2024-11-15 - Scene Report with Tim

Posted on November 16, 2024
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The evening started with him stripping me in his living room, changing out my plain leather collar for my blue-stitched one with d-rings – our usual play collar lately. He hooked up my red leash to it and told me he had used the long leash because he planned on holding onto it tonight and I was going to be following him around. He did at least let me wear my new slippers because the floor in the downstairs of his apartment is really cold.

It was cold and uncomfortable. He made me follow him into the kitchen while he worked on dinner. I may have mentioned it before but I’m rather uncomfortable being naked. I find being naked difficult, more-so standing, and even more-so walking around. And here I was being walked through his apartment wearing nothing but slippers and my collar and leash. I can’t say it wasn’t a turn-on, but it was also really uncomfortable overall. And cold. He walked me right past my big fluffy robe and didn’t even let me have it to wear to stay warm.

He brought me over to in front of the oven where he was making dinner (just putting frozen food into the oven and starting the rice cooker, nothing elaborate). As he worked and I just… stood there, cold, uncomfortable, and generally unhappy but turned on, and I made some whining noises at him to indicate displeasure and impatience. Suddenly he turned to me and grabbed me and told me in a perfectly, beautifully stern tone, that I would get clothes when he gave them to me and not before. I don’t actually remember the words anymore, just the gist, the tone, the look on his face, and how incredibly turned on I got from it. I remember breathing hard as the words and the feeling hit me between the legs. The immediate involuntary “I fucked up” flash-feeling was replaced almost as immediately, and way more permanently, with the “that was fucking hot” feeling instead. I remember him punctuating it with a hard “understand?” and I agreed, quickly and readily. I think some part of me attempted to file away something about not whining at him about clothes, but I think the rest of me kind of overrode that. Fuck yeah I wanna do that again. Maybe just not… tonight. Or at least not right now.

Stern Tim is such a turn on. I’m such a sucker for that hard tone.

He did make me wait a few more minutes but finally gave me my robe, and I thanked him. It was cold and I don’t like being naked and I was grateful. While we waited for dinner to cook, he unzipped his pants, pulled me down by my leash, and had me suck on him for a little while. Not very long, but it was fun all the same. The fabric was in the way, and overall it was less than ideal, but it was what he told me to do so I did it. There’s something really hot about being made to suck on him when things aren’t ideal… fabric in the way, can’t really use my hands to improve what I’m doing, just doing what I was told in the way he set me up to do it. I have had times when performing a blowjob feels very in-control. Well I had no control in that moment, I was just doing as I was told, and that in itself was hot. And after a minute or so, he pulled me off of him when he was done having me do that.

We cuddled, and ate dinner, and watched an episode of Chuck, and then went upstairs to continue the night.

Before con he had been shaving me and then using an IPL device to inhibit hair growth. This was our first opportunity since con to do that again. In some ways it feels like a break from our normal play, but it’s also a calm but deep form of play. He’s using an electric shaver to make semi-long-term alterations to my body to fit his whims. Then using the IPL to slowly make that alteration permanent. Over time the hair will stop growing back and he will have permanently altered my body. We talk while he does this, and often times about our dynamic because while it’s calm and relaxing — it doesn’t feel intense at all — it is actually a fairly intense form of play, letting him alter me not only for a few weeks, but permanently. It’s just hair, but it is a very tangible part of me that he’s changing, permanently, albeit slowly.

The room was colder than he usually keeps it because we were planning mummification later. He gave me an electric throw blanket to put over me while he shaved me… which I discovered was broken because it didn’t heat up at all the whole time. By the time he was done shaving me I was not quite to the point of shaking, but pretty close. The room was 67F which is way too cold for me to be stationary with clothes on, let alone naked with a broken electric blanket over half of me. I finally asked for him to turn on the space heater because it was just too cold for me. He verified with me if I was sure, because the big thing the internet warns about with plastic wrap is overheating. I was sure and he turned it on for me.

