Kyoto was your ordinary twenty year old Japanese girl except for two things… her perky D cups and the fact that her father was Makoto Kamifuku. That’s right, her father was the founder and CEO of Kamifuku Technologies which includes such products as high speed computer chips, long lasting batteries, and the leaders in developing 3D television just to name a few. With such a large and profitable company, Makoto was worth nearly a billion dollars. This meant Kyoto could live off her daddy’s wealth and do whatever she wanted. Like many spoiled, rich brats, she spent her time hanging out in the trendiest clubs, buying the most fashionable clothes, and travelling the world. She had many boyfriends, usually just seeing them a few times and enjoying the wild (and occasionally kinky) sex before deciding they had nothing else to offer her and dumping them. A favorite target of paparazzi, she always had photographers following her every exploit and writing about her newest fling. ...

I knew I was in trouble with the Mistress this morning when all I got for breakfast was one liquid drink and a bad look on her face. Within ten minutes I had bad pains down below and an urgent need for the bathroom. I had been given a system washout drink. Then came the enema to really clean me out. ‘Prepare yourself for some serious mummification time’ was all the Mistress said to me a short time later. I was tied to a metal frame, spread eagle fashion and then the mistress started to trim all my body hairs to a stubble. Next she covered me from the top of my head to my toes with a cream which she took great pleasure in not only applying, but making sure it was well rubbed in at the top of my legs, teasing my cock and balls as she wished. Then came the hosepipe to wash me down completely, not a hair left on my body anywhere, not even my eyebrows. I must be clean inside and out. ...

“What is this thing?” Camille asked standing in front of a conveyer belt, about 8 feet long with an odd hoop on the end. “Just relax and lay down.” Reluctantly Camille lays down on the conveyor belt, and is a bit surprised when I pull a strap over her calves and over her waist and wrists. She whimpers nervously. I shift the belt forward so her toe is through the hoop. “What’s happening?” she asks. “It’s okay my little cherished one.” I say calmly. I pull a strip of tape out of the bottom of the hoop and attach it to her toe. She wiggles it curiously. A carriage with the tape begins to make revolutions around the hoop as the belt moves slowly. Four revolutions for each inch that the belt moves. “What’s happening?” she asks a bit panicked, struggling. “You know I’m moving, right?” I ask, watching the machine work. “Yes…” she says unsurely. “Well, I want to make sure all of my cherished things are packed well.” “Packed?” she says inquisitively “Yes.” I say as she whimpers a bit realizing her fate. I remove the strap on her leg as it approaches the hoop. She struggles a bit but the tape holds her. “Packing me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. “Yes, my little demoness.” I state. She whimpers as I stroke her head to comfort her. “It will be okay. There will be more than just the tape.” She looks up at me scared. “You’ll be safe, and I am sure you will arrive unharmed.” I add. “Sending me and not taking me yourself?” she inquires. “Oh, I’ll be driving the truck.” I say to her as I slide a cart to catch her body as it feeds through the hoop. She squirms trying to move her legs, the tape holds firm, even as it captures her wiggling hands. As it wraps them up I release the other strap. “A-and you’re gonna put me in the back?” she asks, again unsure of her circumstances. “Yes, my dear.” She continues to struggle as the tape works up her chest. I place a neck brace around her neck to protect it. She watches the ceiling because of it. “That will keep you from getting hurt.” I say trying to comfort her. She looks at the taping machine and cries out my name as I put a rubber hood over her head to keep her hair from getting caught in the tape. “Open wide for me.” I command. She gulps and shakes her head, biting her lip as the tape works up her mouth. “If you want to breathe, I would suggest you open up.” I explain. She whimpers and opens her mouth. I shove a mouthpiece in with a tube that sticks up out of it. The tape catches up and the tube pokes a hole in the tape as it passes over it. “Aren’t you glad you opened up?” I ask. She whimpers and tries to nod. Instead giving a muffled “mmm-hmmm” as she looks up at me desperately just before the tape covers her eyes, following the rest of the head. I turn off the machine and cut the tape. I give her a kiss on the tube. I hear her panting as she continues to squirm. I use the cart to put her next to a metal capsule with a rubber lining. Carefully I lift her into it. I give her a hug before closing the lid. She whines and mumbles a bit as I close it. After I close the lid I inflate the rubber lining to hold her tightly. I carefully use a winch to raise the tube and lower it into a carefully made crate. As I begin to hammer the lid of the crate closed I hear her scream into the tube. “I’ll be sure to make sure I open you as soon as I can on Tuesday.” I say reassuring her, she screams into the tube, obviously not reassured. ...

