. Not just around her feet, but around her entire body. It had shrunk on its own, sedating her, lowering her heart rate, and - as she had explained before they sealed it over her face - theoretically giving her precious more minutes to get to the hospital.

She hadn’t heard the clapping, though she had imagined it. After all, she was engaging in two fantasies at once.

On the one hand, she was showing off her findings and her patent-pending products.

On the other, she had been sealed into a thick latex sack of her own making.

She remembered being dragged off the stage. It was heavenly. The assistants made it look comedic, showing off how sturdy and safe Hope was inside her rubbery form. But she loved it for the humiliation. A beautiful, squirming ebony-black sack. It had no identity, no past, and no future. But it had hope. Inside, Hope felt the ground against her butt. She felt the friction of the floor against her breasts as she was man-handled back to the dressing room.

They were careful with her, but it was hardly necessary; impact-absorbing substrate kept her comfy and padded. It was like being in her very own padded cell. All she was missing was a straitjacket. Lost in thoughts and fantasies, she imagined herself captured and rubberized and worse. When the assistants brought her back to the dressing room, she politely asked for five minutes - just five minutes - to herself.

And in that five minutes, she imagined every dirty thing at once happening to her. She imagined being teased; hands all over her body, groping at her breasts. She imagined her rear protruding into the air as she was used as a living pillow; each of her butt cheeks being carefully wrapped, encased, and sealed within her latex membrane.

Hope even pictured more mummies joining her. Her assistants, maybe? Her friend Elise? Celebrities? Patients? Volunteers? Or maybe just fellow kinksters. She pictured that padded cell again - free from any judging, prying eyes. She pictured rolling around in it like a helpless worm. A black, mummified and vac-sacked little doll, moaning and groaning. She’d be blind - just as she was now - nearly deaf, and relying on touch. Hope groaned in her own fantasy, imagining a half-dozen other partners with her. Rubbing, groaning, and just wriggling around. It was a strange fantasy, but it made a certain sense to her logical mind; it was the ultimate power trip, the purest of power fantasies. It was a total and complete loss of identity and reduction to the state of a worm; an animal; an amoeba in a latex sack, squirming and teasing in search of ever-greater stimuli.

When hope decided it was time to get out, she gave her signal - three short grunts.

The result wasn’t release from her medical sack. It was, instead, the sensation of three metal bands locking around her body. It was the sensation of being manhandled (with a few intentional gropes!) into a chair. It was the muffled sounds of someone talking to her, then peeling back the BetterBandage…. But just enough to let her speak, not to see.

Well. That hadn’t lasted long.

“Are you ready to look up?”

Hope sighed. She was still looking at her form. She loved  it. Her generous bust, her wide hips, her shapely thighs… all made all the more gorgeous by the thin layer of latex-like membrane that encased her. It enthralled her. She could just spend all day looking at that shine.

“Fine. Be that way. Stay down,” said the voice. “You do not need to see me to serve me.”

“I don’t think that I’ll be serving anyone,” said Hope.

“You think that now, but you have not yet seen me! What if you glimpse my visage and fall in love? What if it is love at first sight, Hope?”

“It won’t be.”

The voice sighed. Hope finally felt that same gentle finger that had teased her lips on her chin. Her head was tilted up to look straight into the green eyes of a pale-skinned woman.

“There we are. Actually, to make sure you don’t try and look away, I brought this.”

The pale woman locked a posture collar around her neck. It was padded, but the metal was rigid. She could only barely turn her head. She certainly couldn’t look down anymore. Her only option was to look at the face of the woman in front of her; pale-skinned, green-eyed and with a dark burgundy lipstick. The pink suit she wore stood out; she must have been in the crowd.

“Miss Hope,” said the captor. “Are you in love?”

Hope wasn’t sure what to say. What would get her out of this situation alive and well?

“...y-yes?”

The captor smiled. She leaned in closer, tugging Hope nearer to her by a D-ring on the posture collar.

Hope puckered her lips again and shut her eyes. She felt those burgundy lips on hers. She felt the sensation of a gentle, teasing kiss. The pale woman moaned, chewing the scenery with gusto. Hope moaned gently too; half in surprise, but with a tinge of delight. Her mind felt fuzzy.

She saw the captor reaching down and drawing up her chemically-created sheath past her neck, up past her chin, and higher; up to and past her nose. Breathable, but concerning.

“Just one. This one is for my own curiosity. Try and keep this - this last thing you see - in your mind.”

    The woman leaned in again for a kiss, this time against pert, gagged and sheathed lips. Hope couldn’t respond, but she did find herself delighting in it far more than she expected.

    After this, the sheath was extended one final time, up to her browline. The pale captor became the voice once again as Hope was led out of the building towards the unknown.