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I loved my sarcophagus so much that I pestered JR to keep me in it all the time. He was so sweet and indulgent and allowed me to occupy it many times. I spent many hours and some nights standing in that thing in his garage and every experience was an erotic delight. Then he became very creative.
He invited me to spend the night with him but didn't put me into the sarcophagus. I had to spend the night just tied to his bed in the ordinary, old fashioned, routinely dull way. Well, actually it wasn't dull at all, in fact he did some wicked and wonderful things to my body all night long. After breakfast the next morning he put me in the sarcophagus, and as usual he took his time and wrapped me meticulously, taking time to squeeze a breast or pinch a nipple, until I was completely immobile and as hot as a firecracker. After hooking up all the tubes and electrical connections he pressed me securely in my coffin and closed the lid. I was already steaming and was enjoying the delicious tingle between my legs when the sarcophagus suddenly moved. I was startled to feel myself lifted, tilted backwards, then in motion. No sounds came through the earphones so I had no idea what was happening but I soon felt that I was being lifted up again. And again the feeling of motion. I sensed a dull rumble and occasionally felt myself swaying I decided that I was in a truck. I called out but there was no response in my earphones. I couldn't hear the tiny hum that I'd learned meant that they were turned on. No communications with my lord and master. Oh well, I wondered where he was taking me.
During the trip I felt the truck stop and start, as at street lights, and felt myself sway as it turned corners. I slipped into another dreamlike state, rather similar to my milking farm dream, but this time I imagined that I was in a huge semi truck filled with coffins holding other slave mummies. I imagined that we were being taken to some mysterious and exotic place where we would be used as sexual playthings. I imagined a huge hollow pyramid with and huge interior that was lost in the upper gloom, but was lined with level after level of stored women. I think I was imagining that hotel in Las Vegas, but instead of rooms the floors were lined with beds, and hundreds of naked and virile men wandering around sporting enormous erections as they browsed through the sarcophagi. From time to time a man would select one and the attendants would remove the lid, take out the mummy and strip the bandages off her body. Then they would spread her open on a bed and the man would climb aboard and fuck her to his heart's content. I wondered how soon someone would take me out of mine and ravish me.
After a journey of probably forty five minute (which is really a wild guess for I had no way of counting time) the truck stopped and I felt myself being unloaded, tilted and moved again. I realized that I must be on a furniture dolly. I even sensed that I was going up in an elevator. (I was surprised at how attuned my senses were to motion, since I couldn’t see or hear anything. The motion stopped and I was placed upright. I had a feeling I had arrived. Then my earphones came to life.
I heard people's voices. They were discussing the arrival of an Egyptian sarcophagus and wondering where it had come from. Then I heard JR’s voice asking what this thing was.
‘It was just delivered,’ a woman answered, ‘Addressed to you. Here is the invoice.’ I recognized the voice. She was JR’s executive secretary, and I have always suspected that she had her eyes on him.
A moment later I heard JR laugh. ‘It’s a gift from the directors of the company in Egypt. How nice.’
The people in the room marveled about that. ‘Is it a real ancient artifact? Was it valuable? Shouldn’t something like this belong in a museum, not an engineer’s office?
‘I don't think that its ancient,’ JR said, ‘It’s made of modern wood, so its probably a replica.’
‘It is very authentic looking,’ someone remarked. ‘I’ll bet it was still expensive.’
‘Probably,’he agreed.
‘I wonder what is inside.’ a woman said, 'A mummy?’
‘I would prefer a naked woman,’ JR said.
‘Of course you would,’ his secretary replied sarcastically.
Uh oh, how much of JR’s sexual preferences did she know about? Had he ever tied her up? Did she have a form fitting sarcophagus of her own? Oh, that bastard!
‘Ok, enough looking, everybody get back to work,’ JR said.
Suddenly I could see!
JR stood in front of me pretending to look the sarcophagus over. He tapped on it in places, then looked me squarely in the eyes and winked. Then he walked away.
