Karen – Fetish Television by MonsterP63
Part I - FT.
She had read the ad in the classifieds of her ISP news site. FT was looking for models.
“FT? Fashion Television? I have nothing to lose” she had said while answering the ad.
To her surprise, a few days later, she received an e-mail confirming that she had been selected and to present herself at the studios the next Monday morning. She did.
She was surprised to see that the letters were plain black ones, looking like they were puffed up and very shiny. She remembered the stylish FT logo from the television shows, but she didn’t care more about a logo. Perhaps it’s a new logo she thought.
She entered and was greeted by a woman wearing very tight jeans, so tight that she seemed to have trouble walking, especially on her spiky six inches sandals. She invited her to her office where were laying weird clothes, extreme footwear and even a few coils of rope and leather straps.
“Welcome to FT. My name is Louise. Do you have any particular fetish before we continue?” she had asked.
Karen became wide eyes.
“Fetish? I… I don’t understand. Why?”
“Well, this is Fetish Television and we want everybody to feel home. Do you require anything special?”
“What? Fetish Television. I think I entered the wrong building, I was looking for Fashion Television.” Said Karen, blushing.
“Another one.” Said Louise with a smile. “You’re not the first one to make this mistake. I admit that we share the same letters but our logos are quite different. Haven’t you noticed the rubbery look of ours?” she asked.
“Well, yes, but I thought that, being fashion, they changed it for what’s hot. Anyhoo, forget it.” She said, ready to leave.
“Please, wait for a few minutes. Many make this mistake but many, after they see what we have to offer, decide to work for us. Would you care to have a look?” she said, presenting a document.
Since she was there why not, although she never really thought of herself of being a fetishist. She opened the document and browsed the pages. There were people dressed as babies and wearing diapers, others like Louise in very tight jeans, denim or leather, others dressed in spandex or shiny rubber from skirts to complete zentai suits, then it became heavier with people bound to different accessories or suspended in the air.
She felt hot, disturbed, especially looking at the women encased in rubber. She didn’t know why. She was disturbed by it.
Blushing, she was about to close the document when Louise quickly flipped it to the last page: it was the salary section. Karen browsed it and went wide-eyed.
“This is a joke, right? There must be a trap somewhere.” She said.
“No. This involves quite strenuous tasks. They pay is well deserved.” Calmly said Louise. “I noticed that your breathing changed when you saw the women in latex. Could that be your fetish?” she softly asked.
“No… Well, I guess not. I mean, I never tried anything like that before…”
“But it appeals to you right? Come on, we’re presenting the weather in about half an hour. Just the time needed to prep you. You’ll work for about 15 minutes, so it will not be that bad if you don’t like it. Dare to try?” she said, inviting her to be followed.
She didn’t know why, but she accepted. She was afraid but deep down inside, she wanted to try it. Louise led her to a huge changing room where other people were getting ready. One woman had a severe look, all dressed in tight leather and walking on black patent leather boots with a six inches spiky heel, her hairs held in a strict bun.
“Lynda, may I present you Karen? It’s her first try. She’ll be holding the board.”
“Welcome Karen.” Said Lynda, offering a hand encased in a tight black kid leather glove. Karen took it. She felt strange when she shook it. “See you on the set.”
“Hi.” She timidly answered. “T… Thanks.”
Louise led Karen to a rack of rubber clothes and browsed around taking a full catsuit. Then asking her shoe size, she went to another rack picking up a pair of black kid leather platform boots with a six inches spiky heel, then to another rack where she picked a box of leather stuff and finally, she opened a sealed bag producing a pair of rubber panties but with two huge things in it. Karen went wide-eyed.
“What the hell is that?” she asked.
“Dildo panties.” She said. “You’ll love them. For hygiene purposes, it’s the only piece of garment girls don’t share. This is yours. Whether you stay for us or not, you keep them.”
“But, I…”
Louise had already started unbuttoning Karen’s shirt and was undressing her rapidly. Karen was too surprised to react. In no time, she was naked in front of a bunch of unknown people, but they didn’t seem to care. Louise put a large amount of lubricant on the dildo panties and instructed Karen how to put them on.
Karen proceeded, not sure about all this. She felt the large intruders invade her. Oh, yes she knew what a dildo was and how it felt, but never in the other hole.
Once fully in, she walked a little, feeling them. She opened her mouth to say something but remained silent. Louise simply smiled.
Next came the rubber catsuit. It was a tough one to put on. Karen mentioned that it was perhaps too small, but Louise would not budge. It was the way it was supposed to fit. Once zipped in it, she felt all compressed and warm.
Louise looked at Karen with her head slightly slanted, thinking and making a grin. She came back a few minutes later with a corset which made Karen open her eyes wide.
“I’m not saying that you’re fat, but black shiny rubber tends to amplify even small bellies. You’ll be better looking with this.” She said, putting the fine dark blue satin garment around her waist, then started to pull.
Karen felt she was getting cut in half. When she asked the size it was, she startled.
“That’s four inches smaller than my waist!” she said.
“That’s the way it fits the best, dear.” Had said Louise, giving a last yank before tying the laces.
Karen was breathing in short gasps. She wondered if she had made the right choice. Even 15 minutes in this thing was deadly. But she was not over. Louise applied large leather cuffs at her ankles, over the knees, wrists and elbows to end with a three inches wide collar which she drew very tightly.
“Sorry about putting it that tight, but it’s better this way, believe me.” Had said Louise.
Karen wondered what was better that way. Her head she couldn’t move or the effort she had to do to swallow.
Louise led her into the studio. There, Karen startled seeing the crew in all sorts of fetish attire, from babies to transvestites or what appears like plain clothes.
She was led to a specific spot on the studio floor and was positioned over a large ring screwed on the floor. She was taken over by another technician wearing tight leather pants.