“What is this thing?” Camille asked standing in front of a conveyer belt, about 8 feet long with an odd hoop on the end. “Just relax and lay down.” Reluctantly Camille lays down on the conveyor belt, and is a bit surprised when I pull a strap over her calves and over her waist and wrists. She whimpers nervously. I shift the belt forward so her toe is through the hoop. “What’s happening?” she asks. “It’s okay my little cherished one.” I say calmly. I pull a strip of tape out of the bottom of the hoop and attach it to her toe. She wiggles it curiously. A carriage with the tape begins to make revolutions around the hoop as the belt moves slowly. Four revolutions for each inch that the belt moves. “What’s happening?” she asks a bit panicked, struggling. “You know I’m moving, right?” I ask, watching the machine work. “Yes…” she says unsurely. “Well, I want to make sure all of my cherished things are packed well.” “Packed?” she says inquisitively “Yes.” I say as she whimpers a bit realizing her fate. I remove the strap on her leg as it approaches the hoop. She struggles a bit but the tape holds her. “Packing me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. “Yes, my little demoness.” I state. She whimpers as I stroke her head to comfort her. “It will be okay. There will be more than just the tape.” She looks up at me scared. “You’ll be safe, and I am sure you will arrive unharmed.” I add. “Sending me and not taking me yourself?” she inquires. “Oh, I’ll be driving the truck.” I say to her as I slide a cart to catch her body as it feeds through the hoop. She squirms trying to move her legs, the tape holds firm, even as it captures her wiggling hands. As it wraps them up I release the other strap. “A-and you’re gonna put me in the back?” she asks, again unsure of her circumstances. “Yes, my dear.” She continues to struggle as the tape works up her chest. I place a neck brace around her neck to protect it. She watches the ceiling because of it. “That will keep you from getting hurt.” I say trying to comfort her. She looks at the taping machine and cries out my name as I put a rubber hood over her head to keep her hair from getting caught in the tape. “Open wide for me.” I command. She gulps and shakes her head, biting her lip as the tape works up her mouth. “If you want to breathe, I would suggest you open up.” I explain. She whimpers and opens her mouth. I shove a mouthpiece in with a tube that sticks up out of it. The tape catches up and the tube pokes a hole in the tape as it passes over it. “Aren’t you glad you opened up?” I ask. She whimpers and tries to nod. Instead giving a muffled “mmm-hmmm” as she looks up at me desperately just before the tape covers her eyes, following the rest of the head. I turn off the machine and cut the tape. I give her a kiss on the tube. I hear her panting as she continues to squirm. I use the cart to put her next to a metal capsule with a rubber lining. Carefully I lift her into it. I give her a hug before closing the lid. She whines and mumbles a bit as I close it. After I close the lid I inflate the rubber lining to hold her tightly. I carefully use a winch to raise the tube and lower it into a carefully made crate. As I begin to hammer the lid of the crate closed I hear her scream into the tube. “I’ll be sure to make sure I open you as soon as I can on Tuesday.” I say reassuring her, she screams into the tube, obviously not reassured. ...

