Page 34 of His Keepsake

I chuckled. “Thank you. I needed the incentive.” I smacked her again, on the other side.

Sullen, face darkening, she hugged her tits, as if she could stop me from hitting her there again.

When Grayson returned, he’d demand I give her back, so I would have to work fast.

I’d return his toy dirty and slightly damaged. It was the least I could do. The chainsaw he’d borrowed last summer had ended up in the repair shop for a month.

I pulled the knotted leash loose from the faucet and pointed down. “Kneel.”

Once kneeling, she shifted, as if uncomfortable, then whispered, “It hurts my knees.”

“Do I care?” She wasn’t about to die…probably. I dropped the leash and stood on the end of it, unraveled some of the plastic from the roll. “Don’t move unless I tell you to move.”

I felt like Michelangelo with a chisel.

Using the plastic, I bound her wrists at her back, then tied her ankles. Then I began to sculpt. While I was doing it, I cursed myself for not finding rope or a pair of cuffs. The plastic wouldn’t immobilize her for long if she struggled too much.

“What are you doing?”

I eyed her and kept going.

“Hey. Not so tight, please?”

She kept protesting and squeaking. At some stage I balled up a dishcloth and gagged her with it. Mouthy girl.

The entire roll of wrap ended up being used.

Mummification did look good when it was see-through. I plucked the dishcloth from her mouth. She spluttered, glared.

“Take a deep beath.”

Swiftly, I put the last few turns about her face, then I stepped away, slowly, admiring the result on this kneeling girl. The plastic squashed her tits and her face, her nose, flattened her lips and blindfolded her, pinned her arms to her sides. It was dreadful, and degrading, and perfect. The darkness of her areolas and the smudge of her lips looked startling.

Count to twenty then punch a hole for her to breathe?

Her muffled whining made the plastic suck into her nose and onto her teeth. She wriggled and almost fell onto her side, but I nudged her back into place with my foot.

“Shhh. You’ll just use up more oxygen.”

I started counting.

“One.”

“Two.”

Going slowly made this more fun, because I could watch her do all that wriggling. The buzz of power swept through me, through to my balls, and brought her into tight focus.

Cute squirmy victim.

Life and death. Yin and yang. Everyone needed air, and here was I controlling her access to it.

“Twenty.” I moved in and hooked my finger into the plastic over her mouth, wormed it in through the layers. As soon as I tore through, she rasped in an agonized, hiccupping lungful. “It wasn’t that long,” I chastised. “The average girl can last a whole minute.”

More carefully, I tore a hole for her nose, then checked she could breathe there by covering her mouth. She could. Her chest heaved up and down, and she rocked now and then, moaned in distress. But she said nothing.

Nothing. I guess she liked it.

With her eyelids jammed shut by the wrap, she seemed to have also been made mute. Lightly, I caressed her lips with my forefinger then her tongue tip when she cautiously advanced it. I gave her a soft kiss and was surprised when she moved her mouth beneath mine and breathed a little faster, and then, when I prolonged the kiss…subtly arched her back.

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