Whitney is taped up tight!

I changed my mind, I will tell you where it is!

She sat helpless on the couch taped into immobility and silenced with both a huge ballgag and tight wrappings of tape. He made it clear that he only wanted to know where she hid the stolen money. He made it even more clear when he forced her to strip down to her underwear. He made it crystal clear when he taped her into complete immobility. Her legs were already taped together so tight she could not stand, and her arms and chest were completely crushed with the the same. The stocking over her head hid her pleading features and a face full of shut-the-fuck-up silencing her attempts to tell him what he wanted to know. He approached her to finish the task at hand as she feebly and unsuccessfully tried to negotiate. No amount of gag talk, wiggling or distorted facial expressions could prevent. This type of negotiation does not stop until complete. She was ready to now, but she may change her mind after he removed her gag. She would never change her mind though after experience the full measure of his sticky coercion. Only her feet, hips and head remained uncovered and long minutes of tight pulling of tape remedied that. She was soon completely mummified, only her nostrils left open to strain for air through the nylon over her head. She lay on the ground crushed by tape for minute after minute. He was not even in the room. She was alone with her torment. She would tell him anything he wanted to know, anything as long as he made this horrible predicament go away!

Whitney tried out a mummification with me. I do not think I have taped up anyone tighter. Every wrapping was pulled as tight as I could manage. She still managed to struggle, moan and make it to the end. She was not a happy girl, but I think she enjoyed having defeated the challenge.

Image courtesy of Whitney Mummified Beyond the Ability to Struggle with Whitney Morgan.

Gigi Learns She Hates Being a Mummy!

The door? That son of a bitch is leaving!!!

She had no idea how long she had been like this. Seconds seemed like minutes, and minutes seemed like hours when one is blind, almost deaf and unable to move. Her fervent struggling had long since ceased, replaced by a battle just to endure the increasing tightness of her predicament. The electrical tape squeezed her like a vice now that she had no strength to fight. She could only manage short breaths anyway, not enough to fuel meaningful struggle. The heat was unbearable. He had encased her in nylon before taping her. It seemed a kindness at first, a measure that prevents the tape from sticking to her skin. The double layer of nylon and tape kept in all her body heat though. It built up, and sweat drenched her body. Her neck was stiff, and she lifted her head to stretch it. She was afraid to roll on her back again. There was so much drool in her mouth, and it triggered her gag reflex when she rolled from her side. She could not afford another coughing fit like before. She almost blacked out the last time, and breathing took all her concentration. First one breath, then another. She focused on her breathing. She forced the air in and out despite the tape crushing her chest. In then out, steady and sure she kept telling her self. First one breath, and then the next. What she would not give for just one pillow at this point. Her neck was so sore. There were pillows about the room, but she had no idea where she was at this point. They might as well be miles away instead of mere feet. She could not roll anyway. The predicament had defeated her. It forced her to stay silent and immobile. She could do nothing but breath and wait for the return of the man that had done this to her. Anything would be better than this though. She welcomed his return despite what could be in store. She would hear the door at any moment. He would make things worse, but he would release he from this. That was all she cared about. What came next was no concern. All that mattered was an end to this. He was not a villain. He was going to be her savior. He would end this predicament, and that is all that mattered. She breathed in and out, and waited.

There is a subtle satisfaction to a restraint that wears a girl out instead of just defeating her. Anyone can make a damsel tap out of a position. It is much harder to create a scenario that slowly wears them down to the point where they can barely move anymore. They want to keep going. They want to struggle and moan and keep the film rolling. They cannot though. Their bonds have sucked all the energy from their limbs and all the spirit from their heart. The only thing they are left with after ten minutes is the ability to lay there and hope their lack of movement does not result in an addition to a position that is already made its point.

Image courtesy of Mummified and Freaking Out with Gigi Lynn available at http://www.clips4sale.com/38048/8157811.