I saw people moving around the lobby and in and out of the offices. Couldn’t they see my eyes?
JR’s voice came though my earphones.
‘Hello my love, I’m sure that you are curious so here is the deal. I had you shipped here and you probably heard that you are a gift from a client. You can see because I fitted the coffin with a tiny disguised tv camera and a mini vision screen like fighter pilots have in their helmets. I also installed a hidden microphone as part of the carving. You may look and listen but no one can hear you.’
‘No one can hear me?’
‘No. Let me prove that.’
A powerful electric shock zapped both my breasts and my pussy. I screamed!
No one paid the slightest attention.
JR chuckled. ‘That was very loud through my earphones,’ he said. ‘But I have my door closed. Now I’m going to keep you here for a couple of weeks and see how many orgasms you can get in fourteen days.’
I was just regaining my wits, the world was still spinning but . . . fourteen days? Incredible!
My pussy was still tingling, so were my nipples and the little buzzer was at work. I thought that I must be in heaven.
A few minutes later something occurred to me. I asked: ‘How are you going to do that?’
‘Hmm? Do what?’
‘Determine how many times I have an orgasm.’
‘I have medical monitors attached to your body, the kind used by sexual research labs. They record each time you come. The computer in the base of the sarcophagus sends the data to my computer which stores it, and I can watch in real time when I want.’
‘Do you have me on your computer now?’
‘Yes.’
‘Can your computer tell you what I’m feeling right now?’
‘No, but I know what you are thinking without the computer.’
'What am I thinking?'
'You are thinking how sexy you feel right this moment.'
‘How can you do that?’
‘Because I’m your soul mate.’
‘Yes, you are,’ I whispered to him, 'And you are right, I am feeling VERY sexy at this very moment.'
‘Will the computer differentiate the really terrific orgasms from the ordinary ones?’ I asked.
‘I didn’t know that you had ordinary orgasms.’
‘Well, some are better than others,’ said. ‘And a few are out of this world.’
‘Ah, I see, well I believe that the recorder registers intensity as well as frequency.’
‘Oh goody, now may I please have another?’
Zzzzzzzzzaaaaaap!
I don’t know how long I was unconscious but after I awoke it took some time for my eyes to stop rolling around in my heard, then I spent the day watching JR’s office at work. People came and went, clients stopped in, messengers dropped off packages, the mailman delivered and they all were fascinated by me. People from other parts of the building heard about the gift from Egypt and came by. Scores of people stared at me and touched the sarcophagus and marveled at the thing, and I talked dirty to them. I told them all the wicked naughty things that I wanted them to do to me, and asked the men to fuck me and the women to lick my pussy, but of course, they couldn’t hear me. JR could and I heard him chuckle at some of my wilder offers.
'Are you serious about fucking every man and woman in the building?' he asked.
'Yes, I am,' I screamed. Suddenly I got zapped through my nipples.
'Thank you,' I managed to whisper a few minutes later.
'You're welcome.'
I tried to do a bump and grind but that was impossible.
Let me tell you, you haven’t experienced total immobilization until you’ve lived in JR’s sarcophagus. If I had been cast in concrete I would not have been more unable to move. I was so hot that I’m sure that the cooling system had to work overtime. I had several orgasms during the day, some from the incredibly erotic (and frustrating) situation I was in and some from the randomly operating squeezers and zapper. And when they went quiet I dozed off.
At the end of the day the office cleared out. JR was the last to leave and he waved casually as he left. The lights went out and the place grew dark as the sun set. Eventually I was in darkness. Hmm, that was interesting. What will I do for the rest of the night?
Some time later I was surprised when the lights came on. Ah, the janitorial staff. Several women came in and I watched them stop in their tracks. I laughed at the astonishment on their faces. I called out a cheerful hello, but they couldn't hear me.