“Phil, this is Karen. It’s her first assignment. Take good care of her.” Had said Louise before leaving.
“Hi. Welcome aboard.” Had joyfully said Phil before tying her knees together, then her ankles and linking them to the ring on the floor. Then her arms were tied in her back, elbows drawn together, pushing her breast out.
“Open wide.” He said.
Karen executed not knowing why, but she soon felt a hard rubber ball filling her mouth. She tried to protest but Phil didn’t react. It was buckled very tightly behind her head.
She stood there, unable to move for about one minute. Then she saw another woman approaching the floor, dressed identically to her. She took place over another ring close by, and while making jokes, waited for Phil to fix her up. It was obviously not her first time. She winked at Karen who tried to answer with a smile.
Then Phil came back with another technician, holding a large bright green board. The chroma keyed board they use to superimpose the weather data on TV behind the host.
They fixed the board to Karen’s collar and to her knee cuffs. They did the same to the other girl. They were getting used as… board posts!
They both stayed there, unable to move. If one was leaning to one side, the other was feeling it and it was easy to lose balance. A few minutes later, Lynda entered the studio and took her place. Then the countdown was done and the show was aired.
Lynda did her weather, pointing at various specs with her riding crop. She looked like a dominatrix, giving orders to the weather systems.
All this time, forced to stand up, unable to move, she felt her dildos more and more… and she liked it. When she was untied and she walked back to the changing room, she felt so hot, so horny. Her legs were free but her arms were still tied. Louise went to her.
“So? What do you think?” she asked after removing the gag.
“Strange feelings. I’d like to… experiment more.” She said, looking down as much as her wide collar allowed.
“Fine with me.” Joyfully said Louise.
She was kept in the same setup for the whole day. She was used two more times as board post. She had then been spread eagled on a wall as the set of some talk show that was recorded. They had to redo a couple of interviews. She stayed like a fly on sticky paper for one hour and a half.
By the end of the day, she was hooked and she signed the contract.
In the following weeks, she was used regularly for the weather bulletin, and on the wall of the talk show, but she was tied up in many different positions, totally encased in rubber, used as a chair, a table, shelves holder, sucked between two sheets of rubber and suspended with a 45 degrees incline. She had been used numerous times as a model on “how to tie up properly” show, being coiled, hogtied, webbed, suspended, stretched, ball tied, etc.
She even spent one hour in ballet toe boots. She was surprised at how easy she managed them.
Tonight’s assignment? Part of the set of the Bound to Dance show. It was a show featuring video clips and live dancers on stage. For this one, she was dipped onto a large pool of amber gel, wearing a special snorkel providing her with air. She was doing it every week.
Moving in the gel was a challenge and a blast. She was moving in slow motion. The pressure of the gel increases the feeling on her dildos. She had a blast every time especially since she updated her dildo panties with vibrating ones.
Then, her movements became more difficult as if the gel was getting harder until she ended up frozen, unable to move, stuck in the last position she had.
For safety reasons, she was equipped with small earphones. She heard Louise.
“It’s a live show, Karen, it must go on. You and Lynda are apparently both stuck in your gel. I’ll try to figure out what happened.”
Louise came back a few minutes later.
“Hey girls! Well apparently the guy who prepared the gel tonight was new and he doubled the quantity of hardener, hence the gel becoming solid. We should be able to get you out of it after the show…” Then, looking at Karen and hearing her vibrating dildos through the hard gel and glass housing. “… Assuming you want to get out.”
Karen didn’t even hear the last remark. She was on another planet.
© Pete / monsterp63, August 15, 2006
Part II - The Mummy Show
Her butt, tightly encased in shiny black rubber, was wiggling as she was walking fast but with short steps on her spiky platform leather boots toward Suzy’s desk, the television station secretary. Her latex catsuit, very tight fitting, was squeaking with every move of her arms over the tight rubber corset constricting her waist five inches. Her curly brown hairs were floating freely on her shoulders. As she approached Suzy’s desk, she went faster.
“Oh, Suzy, I need you to type this in a hur… Well, I guess not.” She said, slowly coming to a stop next to Suzy’s desk who was looking at her with pleading eyes.
She was wearing a short, tight fitting red latex dress with thigh high black spiky boots. Her arms were strictly held in her back with a leather armbinder, pulling her elbows together. Her head was encased in a web of a leather harness with a large red hard rubber ball gag from which was protruding a wooden stick she was using to type on her computer. Her waist was tied to the chair with a wide leather strap while its wheels were blocked.
“Wow…” said Karen. “You did something wrong?”
Suzy grunted as she continued to type. Karen got closer to the screen. I will never again forget to put the e in Louise was written, numerous times although a counter at the bottom of the screen showed 142 of 500.
“Are we talking about THE Louise, the programming director?”
Suzy nodded yes, using the full yet little movement her head could do, restricted by a wide leather collar drawn very tight around her neck.
“Geesh! She’s in a very bad mood today.” Said Karen.
Another yes nod from Suzy.
“I think I’ll better come back later.” Softly said Suzy, quietly turning around to walk away, not wanting to wake up a sleeping dragon.
“KAREN!” she heard, very loud.
She stopped dead on her track and turned around, slowly. A woman wearing incredibly tight leather jeans and jacket, walking on spiky pumps with a five inches heel was coming toward her, her face rather severe.
“Yes… Oh hi Louise. How are we doing today?” she asked, trying to be delicate.
“Don’t ask!” she answered rather dryly. “If I ever get my hand on that son of a bitch that splashed me by running in this fucking poodle of water, I… Never mind. Do you have that proposal you talked to me about?”
“Well, yes but it’s in a draft form.” She said, lifting the document she had in her hand. “I was about to ask Suzy to type it down, but she’s kinda… tied-up with another assignment right now.” She said with a corner smile.