As he led me to the bathroom to rinse off the loose hairs, he made a happy comment about how much he loves that I ask for things and how he listens to my requests. I don’t think he pressed in on that this time, but he has definitely in the past made sure I was aware that when I ask for things, they are just requests that he gets to decide, so that was implied at least if not stated that time. Which IDK, I can’t remember, maybe he did explicitly state it again. He loves to say things like that, and I love to hear them.

He made sure the water was very warm for me, since I was genuinely having trouble with the cold at this point, not just complaining. I love the power play of being rinsed off after he shaves me… he gets the water and everything ready, and helps me in the tub, and rinses me all off, paying close attention to me, giving commands about how he wants me to move for him. It’s almost ritualistic at this point, and I just obey while he’s taking care of his pet.

I was not doing well with the cold when the water turned off, I was much closer to shivering with random shaking actually occurring here and there. While most times he just hands me a towel and has me dry myself, he took an active role this time in ensuring I was fully dried off fairly quickly and got my robe back around me. At the time I was too cold and miserable to really think about it, but looking back it was such a nice moment of him taking care of me.

The whole shaving ritual feels like such a break from our normal play, but it’s a wonderful facet of our dynamic. It’s calm and relaxed overall, but he’s changing me how he wants me, and taking care of me, and it’s all so gentle and loving, while he is absolutely in control of me the entire time and I am happily under his power.

I had suggested we do the IPL in the morning and he thought that was a good idea so from the shower we did move back into the more normal play session. What you’ve all been waiting for, I’m sure…

He turned the space heater off now that the room was at a barely tolerable 69F and we still didn’t want the room too warm before I was wrapped up. After some discussion about how to do it, I put my hair up to get it out of the way, with the plan that I would start kneeling on the bed because while standing likely would have been more ideal for wrapping, he had concerns about getting me on the bed and in place once my torso was wrapped. Kneeling just required flopping backwards.

He started by wrapping my arms and from there did my chest/torso. He had my arms down at my sides although I put them a little bit to the front of me and he went with it, wrapping them up against me. Then he had me lay back and he did my legs. I really enjoyed the feeling and the process up to the point he decided to wrap areas he hadn’t gotten while I was kneeling. He rolled me on my side, wrapped the cling wrap around me, then rolled me back. This was awkward and unpleasant but really, really hit home how helpless I was right then. I couldn’t do anything to help or hinder. He rolled me over and that was it. If I fell forward onto my face, well that was just what was going to happen. I couldn’t really do anything about it. I could squirm a little, but not prevent anything.

It was pretty awesome TBH.

The thing that surprised me the most was how itchy some spots got under the cling wrap. It wasn’t too bad overall, but there were a few spots that bothered me and like… welp nothing I can do about that. Just gotta suffer through it. And after a few minutes the feeling faded entirely.

Once I was pretty well wrapped in the cling wrap he took out some clear packing tape. While I was pretty turned on overall, I felt myself get wetter at the SKRRTTTTCCCHHHH sound of the tape being pulled open and I realized what the implications of that were. Part way through the cling-wrap process, I had actually suggested tape and his response was that he had brought up some clear packing tape and like, yay we were thinking in sync again. But it was that moment — that sound — when it really hit home what that would mean.

I was pretty sure I could get out of the cling wrap if I tried. It would take me a while but I could do it. I would be able to break through the cling wrap with my nails, and I could move a little inside it enough that I could get better leverage to do so. But packing tape??? No fucking way. I can’t break through packing tape without a knife or at least keys on a good day, there’s no way I’d be able to do anything about it while I was wrapped in cling wrap with my movement this restricted and the tape reinforcing that. I knew that as soon as that was around me, there was no more method of eventual potential escape for me. I was completely at his mercy and would absolutely be waiting until he decided to cut me out.