A similar discussion about my origins took place, then they went to work. They ignored me as they dusted and swept and mopped. I talked to them and offered to eat their pussies but they couldn’t hear, so I yelled at them, and screamed and shrieked but there was no response at all. I hoped that my little mechanical friends would come to life and give me another sweet orgasm while the cleaning crew was there but nothing happened, darn it. Sure enough, five minutes after they left I got another bolt of lightning and had a wonderful thrill between my legs.
The cleaning crew turned out the lights when the left and I fell asleep in the darkness. It was amazing how well I was able to rest in an upright position. Of course I couldn’t sag or droop even if I wanted to. The padding held every inch of my body fully supported. When I awoke it was still dark and I wondered why there was no light at all, then it occurred to me that the camera might have shut off. I wondered if JR had done it or the camera was malfunctioning. Oh well, there wasn’t much to see at night anyway. I rested and daydreamed and slept and fantasized and returned to the hollow pyramid and was fucked by dozens of men. Every so often some little erotic machine would come to life and squeeze my breasts or zap my nipples or buzz teasingly against my pussy. All in all I was thoroughly enjoying being a mummy.
The next morning I heard the office come to life but the vision screens remained dark. I tried to talk to JR but he didn’t answer. I wondered if the radio was malfunctioning too. I hoped that the life support system didn’t go bad. I knew that I could cook to death if the cooling failed. I loved my fantasy about being roasted on a spit but it didn’t include baking to death in a wooden box. I waited but the temperature stayed ok.
Finally JR’s voice sounded in my ear. ‘Hello my dear, how are you?’ he asked cheerfully.
‘I’m fine’ I answered. ‘But I can’t see.’
‘Ah wait, how’s that?’
The vision screens came to life.
‘Much better, thanks.’
He came into view, chatted with some of the office staff, glanced at me and smiled, then walked back into his office.
‘How was your night?’ he asked.
‘It was nice,’ I replied. ‘I had a lot of erotic dreams.’
‘And quite a few orgasms too,’ he observed, ‘According to the computer you had eleven during the day and six over night.’
‘Were they good ones?’ I asked.
‘You tell me,’ he chuckled. ‘But one at about five a.m. looked like a world shaker.’
I thought back. ‘Oh yes, I remember,’ I said. ‘I was in a terrific fantasy about being sent back to Egypt when the customs officers opened the sarcophagus to check for smuggling.’
‘And they discovered that someone was smuggling a live woman, right?’ he asked.
'They thought that I was a real ancient mummy at first, but when I giggled they undid my wrappings and took turns fucking my brains out,’ I answered.
‘How many were there?’
‘A couple of dozen customs agents,’ I said. “But they also brought in the cargo handlers and let them screw me too. All together I'd say that there were about fifty of them.’
‘Fifty?’ he laughed.
‘Yes, fifty, and it got better as they night went on. The last man was just sliding himself into me when your little machines all decided to kick in at once, so I had one terrific orgasm.’
'Did you imagine each man separately?' he asked.
'Sure, I gave each a face and a body style and a different way of making love.'
'For all fifty? That's a very active imagination you possess.'
'Yes, and each gave me an orgasm until the very last and most incredible one.'
‘I’d say he did,’ he marveled. ‘According to the computer that one was a ten point five on the Richter scale. No wonder the furniture is overturned. You must have shaken the building.’
'You betcha,' I said proudly. ‘And that was just when I was leaving the country,’ I said, ‘When I got to Egypt the same thing happened with their authorities.’
‘You are a very naughty woman.’
‘Mmmmm!’
Someone must have come into his office because suddenly he was discussing business. I couldn’t hear both sides of the conversation but I kept talking to him, telling him all sorts of wicked things that I wanted him to do to me. I was being very naughty when I realized that I could no longer hear him. He must have turned the radio off.
The morning went like the day before. I watched people come and go, and I talked dirty to them. The naughty little devices seemed more active that day and I was really getting tingled and tickled and zapped. I was getting worn out from orgasms when it dawned on that they turned on every time someone got near me. At eleven JR came back on the radio.