“Don’t play smart as with me today, Karen.” Answered Louise, then turning to Suzy who was obviously giggling “And you, shut up and continue to type otherwise I will tie your neck to your chair with a spring so strong that you will be barely able to reach the fucking keyboard.”
Suzy got serious quite fast and concentrated on her task.
“Give me that. I’ll keep you posted.” Said Louise, practically ripping the document off Karen’s hands and started to browse it while walking away.
Karen turned around and tried to casually walk away.
“KAREN!” she heard yelled again.
“Yes Louise… with an E.” said Karen, looking at Suzy who was definitely laughing. She was trying to relax the situation.
Louise opened her mouth, looked at Suzy who tried to be serious although her shaking shoulders proved otherwise, but did not talk to her.
“Don’t push me too far, Karen.” She said. “I’m really not in a good mood today. Is this about mummification?” she asked, lifting the document to make the point.
“Yes.” Said Karen. “We’ll have two participants on the show. One will be mummified with her limbs all separated and the other will have the full wrapping.”
“And who will perform it?”
“I’ve asked Mistress Carla to do it. So far, she’s in as long as she’s providing the mummification subjects from her own slave pool. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” Said Karen, getting serious yet anxious as Suzy’s reaction. She was not exactly eager to spend the rest of the day suspended inverted in mid air.
“You got Mistress Carla to be on the show and she agreed?” asked Louise with wide eyes.
“Yes. As a matter of fact, she should be here tomorrow afternoon to check out the set.”
“Oh geesh! How did you pull that one?” She said, walking to Suzy and untying her arms from the armbinder but leaving the harness gag.
“Type that in a hurry and don’t make any spelling mistakes this time” she said. “Do this in less than 10 minutes and I forgo the rest of your punishment. Karen, come with me.” She said, heading back for her office.
Karen followed Louise in her office who invited her to take a seat. Karen complied, squeezing herself into the purposely too narrow chair, her rubber catsuit squeaking on the leather armrests. Louise stayed up, pacing back and forth behind her huge desk.
“Wow, Karen. I’m impressed. Mistress Carla! You know I’m a big fan of mummification and Mistress Carla is the diva in this matter. Do you know if, you know, if she could take me instead of one of her slaves for that performance?” asked Louise, her face illuminating.
“Well…” Said Karen, playing with her latex covered fingers like a kid having done a bad thing. “There’s a little… snag.” She said, softly.
“What is it?” inquired Louise, frowning.
“It’s just… well… she would… I…” she took a deep breath, raised her head and looked as Louise straight in the eyes. “She doesn’t want you near her at any time. There, I said it. I don’t know what you did to her, but she doesn’t like you. Now please don’t punish me.”
“Oh shit! It happened over ten years ago. She’s still holding a grudge? I’ll tell you what happened: in college, her boyfriend cheated on her… with me. It was a moron anyways and she dumped him a week later. Come to think of it, that’s when she started to show some dominatrix behaviour.” She said, scratching her chin from her leather clad fingertips. “Anyways, I’m sure she would have forgotten by now.”
“She was very specific, Louise.”
“Oh, please.” She said with doggy eyes. “Ask her for me, will ya? Thanks, you’re a doll.” She said before Karen could answer of her own.
Karen left, troubled. A few hours later, she was back in Louise’s office with the news.
“She said that yes, she was still holding a grudge, but if you’re willing to be one of her subject to become mummified, she will not only do it, but erase that episode of her past.”
“That’s great! Thank you, Karen.” She said, hugging her, the leather creaking over the rubber. “Do you know who’ll be the other one?”
“She said that for having the nerve to ask her that, I would have to be the second one.”
“Oh, come on. It will be fun, you’ll see. I know you’ve never tried anything like that before, but believe me, it’s awesome. Do you know who will be the fully mummified one?”
“No. She didn’t want to tell. She just said that it would be something to remember.”
The Show
Mistress Carla arrived for the show flanked with two rubber clad slaves, tall and slender women with full breasts and thin wastes heavily compressed under rigid corsets, their heads evidently shaved under the tight fitting latex hood, walking with expertise on ballet toe boots. One was dressed with a red and the other with a yellow rubber suit.
They were pushing two carts, each one containing three cardboard boxes. Mistress Carla had the boxes put at specific places on the stage. Karen went to her, happy yet concerned: it would be her first mummification after all.
“Hello Mistress Carla. Everything is ready as you specified. We’re ready when you are.” Said Karen, smiling.
“Very well.” Said Mistress Carla from an authoritative tone. “Go on.” She said as she left the stage.
Karen, dressed in a short light green latex dress and matching platform shoes with a six inches heel, took her place center stage and waited for the signal from the show director signalling that the taping had begun.
“Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to this special mummification show where we’ll talk about the safety measures as well as techniques with none other than Mistress Carla.” She said, opening her left arm to introduce the woman.
Mistress Carla walked on stage, her tight fitting leather catsuit creaking heavily. She went on right away with basic safety procedures, warnings and tips on how to do everything right. Next it was time for the demonstration. She invited Karen and Louise, looking at that one frowning, to take place and to strip down to their latex underwear, as specified in her early instructions.
“We’ll first wrap both of these subjects with plastic wrap, limbs separated. It makes for a much more intense experience” she said, picking a roll of 8 inches wide plastic wrap.
She started with Karen, wrapping her left feet before putting it back on the platform shoe, then walking up her leg, overlapping the wrap a good 50% along the way. She stopped at her crotch. She then did the other leg the same manner then carefully wrapped the crotch and lower belly with an intricate criss-crossing pattern.
Then to the waist, she asked one of her slaves to grab a hold of Karen while she pulled very hard on the wrap so it was very tight. Karen helped by sucking in her stomach. She loosened up a little at the chest to allow her to breath but having already been briefed to the fact that Karen could sustain short breath for prolonged time, she still wrapped it rather tight.