“What is this thing?” Camille asked standing in front of a conveyer belt, about 8 feet long with an odd hoop on the end. “Just relax and lay down.” Reluctantly Camille lays down on the conveyor belt, and is a bit surprised when I pull a strap over her calves and over her waist and wrists. She whimpers nervously. I shift the belt forward so her toe is through the hoop. “What’s happening?” she asks. “It’s okay my little cherished one.” I say calmly. I pull a strip of tape out of the bottom of the hoop and attach it to her toe. She wiggles it curiously. A carriage with the tape begins to make revolutions around the hoop as the belt moves slowly. Four revolutions for each inch that the belt moves. “What’s happening?” she asks a bit panicked, struggling. “You know I’m moving, right?” I ask, watching the machine work. “Yes…” she says unsurely. “Well, I want to make sure all of my cherished things are packed well.” “Packed?” she says inquisitively “Yes.” I say as she whimpers a bit realizing her fate. I remove the strap on her leg as it approaches the hoop. She struggles a bit but the tape holds her. “Packing me?” she asks, a bit incredulously. “Yes, my little demoness.” I state. She whimpers as I stroke her head to comfort her. “It will be okay. There will be more than just the tape.” She looks up at me scared. “You’ll be safe, and I am sure you will arrive unharmed.” I add. “Sending me and not taking me yourself?” she inquires. “Oh, I’ll be driving the truck.” I say to her as I slide a cart to catch her body as it feeds through the hoop. She squirms trying to move her legs, the tape holds firm, even as it captures her wiggling hands. As it wraps them up I release the other strap. “A-and you’re gonna put me in the back?” she asks, again unsure of her circumstances. “Yes, my dear.” She continues to struggle as the tape works up her chest. I place a neck brace around her neck to protect it. She watches the ceiling because of it. “That will keep you from getting hurt.” I say trying to comfort her. She looks at the taping machine and cries out my name as I put a rubber hood over her head to keep her hair from getting caught in the tape. “Open wide for me.” I command. She gulps and shakes her head, biting her lip as the tape works up her mouth. “If you want to breathe, I would suggest you open up.” I explain. She whimpers and opens her mouth. I shove a mouthpiece in with a tube that sticks up out of it. The tape catches up and the tube pokes a hole in the tape as it passes over it. “Aren’t you glad you opened up?” I ask. She whimpers and tries to nod. Instead giving a muffled “mmm-hmmm” as she looks up at me desperately just before the tape covers her eyes, following the rest of the head. I turn off the machine and cut the tape. I give her a kiss on the tube. I hear her panting as she continues to squirm. I use the cart to put her next to a metal capsule with a rubber lining. Carefully I lift her into it. I give her a hug before closing the lid. She whines and mumbles a bit as I close it. After I close the lid I inflate the rubber lining to hold her tightly. I carefully use a winch to raise the tube and lower it into a carefully made crate. As I begin to hammer the lid of the crate closed I hear her scream into the tube. “I’ll be sure to make sure I open you as soon as I can on Tuesday.” I say reassuring her, she screams into the tube, obviously not reassured. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant It all started as a bit of a joke. We had been watching some old B movies in the common room and several of the girls had shown signs of being genuinely frightened. We thought it was hilarious of course. The idea was to try and take it one step further by bringing one of the monsters to life. The first attempt at making myself into a mummy nearly ended in disaster. We got the bandages too tight and I could hardly bend my legs or arms. It may have been funny but that was not the reaction I was looking for. So we had to start all over again. James threatened to leave me like it anyway but I’m bigger than he is so the threat of revenge was enough to start him unwrapping me and trying again. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant Nancy Leigh shuffled her sneakers on the sidewalk as she moved slowly down the street, ignoring the obvious looks from the male students hurrying to a late class. (She also ignored the jealous glares of the other coeds.) The old Mansfield Mansion was ahead on the left. She passed it two or three times a day, but she never paid it more than a glance. She never had to. The place was only a big old spooky house. ...

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza, who gave me the inspiration and drive to write this story, especially the likes of Jenny and Toran ** It all started 3 years ago, when a group of us met up, and decided to start a game, a sex game of warped proportions between our group. Each round was 6 months long, and usually involved a modification of some sort, and recently the stakes had been getting higher. My name was pulled out of the hat. My head started to spin. My partner started to think, as the cogs in her head started to turn. At that point, I knew mine was going to top it all. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza, who gave me the inspiration and drive to write this story, especially the likes of Jenny and Toran ** It all started 3 years ago, when a group of us met up, and decided to start a game, a sex game of warped proportions between our group. Each round was 6 months long, and usually involved a modification of some sort, and recently the stakes had been getting higher. My name was pulled out of the hat. My head started to spin. My partner started to think, as the cogs in her head started to turn. At that point, I knew mine was going to top it all. ...

Special thanks to the members of the Gromet’s plaza, who gave me the inspiration and drive to write this story, especially the likes of Jenny and Toran ** It all started 3 years ago, when a group of us met up, and decided to start a game, a sex game of warped proportions between our group. Each round was 6 months long, and usually involved a modification of some sort, and recently the stakes had been getting higher. My name was pulled out of the hat. My head started to spin. My partner started to think, as the cogs in her head started to turn. At that point, I knew mine was going to top it all. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant WHEN Chloe announced that she had invited a real lifestyle Dominatrix to help sort Becky out, her slave knew that she had all but won. It had taken six months but it really looked as though Chloe was finally throwing in the towel and admitting defeat in their mutual contest of wills. The ‘game’ had started almost from the day the two had first met at that fetish event in Soho. They had started dating and had found in themselves a mutual love of BDSM; but while both wanted to be the dominant member of the partnership, neither was particularly willing to be the submissive. Equally, neither was willing to end the relationship and seek submissive partners elsewhere. And so Chloe - or was it Rebecca herself? - had thrown down the gauntlet and issued the challenge. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant This is the tale of being caught out during a self bondage session. My wife, Anne, will join in my games occasionally, but not as often as I would like, and is more playful as a sub in bondage, rather than enjoying my taste for rubber and bondage. Although she is quite understanding of my self bondage sessions; while she is out at work, she likes to know when I am up to my solo pleasures. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant Beth was taped up waiting for Sharna and Lacey to return with her new toys. At the adult store Sharna and Lacey enter the adult store. A man from behind to counter said, “Welcome to Jo’ Bob ’s Den of Iniquities. I am Jo’ Bob ; can I be of any assistance?” Lacey says they are looking for a blue super deluxe wireless vibrator set, blue breast-milking nipple clamps with pump, and a blue leather obedience hood. The man said that he had all of the things the women had asked for and some new stuff that they may not have seen before. He showed the women the new white noise earplugs with microphone that blocked out all noise except, what was said into the microphone for full sincerer depravation, and it even come it different colors. He told the women that he had a very new item that will not be out for sale to the public for at lease six more months. He said he was beta testing it for the manufactures. He asked if the women would like to see. They said yes. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant You walk into the hardware store that great cavern of delights, where so many seemingly innocent every day items have for you that second, darker, more exciting use. You told your partner that you were “going to get that mirror” you had been meaning to buy for the last -well long time. But it’s an excuse. He knows it, you know it, its all part of the elaborate ritual that has developed over the time between you. ...