‘Are you bored?’
‘God, no!’ I answered. Just then a man walked past and my nipples got a jolt of electricity. I squeaked.
'What?' JR asked chuckling.
'Does this thing have some sort of motion sensor?' I gasped.
'Yep.'
'Oh, you demon,'
He chuckled. 'Want me to increase the range?'
'No, no, no.'
'Do you need a break?' he asked.
I was confused. 'Are you offering to take me out of this thing?'
'No, I'll just turn all the devices off for a while.'
I thought it over. 'No thanks.'
'Ok, but if you get bored you can call anyone and talk.’
How could I possibly become bored?
‘What's that about calling someone?’
‘Would you like to telephone anyone? I can dial the number and you will be connected.’
I thought about it. ‘All right, call my daughter.’
‘Ok.’
My daughter came on the line.
‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Guess what I’m doing.’
‘Uh, I haven’t the faintest,’ she answered. 'But you must not be at home. I've been calling.'
‘I’ll give you a hint, JR has been very creative.’
‘Oh, I see,’ she said. ‘Are you at the motel?’
‘No, I’m at his office.’
‘What are you doing at his office?’
'I'm naked and bound up and in full view of everyone.'
'Sure you are,'
'No, its true.'
'Come on Mom, you might like doing something as weird as that, but I can't see JR allowing it.'
‘I’m a mummy and I’m occupying a replica Egyptian sarcophagus.’
‘A mummy? In a sarcophagus?’
‘Yes.’
'How are you talking to me?'
I explained the radio and tv camera.
'So you can see and hear them but they can't hear you?' she asked.
'No, not even when I scream.'
'That's pretty good,' she mused, “You are very loud when you scream.'
'How do you know?' I demanded.
'I heard you at your motel years ago. I imagine that everyone in the neighborhood heard you.'
I blushed furiously.
'That's when I realized that JR is good for you.'
'Just by listening to the noise I was making?'
'Sure,' she answered, 'You never screamed when Daddy screwed you.'
Oh my God!
‘What are you wearing?’ she asked after an embarrassed pause.
‘About five hundred feet of linen wrapping and nothing else.’
‘Oh? You aren’t in one of your hooker outfits?’
‘Nope, no micro skirts or transparent blouses.’
That started the idea of another naughty thing I could do. I imagined showing up at the office dressed like a hooker and asking for a private interview with JR. That ought to put his secretary in her place.
Hmm nice fantasy but not practical.
‘Can anyone see you?’
‘No, that’s the sexy part,’ I giggled, ‘Well, that and the fact that I can’t move a muscle.’
‘How can not being able to move be sexy?’ she asked.
‘Its very sexy if you are into bondage.’
‘Whatever, Mom.’
‘According to JR’s computer I’ve had seventeen orgasms in twenty four hours.’
There was a long pause, then she spoke. ‘Are you making that up?” she whispered in awe.
‘Not a bit.’
‘And he’s monitoring you by a computer?’
‘Yes.’ I told her all about the sarcophagus and its workings.
My daughter was very quiet when I finished, and for a moment I feared that I might have said too much, but she exhaled loudly in the phone and said: ‘Mom, I wish I had your courage. I would love to do the fantastic things that you do.’
I was tempted to encourage her to do some of the things that I do, but then I remembered that she was happily married.
As we chatted a woman walked close to me and I got zapped in my pussy. I couldn't contain a tiny shriek.
'What's the matter?' my daughter asked.
I told her.
There was a long pause.
'Mom did I really hear you have an orgasm over the phone?'
'Yes.'
She let out a long breath. 'I want one of those things.'
After we terminated the call I thought about asking JR to make a sarcophagus for my daughter. I envisioned the two of us standing side by side at the entry to some building, having simultaneous orgasms every time the door opened.