Then she did the arms, wrapping the fingers together into a fingerless hand up to the shoulders where again an intricate criss-cross pattern made sure everything was perfectly covered. Then the head was delicately wrapped, paying attention at the neck and making sure she was not strangling her.
The same procedure was applied to Louise although from Karen’s limited vision, Mistress Carla appeared to go a heck of a lot tighter on her. Louise was also on platform shoes, a request from Mistress Carla that both would be wearing that.
From another cardboard box, the assistant slaves bring many rolls of silver duct tape. She started at the shoe and Karen understood the use of it: the thick sole gave room for the tape to stick. Carefully, with little strips, her foot was encased in the silver tape, then it went up her leg, rather tightly. The same with the other leg, then to the crotch where again, many cut strips were used to achieve the perfect look, without wrinkles or folded tape, and where everything was perfectly covered.
As with the plastic wrap, Mistress Carla pulled very hard when she reached Karen’s waist, squeezing in into a stiff and unyielding corset. Then it was her arms tied slightly bending before finishing with her head on which she left only eyes holes and a mouth hole. Everything was tight and very smooth. Mistress Carla then invited Karen to walk a little on stage.
Stiff legged, she complied, discovering the pleasure of being tightly wrapped, where any movement called for the whole body to react. Lifting her arms was practically impossible.
The same procedure was applied to Louise but with white PVC tape. Again, Karen was sure that Mistress Carla went a lot tighter on Louise than herself, but Louise didn’t seem to complain.
“With this setup, it’s obvious that your subject could wander around. That’s why, if you want to leave their legs free, I would suggest the following setup if you don’t want your subject to play with herself.” She said, having noticed that Karen had reached her crotch quite a few times.
She grabbed another roll of duct tape and approached Karen. Helped with the yellow rubber one, she grabbed Karen’s arms and folded them backward in her back into the reverse prayer position, then wrapped them in tape, finishing by wrapping the whole torso very tightly to make the arms almost completely disappear.
“This way, it will keep her arms out of the way.” Said Mistress Carla with a devil smile. Before snapping a leather collar around Karen’s neck and linking it to the ceiling.
Karen couldn’t move. Her arms were totally immobile. Her breath was short. She was feeling her body compressed from every inch, forced to stand on her high heels shoes, unable to move out of there. All she had to do was to squeeze her butt muscles to rub her inside against the dildos built-in to her panties. She was having a blast and was barely able to follow what Carla was doing to Louise.
With more duct tape, Carla began to wrap Louise’s legs together, the way a real mummy is, as she said. She took her arms and crossed over her chest, each hand resting on the opposite breast, and she began wrapping again, very tightly. It was obvious that Louise had a hard time, but she was not to complain, not to Mistress Carla who was acting a little of revenge.
Now stood two mummies, one without apparent arms but legs separated, the other completely wrapped.
“And now, the ultimate in bondage mummification.” Said Carla as the red suited one approached another box and a table center stage. “Body casting.”
“What?” thought Karen. “She’s going to put one of us in a fiberglass cast to top it? Since she was the most free one, she figured that she would be the one chosen, but to her surprise, she was not.
“Apparently, I don’t have time to wrap Karen the way needed to do it, but Louise is already in the proper position, so I’ll use her instead.” She said then whispering something to Louise’s ears who tried to twist and mumbled something but nothing bulged.
Aided with her two slaves, Mistress Carla proceeded with the wrapping of Louise into a tight cocoon of light blue fiberglass cast, from her high heels up to her head. A few minutes later, Louise was encased into a rigid cocoon, unable to move at all, the fiberglass covering her eyes. She was then placed on a large table as if she was an Egyptian mummified goddess, mute, deaf and blind.
Mistress Carla concluded the show by giving Karen a session of canning with her horse riding crop, demonstrating that even under layers of tape, one can appreciate a good whipping.
Then Karen was taken off her neck chain and installed on a table, facing Louise where her neck collar was linked to the edge of the table as well as her two ankles, and everything locked.
She was packing back everything and was preparing to leave! Karen tried to mumble something.
“That was a wonderful show and a wonderful opportunity you gave me Karen.” Said Carla. “But asking me to use Louise as a model instead of my slave was bold and inappropriate. With the treatment I gave Louise, I no longer hold a grudge on her, and to you, for asking me to take Louise, your punishment is to stay here, like that, for the rest of the day. I’ll be back to free you both.”
“Mmmoooottttfff?” mumbled Karen.
“Yes Both. Louise is staying like that for the rest of the day. What time is it? Ah, 10. I’ll be back in, oh… six hours. Sweet dreams.” She said as she applied a piece of tape over Karen’s eyes, putting her in the dark.
“If any of them had been even partially taken off those wrappings by the time I come back, whoever did it will spend one week in my dungeon. Understood? Good.” Said Carla before leaving.
Karen let herself drift into her fantasy world, squeezing her butt muscles and welcoming the stimulation. She had barely a thought for the rigid cast Louise as another orgasm was taking off.
© Pete / monsterp63, November 27, 2006
Part III - The Talk Show
The metal tip of the high heels boots were clicking loudly on the tiled floor. Karen was walking fast, a bunch of papers in her hands. With each step, she had to rock her hips because her shiny leather jeans were simply too tight to walk normally.
With each step, one could hear the tight leather creak with the strain, coming equally from her tight leather jeans and her tight leather jacket.
As she quickly walked in front of Suzy’s desk, she faintly heard…
“Wait. Don’t go in, Karen, she’s with…”
But she didn’t listen and from her gloved hand, she opened the door of Louise’s office, not checking if she was busy, not checking if there was already someone with her, in short, not checking.
