Unexpectedly encased in plaster by his wife

“Unexpectedly Mummified in Plaster by His Mistress” was written for BDSMforyou.nl by Mistress Moriah.

He parked the car carefully. The day was over; it had been an exhausting one. This was the time of year when he had to bring in clients, and although he enjoyed his work, these months were always exhausting. To make the most of his time, his appointments were tightly packed together. For today, they were all done; just a bit of paperwork left to handle, and he could finally sleep.

Useless piece of trash

As soon as he walked through the door, he heard her voice. “Slave, are you finally here? Come here.” He knew, no matter how tired he was, that he’d better answer her call, because otherwise her displeasure would be visibly inflicted upon his body, and he knew full well that he didn’t have the energy for that right now.

“You called, Mistress,” he said, kneeling before her and lovingly kissing her feet.

“Indeed, slave, you’re late tonight. You’ve surely been wasting your time again. And here I am, waiting. You worthless piece of trash.”

“Oh no, Mistress, I…”

Undress!

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt her hand land hard on his cheek.

“I’m not interested in your comments. If I want to hear your opinion, I’ll tell you myself! Undress!”

Quickly, he pulled off his jacket, slipped the tie from his neck, and swiftly shed the rest of his clothes. He knew she didn’t like waiting.

Less than a minute later, he stood completely naked before her. The only thing adorning his body was his gleaming chastity belt, which was attached to his cock with a hefty Prince Albert stud, and if you looked closely, the welts from her last outburst were still visible on his back.

“Go get your collar.”

In a slight panic

He knelt before her. He had already put the collar around his neck. His head now rested on her lap, so she could lock it with one of the keys around her neck. His thoughts, in a slight panic, turned to the paperwork he still had to do, but he knew that with the collar around his neck, he belonged to her. Her toy, her possession.

“Come with me,” she said, pushing his head off her lap and standing up. He followed her into the bedroom.

“Lie down,” she said, pointing to the bondage table.

“But Mistress,” his thoughts were still racing in mild panic toward the emails he still had to send, but before he could finish his sentence, he felt her hand land on his cheek for the second time that evening with considerable force.

“Shut up!”

Surrender and Let Go

He decided to surrender to her and let go of his thoughts. After all, he knew that if he didn’t listen to her, she would punish him physically, and he really didn’t have the energy for that right now. She didn’t shy away from using the bullwhip or cane hard and frequently. In fact, he was certain she enjoyed it, so she wouldn’t let any opportunity go to waste.

As soon as he had crawled onto the bondage table, she secured his wrists with cuffs to the metal rings on the table.

His legs were also secured to the table with ankle cuffs. After she was sure he was firmly restrained, she took a rubber mask from the play chest and placed it over his head. This deprived him of his sight, leaving him in complete darkness.

Water?

He heard her walk away, and he was surprised at how long it took before he heard her return. He wondered what she had been doing; he hadn’t been able to make sense of the sounds he’d vaguely heard. It had seemed like he’d heard water running, but he couldn’t think of any reason why she might need it.

For a moment, nothing happened, and there was only silence and darkness around him. Suddenly, he felt her wrapping him up. “But with what?” the thought raced through his mind. It felt soft and airy. Different from the leather or latex he was used to.

Soft fabric

When his body was completely wrapped in the soft fabric, something cold was suddenly placed on his arm. The sensation was completely unfamiliar to him. “What was this? What was she going to do to him?” He could expect anything from her.

The sensation kept repeating itself, each time in a different spot. Her hands glided over the cold spots, and suddenly he realized what she was doing! Plaster! She was plastering his entire body! He could already feel the spots she had treated first hardening. Soon he wouldn’t be able to move at all. She was turning him into a living mummy…

Hardening

She had carefully encased him entirely in plaster. Some areas were already starting to turn dull, a sign that it was hardening. Soon he wouldn’t be able to move at all, not even a finger. She relished the sight of him lying there so defenseless. He was hers. And he, he flew away on the wings of powerlessness, toward the all-encompassing silence of empty nothingness…

He didn’t know how long he had been lying there. He awoke from a kind of deep sleep when he felt something metallic sliding over his body. His head felt empty, stripped of all tension and accumulated stress. As she slid the cast off his body, he felt liberated not only physically but above all mentally.

Radiant smile

After she also removed the mask from his face, he saw, once his eyes had adjusted to the light, her radiant smile. “Why don’t you clean up the mess, little slave? Then you can do your paperwork afterward, which you still have to do,” she said, pressing a soft kiss on his lips before walking out of the room.

He felt how a mixture of adrenaline and mental emptiness had provided his body with new energy. In its purest form. He was buzzing. She was beaming.

“Yes, Mistress, thank you.”

Being her possession gave him complete freedom.

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