I forced the incestuous thought out of my head and concentrated on watching the people in the office, and when another bolt of lightning suddenly flashed through my nipples I wished that everyone could have seen me. That started me fantasizing about somehow being visible in my sarcophagus. Hmmm, that ought to be easy enough to arrange. JR could surely design a transparent one which would allow everyone to see my body. Oops, what about the mummy wrapping? That stuff was more concealing than a Victorian era old maid’s gown. I thought about it for a while. Well, we could leave the wrappings off, or better yet, use something transparent. Some see through nylon would do, with thicker cloth to hide my face.
I imagined a crowd looking at me. The women were disgusted, but secretly wanted to trade places with me, the men stared and made jokes and had huge bulges in their trousers. I wonder how they would react when suddenly I began to writhe in orgasm? But the problem was that I was held so firmly that they wouldn’t see my body move. I tried again to wiggle but nothing happened. I experimented with flexing my chest muscles and that got some results. My breasts actually moved slightly, and after all the time I’d been immobile it felt like I’d just waved them like flags. The firm hold by the sarcophagus made moving them difficult, but it increased the friction which felt very good. I also discovered that breathing deeply and expanding my chest I could really get my boobies moving. They felt delightful pushing in and out and the contact with the metal cups loosened, then tightened so when I felt the electricity come on and pushed as hard as I could it doubled the sensation. I didn’t let myself go this time, but concentrated on keeping myself under control. I held back and held back as the wonderful thrills rippled through my body. I kept pushing and pulling my breasts and the nice sweet orgasm built up and up until it REALLY EXPLODED!
No woman’s will power could stand up to that nuclear air burst. I fainted.
When I awoke JR spoke in my ear. ‘That was pretty impressive,’ he said. ‘I think that the computer has an erection from watching you.’
I laughed weakly and told him what I’d been doing.
‘Maybe I’d better tighten you up in there,’ he mused. Keep those magnificent breasts under control.'
‘Don’t you dare.’
‘Ok.’
I thought what a pity it was that no one else could see what wonders I was experiencing. I went back to meditating on being in the sarcophagus yet still visible to the world.
Perhaps JR could make a transparent sarcophagus, or . . . one with my face covered. No wait, a sarcophagus with my body hidden but my face in full view so they could watch my expressions as I came.
Maybe he could attach a flashing light and buzzer to let them know that I was getting close. And a bunch of lights, and buzzers and bells for when I came. Ooh, that would be terrific. I could see everyone jumping up from their desks and rushing to the lobby as the light flashed brighter and the buzzer got louder until the whole sarcophagus lit up like a winning slot machine when I came.
I giggled as I imagined people applauding as flags waved and pinwheels spun, and if my face was uncovered they could see my expression. I imagined that I wore an Egyptian wig and makeup, especially the eye decorations, and when an orgasm flashed through my body my eyes would show what was going through on in my soul. By the end of each day my makeup would be ruined, melted and running down my face and my wig might get awry a tiny bit. Then during the night someone would come in and set everything aright and I would be ready to display my orgasms the next day.
'Having another orgasm?' JR's voice came through my ear pieces.
'No, actually I just had a great idea.'
'Oh no,' he groaned, 'What now?'
'You could put me in an amusement park.' I told him about the bells and flashing lights.
'Hmm,' he mused. 'Now that is a possibility.'
'Oh?'
I had been kidding.
'I could rig you up to some carnival game, such as a ring toss. And when a player wins it triggers a circuit and you get bells and buzzers and an orgasm and they get a teddy bear.'
'No, not a teddy bear, they would win a naked female mummy doll, with my face.'
I almost won an orgasm just thinking about it.
Just before lunch time my daughter walked in.
She stopped in the lobby and stared at me with her mouth open. The receptionist had to ask her three times who she wished to see, and finally my daughter was able to tell her that she would like to speak to JR.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw her, and glanced at me with an alarmed expression.
‘Uh, why are you here?’ he asked quietly.
My daughter never took her eyes of the sarcophagus.
