Ductified
Apr 22nd, 2012 Posted in BDSM, BDSM scene, Bondage, Duct tape, sub space | no comment »
I watched Tantelle duct tape a sub at a Wicked NY party about a month or so back, and it just looked so incredible. First of all, it was like a work of art. Click here to see her other work. Secondly, her sub looked so relaxed, so peaceful in his snug cocoon. She and I started talking about the possibility of doing our own duct tape scene. Tantelle, who is adorable but evil, usually plays with boys. I was flattered when she said she’d be interested in playing with me. When I saw that she was going to the RACK party on Friday night (a party hosted by ElRamon at a space in midtown Manhattan), I asked if that might be a good night … and she said she’d love to. Yay!
She said if I wanted to make things more festive I could find colored and patterned duct tape at Michael’s Arts & Crafts. I drove over on Thursday night and indeed, there was a selection. I chose a very pretty paint-splatter design. Other options were an orange-red fiery pattern and pink-polka dots. The skulls and the camouflage patterns weren’t calling me.
The space was really nice, with lots of big rooms to play in — even a rooftop available for our use, if we desired. We initially considered doing the scene out there, but then it started raining lightly.
What made things even more interesting was that there was a young male sub who was going to be topped by a male top, and my fellow sub was going to be duct taped, too. I think it was a first for me — being topped by a woman while a guy topped another guy right next to us. The male top was gay; I’m pretty sure his victim was not, but he was a totally fun, bratty pain slut (I like that) and took a lot of torture on top of the severe bondage. I was uncertain how much pain I could take while encased in the duct tape. I’m always up for pain, but I didn’t know how my breathing was going to be affected, and I knew my body temperature would rise and would affect things as well.
Tantelle and the male top shared a roll of plastic wrap, passing it back and forth between them. She wrapped my midsection first, having me cross my arms across my chest like an Egyptian mummy. Oh, yes, in case anyone didn’t realize — there was a plastic wrap base to the duct tape. I have had duct tape on my bare skin before–over my mouth, and used on wrists, ankles, or thighs as bondage–but over my entire body is another story. I suppose I could have taken it — but that’s a pain I was not looking for. I was looking for the feeling of tightness all over, the snug secure casing. On my hair she used a disposable shower cap.
I’ve done plastic wrap play before, never completely head to toe, but once or twice over most of my body. You get hot really fast because normally your skin acts as a temperature regulator, you release moisture through perspiration even when you don’t notice it; it evaporates quickly. Hydration is very important. It’s funny; I didn’t want to drink too much beforehand because I was afraid I’d have the urge to pee. But I had to drink something, and Tantelle also suggested I have a drink standing by for additional hydration later.
I’m going to be totally honest here and say I do not know what length of time is considered safe to stay in the wrap. I know they do not recommend plastic wraps or suits for weight loss. Wrestlers trying to lose weight to make their class have died using this method. But they are running and doing crazy shit. I was standing still.
Still, Tantelle had safety shears ready to cut me out quickly. I was certainly going to speak up if I felt too hot to take it any more. There were a few moments where just turning my head to try watch the scene next to me caused me to feel lightheaded. I briefly wondered if I would faint. I’ve never fainted in my entire life so I didn’t think so. But I gave up trying to see what was happening, and just closed my eyes and relaxed.
When Tantelle began to cover my head and face, she stuck some ice cubes under the shower cap to cool me down a bit. That definitely helped. By the time my whole head was covered I felt my body had adjusted to the pressure and the warmth. She left my mouth and nose uncovered, obviously. Although ambient sound was muffled slightly, I could still hear through the tape. I could hear conversations but I was catching bits and pieces only. I was floating off somewhere.
The “abuse” of the subby boy next to me continued and I just smiled at his occasional screams because I knew he was getting good attention and he was getting what he needed. When a friend, Dr. Charley, joined in his torture it was even more fun. From elsewhere in the room and in other rooms, I heard occasional laughter or the screams and yelps of other scenes going on. The party had incredible energy. Before and after my scene I saw several very intense sessions going on. Catching the tail end of Sir Magus Romello topping young Parafoxy was really, really hot. I had missed the suspension earlier between Parafoxy and Spike_NY.
After Tantelle finished my head, then leaned me back onto the couch and wrapped my feet. Head to toe–just what I’d sought. I had told Spike_NY that I wasn’t opposed to him poking or playing with me once I’d been wrapped, but when he tried a few things (for instance, he whacked my thighs twice with what felt like an “evil stick”) I knew I couldn’t do it. I suppose I could have taken it, but part of me was afraid that if I struggled I’d get too overheated, and the other part just wanted to settle into my cocoon and drift for awhile. He was totally cool and backed off. But I was glad he and other friends were there as witnesses (and I was happy the party organizers allowed him to take pics!)
Tantelle stayed with me and watched me; she occasionally took a cold glass of liquid and ran it over my lips to cool me down. I don’t know how long I was inside. I fell asleep for at least a few minutes. It was a freaky feeling. I suppose, if it comes down to it, I was not only being cocooned but was letting myself be reduced into an object for that length of time when I was covered. And I don’t know why, but I like that.
I am a lucky girl that I have friends who are willing to explore things with me and do certain types of play. I do not need to do or try anything. As I get older, there will be fewer things that I can do, fewer types of play that I can handle, I’m sure. But I’m going to do what I like for now, as long as I can find someone who wants to do it to me.
I had lots of fun. A. says he doesn’t know a girl who likes being tied up as much as me, which I’m positive is not true, and I don’t have the flexibility to do what some of the younger, skinnier girls can do. But I do love to be bound, even if it hurts. I like the tightness of the ropes, the way it makes it a little harder to breathe, the way it makes me feel helpless. I love gags for similar reasons, along with the humiliation (play humiliation?) that goes along with that. The white tape that A. used is some special tape that doesn’t hurt that much coming off. I don’t mind duct tape, but it can hurt. I try to remember to lick my lips just before it gets slapped on — lips sticking to duct tape is not my idea of fun. The skin on my face, around the lips, can take it.