He spiraled the tape around my legs which went from being held close, to even more delightfully restricted. Feet. Calves. Thighs. He ran long lines of it along my legs and torso, and around my shoulders. He was wasteful with the tape because it was old packing tape and was past its useful life anyway. Well we gave it one hell of a good final use. He rolled me over and added more tape. Bands around me, lines along me. I could still squirm, but my range of movement, which had already been fairly limited, was limited significantly further. I could not do more than just wiggle, and bend my knees maybe 45 degrees.

Throughout the application of the cling wrap and tape, he took his time. The process of putting me in the bondage was as much of the point as having me in it. The wrapping took a long time, and so did the taping. The process, although time consuming, was quite fun overall. I willingly let him do this to me, and there was a point where the only way I could go back on it would be to ask and trust that he’d listen. I was genuinely helpless and it was an amazingly hot feeling.

And to be clear, hot as in sexy, not hot as in temperature. I was a little warm, but was otherwise not having any heating issues, in fact there was a point while I was wrapped up that I’d asked him to turn the space heater on again. Yeah it was a little warmer, but I’m comfortable way warmer than a lot of people I know. We let the room get to about 74F before I started feeling a little too warm. Mostly I could feel it in my arms and hands and my feet were still a tiny bit cold (even wrapped up), so I was still nowhere near my threshold. And within a minute or two of the heater being turned off, I forgot it was even bothering me because I was more or less comfortable from that point forward.

When he was done with the tape on my body we discussed a little bit and he said he was going to do my head as well. He hadn’t originally planned on doing my head but said since I was doing really well overall, he felt it was safe to do so. I agreed readily. Sure, let’s go for it. Sounds like fun.

It was. It was so much fun. But man. It was not anything like I expected.

First he put a blindfold on. No big deal. Blindfolds never did much for me. I have a hard time keeping my eyes open during sessions a lot of the time anyway. And the light on the ceiling was too damn bright anyway. I could see out the bottom of the blindfold, of course, and it felt a little loose and weird on my face. But then he wrapped the cling film over my face, pressing the blindfold down into my eyes, not painfully, or anything like that, but it was enough to actually block out the light. Really block out the light for once. The pressure around my head was way more intense than I expected. He held my head up and wrapped around several times, and lowered the wrap down my face wrapping my nose rather tightly under the cling wrap, leaving me no choice but to breathe only through my mouth. Then he worked down and started wrapping around my neck.

It was. So. Intense.

It was so dark. The cling wrap was noisy. The pressure was odd and enclosing. I couldn’t move.

I remember the dawning understanding of why people will have panic attacks when they have their head wrapped up like this. I was fine, I enjoyed this intense feeling. But I could see how this would be concerning for a lot of people. It was a little jarring for sure.

I remember thinking that holy shit my life was literally in his hands right now. All it would take right now is just covering my mouth and that would be it. There would be nothing I could do.

Many people realizing that would panic. Me? I got wetter. So yeah. That tells you where my priorities lie. And how much I genuinely trust this man.

So of course, the next thing that happened was he actually wrapped the plastic fully over my face, covering my mouth entirely. Leaving me with no way to actually breathe and my previous thought being that I could die like this. So yeah, I panicked a little. Just a little though. I whined at him. And then there were fingers poking through the plastic and letting me breathe again. I remember him saying something to me along the lines of “don’t worry, I know my pet needs to breathe” or something like that in this completely unconcerned, almost patronizing tone.

This repeated several more times, and every time I whined at him and every time he would break through the plastic to let me breathe after he let me struggle for just the tiniest moment. He commented later how intense my reaction was to having my mouth covered. Like, yeah, I’d literally just thought I could die like this and then you go and do the exact thing I had just worried about. I’d managed to prime myself for an intense reaction.

It wasn’t even hardly breath play at that point because it was so brief. He has done much worse making me struggle for breath in the past. This time I was completely and utterly vulnerable, and he was just letting me struggle a little. I never even fought for breath, just had that tiny little “oh god please don’t” moment where I would whine at him and he’d break through the plastic because that’s what he was planning on doing anyway. Or maybe he just didn’t push it because I was already reacting so strongly and what he cares about is intensity level, not necessarily the action.

