Georgia's Rigid Cocoon
by OldTUGger
The butterflies in Georgia’s stomach grew with every step she took up the staircase.
Her friend Josh, who had played tie-up games with her in the past, had made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. He had offered to put her in what he called a “category 5 mummification.” When she pressed him for details, he wouldn’t elaborate except to reassure her that it would be right up her alley. She trusted him, but not knowing exactly what she was in for made her a bit nervous.
At least she didn’t have to dress up for the occasion. She wore her usual — jean short-shorts and a t-shirt with her favorite punk band’s logo on it. Her ginger hair swung as she climbed, brushing her shoulders with each step.
The heels of her boots clicked on the floorboards of the hallway that led to Josh’s apartment. She stood before the doorway, took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell button.
The door swung open almost immediately. Had he been waiting as eagerly for her to arrive as she was eager to be mummified? Hmm. Apparently so…
“Hi, Georgia!” he said cheerily. “I think I’ve come up with something this time that will press every one of your kinky little buttons. It’s gonna take a while to rig, so why don’t you hit the restroom and take a few sips of water before we get started?”
“Sure,” she replied, amused by Josh’s eagerness. She’d known him for years. They’d been playmates as kids, always playing cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers, kidnapper and victim — anything that gave him an excuse to tie her up. The games continued into their teens, and even after Josh moved out of the neighborhood and into his own apartment, he’d contacted her from time to time for a tie-up session.
After she finished up in the bathroom, Georgia grabbed a bottle of water from Josh’s fridge and took a swig. “Not too much!” Josh warned. “You won’t want to get hit by ‘the urge’ when you’re cocooned like King Tut.”
“Good point,” she said with a smile. “Well, then, I guess we should get started?”
“Yep. First, lose the boots and socks and empty the pockets of your shorts. I don’t want to create any pressure points.”
Georgia complied. “Do your worst,” she said.
He handed her a pair of balled-up socks. “Hold these in your hands, then stick out your arms.”
He slid a pair of long socks over each of her balled-up fists, pulled them up to her shoulders, and secured them to her t-shirt with a few wraps of duct tape.
“Now let’s get your hands done up right.” Josh pulled a roll of elastic veterinary wrap out of his kit bag and used it to cocoon both of Georgia’s fists all the way up past her wrists.
Georgia started to lower her hands, but Josh stopped her. “No, not yet,” Josh said. “I’ve still got some work to do.”
He pulled a roll of 2-inch-wide black vinyl electrician’s tape from the bag and applied a couple of thicknesses over the vet wrap. When he finished, Georgia looked down and saw that her graceful young hands hand been transformed into blunt stumps.
“Now your legs.” He knelt and held open the top of a long stretch sock. Georgia slipped her foot into it and waited while Josh worked the sock up her leg and taped it to her shorts. The other leg soon followed.
“Sit on the sofa.” Georgia watched, bemused, as Josh wound the duct tape around the arches of her feet, her ankles, her upper calves, just above her knees and her thighs. She flexed her legs like a finless mermaid, testing the extent of her bonds.
Josh pulled several rolls of black vet wrap out of his bag and placed them on the coffee table. Starting at Georgia’s toes, he began spiraling the wrap up her legs, taking care to have every square inch covered by at least three wraps of stretchy bandage. When he reached her waist, he stopped.
“OK, Georgia, it’s time to get you tied up good and proper.” Josh disappeared into his bedroom and returned holding an 8-foot-long, 2x8-inch plank. Georgia’s eyes widened.
“What’s that for?” she asked.
“To wrap you to,” he answered, grinning. “When I’m finished, you’ll pretty much be a mummified statue.”
“Seriously?” She’d been mummified lot of times before, but she’d always been left to wriggle and squirm and struggle. The thought of being fully immobilized sent a tingle up her spine.
“Seriously.” Josh laid the plank between two sturdy wooden chairs so it formed a bridge of sorts. He picked Georgia up and deposited her mummified backside on the center of the bridge. She made a T with her taped hands as though to signal for a time out. Josh looked at her quizzically.
“What the heck?” she shrugged. “Let’s go for it.”
She stretched out on the plank and folded her arms across her chest.
“Uh-uh,” Josh said. “We’re doing it differently this time.” He sat on the floor, vet wrap in hand, and slid on his back until he lay directly under Georgia’s torso. “Wrap your arms around the board and hold your forearms together, parallel with one another.”
Georgia felt the vet wrap spiral round her forearms, back and forth, several times. By the time Josh finished, she felt as if both forearms had been placed in plaster casts.
Josh stood and, using several more rolls of the stretchy wrap, cocooned Georgia’s upper body to the plank from her waist to her shoulders.
“Finished?” Georgia asked as he stuck the last piece of wrap in place.
“Nope. More to come,” he said, pulling a roll of 6-inch-wide plastic pallet wrap from the bag. Starting once more at her toes, he wound several thicknesses of the film up and down her body. After he finished with the film, he once more pulled out the vinyl electrician’s tape and wrapped narrow bands above and below Georgia’s breasts and at her midriff, hips, thighs, knees and ankles.
“Well, what do you think?” he asked. “Better speak now, because pretty soon you won’t be able to.”
“It’s…heavenly,” she said. “I can’t move anything but my head. I suppose you’ll be attending to that soon?”
“You bet.”
Josh pulled two circular cotton pads out of his bag, placed them over Georgia’s eyes and taped them in place with surgical tape. He further secured them with several thicknesses of electrical tape.
“Got any last words? After all, you’re gonna be in this a while,” he teased, patting Georgia’s cheek.
“As I said before, go for it.”
“Open wide.”
He stuffed a rolled-up gym sock into Georgia’s waiting mouth and anchored it there — first with vet wrap, then with duct tape, and finally with electrical tape.
“We’re in the home stretch now,” he murmured in his oh-so-willing captive’s ear as he bound her head firmly to the board with vet wrap, taking care to leave her nostrils uncovered.
“Whoops! Left your neck uncovered,” Josh said. Several rather loose turns of vet wrap rectified that situation. Tighter bands of electrical tape over her gagged mouth and her blindfolded eyes finished the job.
“All done!” Josh announced. “Can you move?”
Georgia tried. Nothing — nothing! Would budge. She might as well have been a statue.
She relaxed and settled into her bonds. This was her happy place. Josh would release her in an hour or so, but until then she was free to float, blissful, in the warm embrace of her cocoon.
-The End-