I'm doing something a bit different with this scene report; instead of reporting on one of my scenes, I am going to quote someone else's scene report.
If you are seriously squicked by male tops, you might not enjoy this. Though it's not really a male dominant, much more like a male assisting a female in exploring mummification.
Well, last night, I and a willing volunteer (who can say who she is if
she wants to) did a mummification scene. Neither of us had ever done
one before.
It was one of those things where SHE'D been trying to install a hard
drive that was going wacky, and I was trying to clean the house, so
*I* was going wacky, and both of us were getting fed up, so she came
over to cuddle and unwind.
We started talking about her (mostly theoretical at this point) love
of bondage, and I asked her how she felt about mummification. She
said that she was intrigued, and I mentioned that we had a FRIGGIN'
HUGE roll of plastic wrap that was stolen from Dining Services at
Brandeis about a year ago. We've used about a quarter of it. The
roll is like eight inches thick. She expressed interest, and, just to
prove that the thing existed, I brought it over.
I jokingly asked her if she wanted to try it, she jokingly asked me if
I had scissors in case something went wrong, I jokingly went and got
them and told her to strip and stand in the corner of my bedroom.
"Which one?" she asked.
"The one without the dirty laundry," I told her.
She looked somewhat bewildered, and I pointed out the corner without
dirty laundry.
"But there's clothes all over there," she objected.
"Yes," I explained patiently, "that's the CLEAN laundry corner."
Well, she went over to the clean laundry corner and stripped and I
started wrapping her in plastic wrap. I didn't wrap her feet or above
her shoulders, but I got her torso and legs. We wrapped her arms to
her sides.
"How do I look?" she asked.
"Like a shrink-wrapped beautiful woman," I told her.
I got her her glasses and pointed her towards the mirror so that she
could verify that this was, indeed, what she looked like.
"Neat!" she said, and I toppled her over onto the bed.
I pulled out my little Sharper Image Vibrator (well, actually, it's a
Brookstone's Vibrator, but close enough), a little rectangle of black
plastic that looks about like a pager, that vibrates, and put it on
her, on top of the plastic wrap, to see which way it would go. It
sorta wandered up to her breasts, and got stuck there.
I vaguely wished for more vibrators so that I could have vibrator
races. The game of "Poohsticks" from "Chapter Six, In which Pooh
Invents a New Game and Eeyore Joins In" drifted through my mind.
Then I thought I'd like to see if I could slip the vibrator down
inside the mummification. I sorta could, but it was not easy getting
all the way down the body to the groin.
It was fun trying, though. For me, anyway.
Well, we learned other things too. Like, if you get an ice cube
inside the plastic wrap and accidentally loose it, it will end up in
the small of the bottom's back. That if your sub doesn't like hot wax
normally, sie probably won't like it through plastic wrap, either, but
cleanup *is* easier.
That you should probably put the vibrator in BEFORE you wrap the sub.
And most importantly -- go to the bathroom before you start. I think
that one reason the bottom didn't enjoy it quite as much as she might
have was that she was somewhat distracted by other urges.
Oh well. Now we have an excuse to do it again.
- Ian
thanks to Xiphias Gladius for permission to quote his post from alt.sex.bondage
There's several things in this scene report that intrigued and/or interested me.
- The first thing that struck me about this scene was the "normality" of it. Hey, some college students swiped some plastic wrap, and played with mummification, hot wax, ice and a vibrator in the midst of piles of laundry. When crafting phone fantasies, I often use my living room (can't tell you how many of you have been collared, spanked and fucked with my strap-on there!) While I'm the same as anyone in lusting after the ultimate dungeon I will build as soon as I win the lottery, the feeling of real life as a fantasy setting is very poignant for me. It's profound for me to imagine you in my living room, even if it doesn't have piles of laundry, rather than always in some exotic and unrealistic setting.
- Next, this scene illustrates one of the major benefits of being out - the spontaneous scene. If your lover/spouse/friend knows you're a pervert, the ability to just act on your inclinations is available to you. Though everyone I'm close to knows about my perversions, because I live in a very small, rural, conservative community, I'm not out in my community. But I'm out enough to be able to enjoy this type of spontaneity and boy do I cherish it.
- Finally, I really like the top describing his silly thoughts wrt to Poohsticks. I have often had this "problem" in that I have a sick and twisted mind, and while that applies to sadomasochism, it applies to everything. My sense of humour causes me to think the most inappropriate things at the strangest times. Sometimes BDSM and/or sex is serious, passionate, intense... and other times, it's just silliness and fun.
So those are my thoughts about Ian's scene report. Feel free to leave yours in a comment below!
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