‘Mom told me what you are doing to her,’ she answered, ‘But I had to see for myself.’
“Not so loud,’ he said. ‘Let’s go into my office.’
He kept his microphone open so I could still hear every word of their conversation.
‘I my mother really inside that thing?’ she asked.
‘She is.’
They both sounded uncomfortable.
‘Can she really see and hear?’
‘She is listening to us now,’ he told her. ‘You can speak to her with this.’
He handed her his microphone.
‘Hello?’ she said tentatively.
‘Hello dear,’ I answered. ‘I can see and hear and I watched you come in. You are wearing a blue sweater over a gray skirt.’
There was a long silence, then she spoke. ‘Oh, my God.’
After another long silence she told JR that she ought to be leaving.
‘Just a moment,’ he said. Then the radio went quiet.
After a few minutes they reappeared in the lobby. They stood in front of me and she looked the sarcophagus over. ‘I like the face,’ she told JR. ‘It is the face of a lovely woman.’
JR agreed, then handed her his laptop computer. She looked at it carefully, then smiled at me and pushed a button.
Every device in the sarcophagus kicked on.
Now I was experiencing two terrible and opposing emotions. On one hand I was thrilled beyond belief because I was having an orgasm again, and someone beside JR knew it, but on the other hand, it was my own daughter!
I fought against it and refused to release until I saw her look questioningly at JR. She seemed to ask why the sarcophagus wasn’t moving, so he raised the laptop and showed her what was happening. She peered at it, then looked at me and mouthed: ‘Wow’ silently.
That did it!
I couldn’t have held back that orgasm if my life had depended on it. I screamed the loudest that I’ve ever done. JR looked at the computer and his eyebrows rose, he nudged her arm and she started when she saw the readings. I was screaming and cursing and howling like a mad woman. And if I could have gotten out of that coffin I would have killed them both, but my orgasm never slowed. It just rolled and rolled and rolled through me.
JR pressed his ear against the sarcophagus, so did my daughter. A passing woman asked what they were doing.
‘Just wondering if anyone is inside,’ JR joked.
Then he plugged a headset in to the laptop and let my daughter listen to the recording of my screams. Her eyes were huge as she listened and when the recording finished she pushed the button and set me off again. This time she listened in real time as I raved in orgasmic insanity.
When I could focus my eyes again my daughter was gone and JR was at his desk.
I spent another night in the office, and every time the janitorial staff walked by they set off the squeezers, and ticklers and zappers. It was especially pleasant when a man waxed and buffed the floor. Each time the buffer swung past me I squealed in delight. When he finished the man examined the sarcophagus intently, and tried to get it open. I hoped he would, but JR's locks were too strong and eventually he gave up and went away.
I spent the night quietly, with a few wild hallucinations. Still, I was getting stiff and tired and I was ready to go home. When JR came in I asked how much longer he intended to keep me there.
'Not long,' he replied, 'I've already arranged to take you home.'
A few hours later a couple of moving men appeared and loaded me onto a dolly. The office staff crowded round and bemoaned that I was being taken away. JR laughed and told them that the thing was too distracting.
'What are you going to do with it?” someone asked.
'I'll just take it home and put it on the front porch,' JR chuckled.
My pussy flashed hot. For the whole neighborhood to see!
'More likely in your bedroom,' his secretary muttered cattily.
I slipped into another daydream where she was in the sarcophagus and he was tied up naked on his knees. I wore the gown of an Egyptian queen and I had the controls,.
I used his laptop to send tortures into her body and these were real, not erotic. I touched the screen to send horrific electric shocks into her pussy and nipples, and blistering heat against her crotch until her pubic hair burned away. I untied JR and made him take her to the top of a long hill and roll her down to the valley below. Her sarcophagus rolled and bounced and slammed off of trees but kept going until she reached the bottom. Then I commanded him to push her back to the top and do it again. While my exhausted slave rested I sent more heat and shocks into her body and the best was red hot needles eight inches long that pierced her breasts and her huge bottom.