Louise was evidently having a serious conversation with two guests. One was a tall black woman, sitting in the leather chair, dressed with a leather catsuit covered with chrome steel studs. Her hairs were tightly drawn in a tight bun and she had aggressive makeup. Definitely a dominatrix with her slave, the other guest, standing up behind her mistress, dangling on ballet toe boots from one feet to the other. She was encased in a very tight leather corset, wrapping her from the knees up to the neck. Her head was encased into a very severe leather hood, blindfolded and gagged. Her arms were nowhere to be seen and Karen suspected that they were somewhat tucked inside the dreadful corset.
Louise stopped in the middle of her phrase. She was evidently pissed off.
“What!!” she asked, dry.
“Oops… I didn’t know there was someone with you. It’s just that I had this great idea for a talk show and…” she said, waiving the papers.
“Give me that. I’ll check that later. Now out!” said Louise.
“Yes… Sorry… Nice meeting you Miss…” she said, looking at the dominatrix, obviously outraged by her attitude.
Karen swiftly got out of the office and closed the door. Passing by Suzy’s desk, she bit her lips.
“I told you so.”
“Yeah, and I’m gonna get it. Now I don’t think she will give my idea of a talk show a look.” She said. “I screwed it up this time. It’s just that it seemed such a good idea, that I was so proud of it…”
Louise’s office door opened and she could hear them talk, preparing to part.
“You better scram, Karen, and fast!” said Suzy.
She did, running to the nearest corner, but looking over it to see how things will go. She witnessed Louise shaking the hand of the dominatrix and then she went, pulling her slave behind her who seemed to have a real hard time coping with all her restraints. Louise approached Suzy’s desk.
“Tell me, Suzy. Do you know what Do Not Disturb means?”
“Yes Louise. I tried to stop Karen but she was pretty much running and she was opening your door before I could finish my phrase, so even less time to get up and stop her physically.”
“I see. And where is the road runner now?”
“She left as fast as she came in. She took the B corridor.” She said as they both turned their head and had the time to see Karen tucking behind the corner.
“KAREN! Come here NOW!” yelled Louise.
Karen hesitated just a few seconds but it was too long for Louise, evidently.
“I SAID COME HERE NOW, KAREN!!” yelled Louise one more time.
Karen complied, walking slowly, looking at the tip of her high heels boots playing hide and seek under her leather pants slightly flared legs.
“What the hell were you thinking?” asked Louise, pissed off.
“I’m very sorry.” Said Karen, playing with her leather covered finger like a kid who has been caught playing with matches. “I won’t do it again. I promise.”
“Yeah, right. Like I believe you. Now what’s this, if it’s that important?” she said, waiving a pile of paper.
“That’s my idea of a talk show. Amanda’s show is off the air for a few weeks while she gets better following the incident…”
“Incident?” cut in Suzy. “Amanda’s got hurt? When? How? Why wasn’t I advised?” she said, getting off her chair, nervous.
“I didn’t have time to brief you on that, Suzy. It’s my fault.” Said Louise. “It happened last night during her show, during the silly contest stunt. This time, two full blow-up enclosure enthusiasts had made a bet about who would cope with the most pressure. Amanda was standing between the two of them as their suits were inflated more and more. Everybody in the studio was sure that at least one of them was about to blow, but that was not to impress Amanda who stayed right there between the two of them.”
“And…” inquired Suzy.
“Well, you know Murphy’s law, don’t you? Amanda usually wears a corset, but she’s been fighting a cold lately and she was coughing a lot so she decided not to wear one. Well, both blow-up suits exploded at the same time. Amanda was right in the middle. The blow sent Amanda flying in the air, landing on a camera where she cracked two ribs. Having been wearing a corset, she would have been okay. And it made such a loud bang that she temporarily lost her hearing. The doctor said that she would be fine, but to stay out of work, and out of corsets for at least two to three weeks.”
“Oh my! That’s awful.” Said Suzy.
“Yes, so we have to plan a replacement show. Very well Karen. I’ll have a look at it but right now, Jennifer already submitted an idea and it looks promising.” Said Louise, waiving Karen’s documents and returning to her office.
“I don’t know,” said Suzy, looking at Karen, “But I doubt that she will even read it, judging by the mood she’s in.”
Karen didn’t add a word and went on to her business.
For the next few days, the talk show idea was never brought back, neither by Karen or Louise. Karen figured out that it was not the right time and forgot it.
She was home, casually lying on the sofa, relaxing reading a book while tightly constricted in a pair of extremely tight jeans, a corset and five inches stiletto pumps. The TV was on, of course on the FT channel. She was not paying a lot of attention until that spot aired.
“Don’t miss, right after this show, Karen’s new talk show.”
Karen let go of her book and stared at the screen. She had the time to see her face, then the show time and the show title before it was replaced by the movie currently playing. At the same time, the phone rang.
“Karen, it’s Louise. What are you doing home? You have a show that starts in half an hour!”
“Yes, I just learned about it. How come you never told me?”
“Never told you? I sent you three emails yesterday and today.”
“Really? I didn’t receive any email from you for a couple of days, actually. I thought you were still holding a grudge…”
“Oh shit. Must be that darn computer virus again. Well, anyways, move your butt over here, pronto.”
“But the show starts in half an hour and it’s the time it takes from here to there.”
“Then I suggest you start running right now!” said Louise from a very authoritative tone.
Karen hung up the phone and rushed out. Getting in her car in tight jeans and corset was not easy, but she had no time. She drove as fast as she could, but barely got more than five minutes of spare time before the show.
“Good you’re here… You’re not about to host the show dress like that, don’t you?”
“Well, I hadn’t had time to ch…”
“Shut up. Lynda! Lynda, help Karen get into something fast. There, here’s a dress. Put this on, Karen.”
“But that dress is two…”
“Put it on now! If you’re not on the show on time, you’re fired.”
Helped with Lynda, Karen struggled to squeeze herself into a bright blue rubber dress with long sleeves, high neck but going down only mid thighs, two sizes too small. She didn’t put any underwear under it. She was struggling to attach the straps of the five inches red stiletto sandals with a long strappy ankle strap that wraps up to below the knee when she heard the show director.