What I kept thinking about through this was that my life was completely in his hands. And while I’ve taken risks for BDSM before, likely some life-and-death ones without meaning to, I don’t think I’d ever been so keenly aware of it before. It didn’t feel risky, but I was completely aware of my situation here. And it was so fucking hot.

Even the breath play we’d done in the past, when he pushed me to the point that I started struggling I’d eventually struggle my way to breath again if I wasn’t able to hold still for him. I’d shake my head and manage to get air. I couldn’t even do that. I wouldn’t have any leverage from my hands or my body because I simply couldn’t move. There would be no ability to break away this time. Just… fully and completely at his mercy.

He put tape to reinforce the wrap around my head, as well. He had one long piece under my jaw that limited how much I could move my mouth. Man. That was so fucking hot, too. I was so enclosed that I couldn’t do much more than wiggle, and while I could talk, that was about all I could do. And I could barely even do that! I was so incredibly turned on that I was mostly nonverbal.

Not entirely though. He asked me some question. I was able to answer either with one word or a short sentence and he was happy to ensure I could still talk to him in this state. He made a comment that that was good because he was pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to snap my fingers now. Maybe. I never even tried, I was so far lost to the sensation and restriction.

As much as I was fucking loving it, he didn’t actually like that my mouth was so restricted because he said he planned on using it. He did a lot of adjustments to the cling wrap and tape around my face. He kept telling me to open my mouth as far as I could, a hot enough command when I’m not completely helpless. As he was adjusting things I did ask him to adjust the wrap over my nose because the tight pressure was getting to be too much. He adjusted that area further, cutting over it and laying down a few strips of bondage tape instead. It was still tight but only barely so, so the pressure on my nose was fine for a long while after that. Even that, though, did start to get to be too much just as we were wrapping up the evening, so the timing was good there.

The packing tape made it easier for him to cut and adjust the cling wrap without necessarily destroying a section, so most of his initial wrappings stayed in place, however there were occasions where cutting open a space would allow it to condense in on itself, pressing hard and creating uncomfortable pressure points which would then have to be adjusted further. We kept the communication flowing throughout this entire process because neither of us wanted me to end up with sores on my face from what was meant to be a fun evening.

And then he was done wrapping me up. I was how he wanted me. I could open my mouth – I had to, I couldn’t breathe otherwise. I couldn’t really move. I couldn’t see; everything felt so dark and enclosed. Hearing was… iffy but more or less fine except when something caused movement of the wrap by my ears. Completely and utterly helpless. Unable to even pull away from anything. I could squirm, I could wiggle, and I could still bend my knees a bit. But there was no real struggling. No chance of pulling away or moving from anything he wanted to do to me. I couldn’t even roll myself over. If I was face up, I was face up. If I was face down I was face down. There was nothing I could do about any of it. Nothing other than ask, or beg.

He rolled me over so I was face down and hit me with the canes a bit. It wasn’t a long or intense caning session but he did get me to scream once. He wanted to see how much padding the cling wrap provided. It definitely provided some, but nothing significant in the face of a cane.

Then he cut away the plastic around my asshole specifically, and I realized that while in a normal session I would have held still because he told me to, I had no such command this time and I really, really wanted to struggle and pull away. I don’t even know why, but the urge was there. I squirmed a tiny, tiny bit, and then just laid still. What could I even have done? There was no escape, no resisting, no choice. And he lubed me up and inserted the xs plug.

We’d stopped doing much anal anything for a couple months for reasons I don’t feel like getting into. But he’s decided it’s time to start again because he very much wants to fuck me in the ass again. He seemed keen on doing it while I was this helpless, too. And I admit, that sounds pretty fucking hot, and if I thought I could take it without damage I would have encouraged that. But tonight it would be toys only.

After that it gets a lot fuzzier for a while. I remember him pulling off the plastic around my breasts, and how much that hurt because it was sticking to me. And how much the clamps and things he was doing hurt. And desperately wanting to look and see what he was doing but genuinely having no chance of that. Everything was dark and there was no getting around that.