I was going to torture that bitch until she learned to stay away from my man. I'd made JR connect her microphone to loudspeakers so that I could hear every screech she let out. Unfortunately I couldn't tell if her screams were from pain or pleasure (I had to consider the possibility that the bitch might be just as perverted as I am) and began to imagine that I was the one getting the shocks and the fire and the needles and I got turned on. Now I wanted to trade places with her. My incredibly perverse imagination made me want to be tormented by another woman while JR watched.
Boy am I getting weird!
I snapped out of it as the movers took me away. JR left my camera on and I could see the world as I was wheeled to the freight elevator, taken to the basement and loaded onto an open truck. I enjoyed the ride and looked at the city as they took me to JR's house. He was waiting and they placed me in his garage. He signed the receipt, then waited until they left and began opening the coffin.
When I was in the fresh air I gasped deeply. The air tasted so sweet.
I was too stiff to walk and JR carried me gently to his bedroom and unwrapped me. I was embarrassed because again I smelled terribly but he didn’t care. He plopped me into a warm soapy tub and gave me a glass of wine and a plate of snacks, then disappeared. I soaked long and luxuriously and remembered all the delightful things I had experienced. I tried not to think about my daughter, but I knew that I was going to have to talk to her, and to JR.
I heard voices downstairs and wondered who was there. I hoped that it wasn’t my daughter. I was in no shape to face her.
JR appeared, got me out of the tub and toweled me dry, then he put a warm soft robe on me and carried me downstairs in his arms.
‘I thought I was going to be there for two weeks,’ I said. ‘What happened?
‘I said that as a joke,’ he answered. ‘You could not possible survive two weeks in that thing.’
‘Wanna bet?’
In the living room was a portable massage table and two therapists. A man and a woman. JR placed me on the table and the man turned away as the woman removed my robe and covered me with a drape. Then they gave me a three hour massage that loosened every muscle in my body. They alternated for an hour each, then doubled up for the final one. By the time they were finished I was so relaxed that I fell asleep.
When I awoke the house was dark and JR was sitting on the sofa. I crawled off the table and sat in his lap.
‘How do you feel?’ he asked.
‘Entirely happy.’
‘Are you hungry?’
‘No.’
‘Sleepy?’
‘No, just completely contented,’ I answered, ‘Except for one thing.’
‘What’s that?’
‘When do I get to spend my two weeks in the sarcophagus?’
‘As soon as I finish building the pyramid.’
‘What pyramid?’
‘A small one in the back yard. Just big enough to fit your sarcophagus inside.’
He started to say more but was interrupted when I began tearing his clothes off.
Author’s note:
My friend couldn’t wait to show me her new toy. She took me to JR's house when he wasn’t home. I stripped naked and my friend wrapped me up. She helped me get off of the bench, then I had to hop out to the garage and she lifted me into the sarcophagus. She picked me up in her arms and that caused our breasts to press together and in the struggle my wrappings over my nipples came slightly undone. We were both gasping for breath and our mouths were close when we finished, and I dared a quick kiss on her lips. Then she closed the lid.
I was almost frightened by the degree of immobilization but that quickly passed and I was soon melting hot with excitement. We didn’t use the catheter or water tubes and she didn’t want to turn on the computer to make the devices work lest JR discover what we had been doing, so I had to simply stand inside for two hours, and when I got out I was so horny that I tore my wrappings off and masturbated right there on the garage floor. My girlfriend watched and for a while I thought that she just might participate with me, or even make love, but she resisted.
After I regained my composure and my clothing we talked about finding some way to get JR to make me a sarcophagus without compromising their relationship. I REALLY liked the idea of being in an amusement park and we giggled over having two helpless women forced to come every time a teenager dropped a ring over a peg. Then I suggested that we add two more mummies. Her daughter and my mother.
Mary Elizabeth Moore
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