“Going on the air live in 30 seconds!”
Lynda helped Karen remove the last wrinkles and to buff the rubber dress to a spotless shine. Karen was ready to make her entrance with only three seconds to spare. She took a deep breath and realized just how tight the dress was: she had to struggle just to breath!
The show started. Karen entered the stage and was surprised to learn that there was a live audience also. Wow! That was going to be huge! Problem was that she hadn’t a single clue about her guests. She didn’t have time to review her questions, their background, etc. Good thing there was the teleprompter.
She was panting. The too small rubber dress was squishing her waist as well as her chest. She had to work at each breath to expand her rib cage to allow the lungs to suck in air. The sleeves were so tight that she could already feel her hands getting numb. The collar was so tight that swallowing was difficult. She quickly recomposed herself and forced in a deep breath.
“Hello everyone. I’m Karen and this is Let’s Talk. We have quite a show for you tonight, starting with my first guest. She’s been a regular practitioner of total body mummification for five years. The longest she had been kept mummified is three weeks. I did some mummification myself a while ago, and I must say that this is quite a feat. Please, give a tight welcome to Carrie.”
Under the applause, real and recorded, Karen turned toward the entrance and waited. Great! Her first guest appears to be late. Then she saw a shiny reflection and the curtain moved a little, and finally it went through, and Karen’s jaw dropped on the floor.
There, walking with obvious difficulties, was a tall woman, walking on her tiptoes, completely wrapped in silver duct tape, all limbs independent. She appeared very stiff and her movements were quite impaired. She, as well as the crowd, watched in amazement as the tightly wrapped woman struggled to get to the large leather seat nearby Karen’s desk, where she collapsed more than sat. She was leaning against the leather chair, unable to bend at the waist, nor the knees. Her neck appeared extremely rigid. Only two small holes, covered with dark lenses could be seen on her totally wrapped head. Two small ones were visible under her nose, for obvious breathing. But there was no mouth hole. She was half deaf, half blind and totally mute… on a talk show.
Karen looked at Louise, standing near the main camera, with a question mark on her face, but Louise appeared confident, almost too confident. She gestured to Karen to have confidence toward the teleprompter. She did.
“Well, that was quite an entrance, Carrie. Welcome to the show.”
“Mfffmfm” faintly answered the mummified girl.
“Very hard to hide the fact that you like to be wrapped up tight.” Said Karen, generating a small laugh within the crowd. “Now, you’ve been doing that for five years?”
She nodded a small yes, obviously working hard to move her head at all. Karen looked at the teleprompter. The questions, or rather comments were already there.
“I… I understand that you have many layers under all this. First a rubber catsuit complete with hood and feet and gloves.”
The mummy nodded yes.
“Then, a spandex catsuit, over which a layer of tightly wrapped plastic wrap, right?”
Another yes nod.
“Finally, one layer of PVC tape, and two layers of duct tape that gave the final result.”
Another yes not with some muffled sounds.
“That’s amazing. And apparently, you’re not wearing any corset, but your waist is compressed. By how much?” she asked, not realizing right away that she couldn’t answer the question, but she did. She raised her hands five times.”
“Err… five inches?”
Yes nod.
“And all that done with the compression of the wrapping only? Wow, amazing!”
Carrie laughed under her hood and raised her hand, acknowledging the reaction of the crowd.
“And tell me about your pointed toe boots. They are kid leather, lace up, knee high boots, applied between the pvc tape layer and the duct tape layers, right?
Another yes nod.
“That is really amazing. Now, you’ve made your personal record at three weeks, but there are rumors that you plan to go for more? Is that true?”
There was a yes nod and her arm rose two times.
“You’re planning to go for two weeks? I thought your record was already three…”
There was a distinctive “no” nod, and she raised her arm higher, two times.
“Not two weeks… Two months? You’re planning to stay mummified for two months?”
Yes nod.
“When and what will be the setup. Maybe you can come on the show for your wrapping.” Said Karen, trying to open the door for more talk shows.
Carrie nodded no and hit herself with both arms, then lifted her right one four times in the air.
“What… oh, I think I got it. You’re already set up and you’re doing it now.”
Yes nod.
“And you’ve been in it for four hours so far… no?… four weeks then?… Four weeks! Wow, that’s amazing”
The crowd reacted heavily, then the show director made her a usual sign.
“Well, folks, while we digest all this, we’ll take a short break.”
“We’re off!” yelled the director.
Karen jumped off her chair and ran to Louise.
“What the fuck is that, Louise? How do you want me to have a talk show if the guests are mute?”
“I’m sorry. It was all set up in the last minute. Jennifer’s suggestion didn’t work out and we had to change plans. The first guest we could find was the ones invited for Jennifer’s show.”
“What’s next?… Err. What are they doing with Carrie?”
Two strong men had approached some kind of steel support and were hanging her to it.
“She can’t sit, that you noticed I’m sure, so she can only either lay down or stand up, which quickly becomes tiring. Hooks have been embedded within the wrapping, over her shoulder blades. She will be only hanging by…” said Louise.
“Ah, I see. Hey, if you didn’t know about the guests how come…”
Karen was cut short by the director calling back on the air. Karen barely had the time to get back to her desk.
“Welcome back folks. As you can see, Carrie had been installed on her stand, much more comfortable than leaning against the chair. Now, for my next guest. She’s been an enthusiast of… total enclosure…” said Karen, making a short pause, thinking about how a total enclosure subject would be dressed “… for three years. Her goal would be to be totally sealed in rubber, permanently, but as you all know, this is currently medically impossible, but she’s working on it. Please give a warm welcome to Brandy.