This is my first story and is actually a true experience. The dream seemed to repeat itself over many nights, indeed over many years. There were a lot of variations, but all the dreams had a common theme of me being wrapped up tight in what appeared to be some sort of clear plastic. Some times this was like bandages wound over and over until there was nothing of me left unwrapped. Other times it was like I was in some sort of plastic bag that had been shrunk tightly over me. I looked and felt like a supermarket chicken. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant Marie woke to find herself strapped to a padded table with her legs held firmly in gynae stirrups, her tender areas open for treatment. She could not see or speak. A fully packed mouth and heavy tape over her lips and eyes accounted for that. Her wrists and arms were strapped tightly to the metal pole at the head of the table. Wide leather straps crossed her body at her forehead, neck, shoulders, chest, waist and hips. Movement was impossible. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant Inspired by a drawing by BlackKalima The time is during the 1910’s. The place is Egypt at the Valley of the Kings . Although having been discovered a few decades earlier, there were still regular trips to the area to try and find something new. One such group is currently onsite at a dig at what they believe to be a new tomb. Professor Emetrius Gymball is in charge, and with him are twenty students from his college who are earning extra credit during this trip. One of those students is a woman. She is just as bright as the rest of the students and just as excited to be on this trip as anyone else, maybe even more so as she is truly fascinated by the subject matter at hand. Her name is Sheila. Sheila is about 5 feet 11 inches tall, and weighs around one hundred and forty pounds. She has a fair Caucasian complexion, brown eyes, and reddish-orange hair that she keeps cut short. She would be considered relatively attractive by the standards of the day. And Sheila is very frustrated. ...

2006 Shadowplay Imaging Mummification Story Contest Entrant Edited by anythingtaboo. Began June 1999. Mummy. Wrapped sculpture For all eternity, Tucked away In seclusion. My love. CH. 1: THE BEDROOM “Come With Me” I enter the living room one day to find you sitting there watching TV. You don’t notice me at first. “Like what you see?” I ask. You stir from your relaxed state and notice that am wearing a purple latex dress which drops to 3" above the knee. I am also wearing thigh-high stretch black vinyl platform boots which cling tightly to my slender ankles up my round plump calves to the base of my thighs. Your jaw drops, producing the desired result. I tell you that I have a surprise for you. You squint a little at me, trying to decipher what it could mean. “Come with me” I command. You obediently follow me down the hall, watching the shamefully tight latex clinging to my juicy ass cheeks swaying side to side in a lazy figure eight as I strut toward the bedroom. As you enter the room you notice a black satin sheet that has been laid over the full size bed. ...

(story continues from Sushi) Do you remember the last time I told you about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he had me for dinner. Why are these times so vivid in my mind? Was it the loss of control? Or the being put on display? Or the trust I have now with Kevin after literally at times putting my life in his hands? And sometimes, deep down I just remember being treated as meat, remember the heat, and wonder why I want to be a dinner again. It was Muki’s kitchen last time that ended with an oven door closing behind me for that event I would never forget. So to Muki’s kitchen I went again one quiet day, but this time I left the computer on the page, and went shopping. ...

story continued from “Sushi” Sushi Part 2 Do you remember the last time I told you about Kevin taking me to dinner? No, lets amend that, the last times he had me for dinner. Why are these times so vivid in my mind? Was it the loss of control? Or the being put on display? Or the trust I have now with Kevin after literally at times putting my life in his hands? ...