I remember he did more anal training/play and moved me to a larger plug for the evening. He mused aloud about fucking my ass again soon, but not tonight.

I remember him telling me to open my mouth, and having his cock or his balls placed there for me to lick at. Nothing more I could do but accept whatever he decided to put there for me and do my best with the only thing I still had the ability to move – my mouth and tongue.

I remember him asking me questions, but I didn’t hear him because he was also doing something that made the cling wrap make noise so all I heard was the rustle of plastic. I could tell he was repeating himself but I had no idea what he’d said the first time until he did so. Plastic is noisy.

I remember him playing with the vibrator on my clit. I had an immediate orgasm which he pulled away just as that started and the spasms kept going with me kind of having a “really?? come on” reaction in my head. I was too nonverbal to complain.

I remember when he finally decided he wanted to get off and was going to use me for that. He cut all the plastic wrap off my legs, up to just over my hips, or so, positioned my legs so he could access easier, and thrust inside me. It hurt at first but that pain faded quickly as he got the angle right. I was extremely turned on from everything all night, and my body decided to agree to him fucking me this time. It was awesome. I actually, genuinely felt good. Every thrust actually, for once, bringing pleasure. I’m sure still having my torso and head fully wrapped and restricted significantly improved the situation for me.

The thrusting made the cling wrap crinkle in my ears. I only heard about half of what he was telling me. But I heard my own moans and cries very clearly. I was happy it was short enough that I didn’t have time for the thrusting to start to hurt, but I also kind of wished it had gone on more, it was just so hot being used like that. He came inside me and I clenched my muscles to add extra stimulation for him, bringing additional shudders. I love being able to do that for him.

When he was ready, he pulled out and grabbed the vibrator again, using it more intentionally this time until I was brought to a much more clear and intense orgasm. It had been quite the buildup tonight and while I was worried that I might not have been able to orgasm too soon, thanks to the unintentional one earlier, it was fine. It was a way better orgasm anyway.

I was still kind of recovering when he started cutting the plastic wrap off of me. I was more interested in just laying still for a few minutes than having that happen but I also wasn’t in a position to argue, so he cut and yanked, and holy hell it hurt. He was way too rough getting it all off of me, but I was so drained I mostly just laid there and let him. I am not the rip-off-the-bandage type, I’m the pull-it-off-slowly and carefully type. So when I was finally ready to move again and that would mean removing the last of the plastic wrap that was stuck to my back, he offered help and I refused it. I was perfectly happy pulling the plastic off slowly and easily with a low level of constant pain vs that awful sharp fast pain.

I was so surprised at how much it stuck to me. Like I expected a little stickiness, but it felt like tape or something. I don’t know that I’d worry about trying to prevent that in the future, but at least at this point I’ve communicated to him that I really would prefer a more gentle removing. He had been intentionally pulling fast to minimize the discomfort, so it was intentional but just an honest mistake. He’s not usually intentionally rough with me during aftercare when I’m still coming down and returning to normal.

This was my first mummification experience in over 20 years and we both learned things in that experience. He’s already got ideas for next time and I’m formulating plans in my head for how to make a full-body encasement out of leather (damn that’s gonna be pricey to make if I ever get around to it).

I completely get hoods now. Like. I never got them before. I never saw the appeal. They always look so ugly. But man. Oh man, do I get it. Having my head fully enclosed like that was so fucking intense. And like yeah blindfolds are still not too intense for me at all, but a simple blindfold doesn’t provide complete inescapable darkness and pressure. That tight enclosed feeling. Inescapable restriction.

Man. I’m. I may be looking into making myself a hood because holy hell that was hot.

So yeah. It was fun. It was intense. It was perfectly safe, even though there was definitely some risk to manage, and a danger element of just trusting another person. I fucking loved it. And I wanna do it again. Holy shit do I ever wanna do it again ❤️