Confirming Karen’s horror, entered a tall woman, standing on thigh high patent leather boots with a spiky 5 inches heels. She was wearing a double thickness form fitting blow-up suit, complete with feet and gloves. It was complemented with a thick blow up hood with only tiny glassine holes for her to see. It was obvious that she was totally mute as only a small hose was getting out from the back of her neck to allow her to breath.
In addition, her hands were secured in her back with leather cuffs at the wrists and elbows.
She hobbled on her short hobble chain to the chair where she sat more or less gracefully. Karen was boiling inside.
Karen did her best, trying to make a good interview but she quickly ran out of stuff to ask since Brandy couldn’t even answer with her hands. She jumped quickly to a commercial break and fired at Louise.
“Okay, what’s the joke?” she asked. “I can’t have a talk show with nothing but mute people, and…”
“Calm down, Karen. Your next guest will speak, it’s Mistress Petra.”
“Mistress Petra? The one I… interrupted the other day?”
“Yes that’s the one.” Said Louise with a corner smile.
She had to go back to her desk.
“Welcome back. My next guest is a renown dominatrix, also known for the development of a variety of new products. Please welcome Mistress Petra and her slave, #4.”
Under the applauses, entered a tall woman, dressed in tight leather, having on tow a thin woman, evidently encased in a very tight body corset, struggling to walk as fast as her mistress, her head encased with a wide leather harness holding an extra large ball gag deeply in her mouth. Her arms were tightly secured in a single glove in her back. The Mistress took her seat and her slave took position behind her, dangling on her ballet toe boots.
“Welcome Mistress Petra.”
“Nice to be here, Karen.” She answered with a forced smile, not wanting to cut on her legendary severity.
“Mistress Petra, you’ve been known for various innovations to the fetish community, and I believe that Brandy’s hood is one of them.”
“Yes Karen. The hood reproduces the shape of a human face when inflated. Some like the balloon look, some not. This one will reproduce the feature of the wearer’s face. It has an embedded gag with the tube running inside the double layer, to the back of the helmet, giving a totally smooth face. It can be outfitted with breathing and feeding tubes, all ending at the back of the hood.”
“Very interesting. Now you’ve come to present us another new product.”
“Yes, it’s a new fabric called Fiberlatex. It’s a blend of latex, carbon fibers, glass fibers and spandex fibers, with other components I can’t discuss.”
“Of course. What are the advantages of this Fiberlatex?”
“For one it has a 200% stretchability, meaning that the garment can be made very small to allow for the perfect second skin tight fit. The other main point is that it’s very resistant. In fact, we have to use laser cutters and fusers to make it as standard cutting and sewing is totally impossible.”
“Wow! Is there more?”
“Yes. It is breathable allowing the wearer to keep it for prolonged periods of time. I’m sure Brandy here is all ears. And finally, it has a permanent shine.”
“Fantastic! I’m sure many total enclosure fans will be pleased with that. Is #4 wearing it?”
No, #4 is not worthy of that, but I did bring out a complete suit. Would like to try it on?”
“You mean me? right now?”
“Why not. I don’t think your other guests would complain.” Said Mistress Petra with a devilish smile, focusing on the fact that the two other guests were deaf, mute and in no position to intervene.
Karen had a look at Louise who approved with a large smile and two thumbs up. Karen agreed and the same two strong men who put the mummy on its rack went on stage, one of them carrying a lump of rubber. Karen joined them, followed by Mistress Petra, and took the suit off the man’s hands and held it in front of her.
“Geesh! Sure it will fit?” she said, holding the suit at arm length.
The length was okay, but it was awfully small. So small in fact that the waist was about the size of her thigh, and the thigh of the suit was about the size of her arm.
“Oh yes, it will fit perfectly. You see, the fabric is 200% stretchy, and it is so strong that we can make it that small and it will fit perfectly, without any wrinkle, like a second skin since it is almost paper thin.
One of the men, although very muscular, was very delicate at zipping down Karen’s dress. She struggled to peel herself out of the tight and sticky garment, revealing her nakedness to all. She felt relief as her rib cage was uncompressed. Little did she know that it was only for a short time and that the worst was yet to come. A chair was approached and she sat to feed her feet through the leg.
“It won’t go.” She said, pulling on the shiny fabric.
“Yes it will. Don’t be afraid to rip it. Go ahead, pull hard.”
Karen took a fistful of fabric and pulled on it as hard as she could, sure it would rip, but it held and the leg went in. She had a question mark on her face when she got to place her feet into the attached socks.
“I brought the full featured one. They are designed to be worn with ballet boots, so the sole had been reinforced to ease the prolonged wear features. You’ll also notice that there’s a D ring embedded within the suit. Try as you might, you will never be able to remove it. D rings are included at the ankles, over the knees, at the wrists and elbows.”
“Very interesting.” Said Karen, struggling to put her other leg in, through the small opening of the zipper that was not going all the way through, but only down half her back.
Finally the legs were in and she stood up. Immediately, one of the strong men helped her keep her balance while the other took the suit and yanked it up gently until Karen asked him to stop.
“There… there’s something at the crotch.
“Yes.” Said Mistress Petra. “I told you, it’s the full featured suit. It has two vibrating dildos. They are not removable. Go on, put them on, I’m sure you’ll like them.”
“I’m sure I will.” Said Karen, smiling “Geesh… they appear quite large, I mean larger than what I’m used to.”
“It’s possible. Since they had to be hollow to allow for enemas, they had to be larger. Again, this is the full featured suit. Go on slowly, and they’ll easily glide in.” said Petra, her voice slowly changing from courteous to dry. “You’re a good girl.”
Once the dildos were in, the two strong men yanked the suit up, lifting Karen off the ground, before helping her with the arms in the very tight sleeves. It was a struggle, even to put her fingers into the attached gloves. The last step was to pull the back zipper on. Karen felt her waist and chest being crushed by the extra-tight fabric. The only thing left was the attached hood, currently dangling in front of her.
“Don’t forget the hood.” Said Mistress Petra.”. Here, I’ll help you with the tubes.”
“Tubes?”
“Yes, breathing and feeding tubes. The breathing tubes go up your nose, and the feeding one in your mouth.” Said Mistress Petra getting the tubes out of the hood and proceeding to insert them into Karen’s mouth and nostrils.
The strong men were ensuring that Karen was going nowhere. Karen had a frantic look at Louise who was smiling, approving everything, so she let go and accepted the tubes. Once they were in place, the zipperless hood, also very tight, was pulled down over her head, and tucked inside the suit collar before the back zipper was brought fully up. Then before she could react, a large collar was applied around her neck. She felt something snap, as if a lock had been applied. Finally, Mistress Petra approached with what looked like a syringe and poke it just to the side of the mouth tube. Immediately, Karen felt the inside of her mouth being filled, as the blow-up gag was being filled with some substance, but not air. Only small tinted lenses allowed her to see. The hood itself was cutting pretty much all sounds. She was hearing her breathing and her pounding heart.
“Very well.” Said Mistress Petra. “Now, lets see if the cuffs are that strong, shall we?”
Before she could react, Karen’s arms were drawn together in her back and locks applied at the wrists and elbows D rings. Karen struggled to get free, but it was no use. The suit was just too tight and too strong.
Each breath was a challenge. Compared to that, her tight rubber dress was child play. A corset would compress only your stomach, but this suit was compressing everything, everywhere. She slowly walked around on the stage, feeling the presence of the extra large dildos, and the suit massaging every part of her body, with every move. The harsh lights of the studio were reflecting on it, returning shining patterns following her enhanced curves. Karen had a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors used as the set of the show. She was stunned by the tall and thin rubber creature she was seeing. Mistress Petra asked Karen to sit so the proper footwear would be applied.
A few minutes later, her feet were locked into knee high ballet toe boots. Yes locked as small locks had been fixed to the smallest portion of her boot at the ankle, as well as on the last top hole of it.
The boots were specially made with a cut out hole, allowing the D ring of the ankle to peek through. Before Karen could say anything, like if she had been able to, a short hobble chain was put between her ankles.
The strong men pulled her up and the chair was removed, allowing Karen to hobble around, feeling the wonderful suit, but also realizing the predicament she had put herself into. After she had expertly toured the stage two times on her ballet boots, rendering the crowd speechless upon such a wonderful sexy, black and shiny sight, she approached Mistress Petra, showing her locked wrists and mumbling something, barely audible.
“What? Oh, you want to be released.”
Karen nodded a definitive yes.
“Well, that’s not up to me, since I don’t have the keys.”
“Mfffaatttt”
“I gave them to Louise.”
Louise looked surprised.
“To me? Oh, those keys? I didn’t know what they were. I don’t have them here, they’re home.”
“Mmfffmfmf”
The crowd started to have some reaction to the situation. Louise went on stage. Karen was acting pissed off, kicking her ballet boot on the ground. Each move sent more shining reflection of the perfectly smooth suit.
“Thank you very much Mistress Petra for your cooperation. Well, I think it’s time for an explanation, here.” Said Louise.
“Mffmffffm?” mumbled Karen, stopping dead on her track. The audience laughed.
“You see, Karen here, is very good at her work, but lacks some proper behavior skills. One of the things she does repeatedly, without working on correcting it, is to ram into someone’s office, not checking first if she’s disturbing a meeting, a phone call, and not considering any “do not disturb” signs.”
While Louise was talking, Karen barely noticed the two men slowly coming behind her with a long chain apparently already fixed to a stage column.
“The last event occurred when I was having a meeting with Mistress Petra, here, who wanted to know how she could present her new product, the Fiberlatex suit. After Karen ran into my office with the idea of a talk show, Mistress Petra was soon to suggest that Karen would need to be disciplined. So this setup was thought of.”
The crowd applauded and cheered. Karen was boiling and struggling to get her arms free.
“Thank you. Now, you already know #4, but I should tell you Carrie’s real name: #3 and Brandy’s real name is #2. No one is of course #1. All are slaves of Mistress Petra.”
The mummy struggled to raise one of her tightly taped arms in a salute gesture while the totally enclosed one slightly bowed.
“Now, for Karen’s punishment, since the suit is for long term wear, she will be kept in it until Amanda can take her show back, in about two to three weeks. For the time, you’ll see a small image at the lower right of your television screen. A camera will constantly monitor Karen’s struggle in the extra tight suit, because let’s reveal it to the audience, it is about three times as small as it should have been.”
“Mmffrrrmmf” said Karen.
“Well, you get what you deserved.” Said Louise. “Next time you’ll know what to do when you’ll see a Do Not Disturb sign.”
Karen was about to run up to Louise, but she felt something on her neck and heard a snap sound. She turned around to realize that she was chained to a column, and couldn’t move from there.
“Well folks, I would like to thank Miss Petra, #2, #3 and #4 to have participated at this show. Good night, and be here next week for another talk show, hosted by Jennifer, and this time, believe me, the guests will be able to talk. Good night.”
The crowd cheered loudly. Many came to the stage to examine Karen’s suit and asked questions to Mistress Petra. She felt like a praised cattle. She was begging for release but everyone was plainly ignoring her pleas. They were simply touching the soft and shiny fabric, feeling how tight it was on Karen. Nobody was inquiring about how SHE felt. Half an hour later, the stage was empty and the lights turned down, except for one spot, aiming at Karen’s location. All she could do was stand up or sit… if only they had left her a chair. Oh well, on the floor. The chain length was just enough for that. There was however, no way that she could lay down. But sitting straight on a hard floor, with two huge vibrating dildos invading your crotch…
It promised to be a hell of a time. She would have to get revenge.
She closed her eyes and let the waves of the first of many orgasms built.
© Pete / monsterp63, March 26, 2007