Do-It-Yourself Mummification Kit

Help me Obi Wan, You're My Only Hope!

I have a do-it-yourself mummification kit on the top of one of my office shelves. The box is as easy to pass by as any other box in my office. Scuff marks on the sides hint at the time it spent in a warehouse. Dents and small tears betray the lack of care the shipping company uses with their packages. A series of green digits on the side most likely allowed the manufacturer to know the exact contents of the box. The only other distinguishing factor is small strip of white microfoam tape with the letters DIYMK written in black marker.

That label comes from the devilish streak in me. Yes, I have a devilish streak and even the wry grin to go with it. I find it obvious because I contort women into all shapes and configurations with just about anything that you adheres to itself, buckles or can be tied into a knot. Devilish does not mean sadistic though in my mind. There is a coyness that comes with a devilish streak. The goal is not to punish anyone or make their day hell because they will allow you to do it. Anyone can do that. The challenge for me comes in the line between a girl smiling, laughing and enjoying talking to me after a set even though she wanted to punt my junk like a football while restrained. Anyone can make you helpless, make you hurt and make you dislike them. It is much more of a challenge to explain to a model just how terrible a position will feel and have them agree to it because they know you would never do anything to damage them or put them in serious risk.

That is being devilish in my opinion. I get to twist my mustache and play the villain to the utmost but deep down the model knows I am the good guy that will always whisk her off the railroad tracks before anything bad happens. I get to play both sides of the fence because I know when to be on either side of that fence. That is why I can get away with being devilish. That is why that box has DIYMK on it. I know it means Do-It-Yourself Mummification Kit, but everyone else thinks it is a box. It might have books, pictures or figurines in it. It does not though. It has every size of tape I need to keep a damsel helpless, moaning and electrically insulated for as long as necessary. If is a big box of, "Holy Shit!" that sits in full display to anyone that comes into my office.

Star found that out. She knew I wanted to mummify her, but she had no idea just how much tape was in that box when I brought it out. It is daunting for a girl to start rummaging through a box full of tape and ask, "Are you going to use all of it?" I always respond devilishly that I will use as much as needed. That always gets someone to bite the side of their lip. By the time Star was blindfolded and on the floor it did not matter. The tape muffled her hearing, blinded her and squeezed her into complete helplessness. Shallow breaths were all she could achieve, and time ticked by ten times slower than normal. Movement was minimal, and she could not even stare at the ceiling to pass the time. She was locked in her own head.

This is the time when a girl wonders what the hell she got her self into. There is no way she will ever free herself. There is no way she can ever call for help. I could load her on a luggage cart and parade her around the convention floor. She is really just along for the ride at this point. Aching and alone she really just plain hates me at this point, but she cannot hate me completely. One thing making the experience bearable is knowing that Ted is not a total asshole. If I just get through the rest of the filming he will have me out quickly and all will be well. The key to being devilish is being Darth Vader to Princess Leia and knowing that her hologram still pleads to you in the guise of Obi Wan. Help me Ted Michaels, you're my only hope!

Image courtesy of Fully Insulated Tape Mummy with Star.

Mummification Madness Struggling Challenge

Still six minutes to go provided you keep struggling!

I have been going through a lot of electrical tape lately and for good reason. People seem to like the black and shiny look. I have been wanting to mix it up a little though which I found two ways to do. Hannah Perez is just plain awesome and a real champ when it comes to my devious schemes. She will always listen with interest as I explain just how difficult the position and predicament will be. She asks a couple questions and then invariably says lets go for it. I view it as a great compliment as she has never told me no to an idea, and she always finds a way to pull it off.

Our mummification together came about because of a failed custom request. Custom requests are often not really attempts at a custom. I do not think most people are being surreptitious, I just think they do not realize that talking about the possibilities is more stimulating to them than actually nailing down a custom and producing it. Most of the requests are legit but a fair share are just people mentally masturbating, looking for free images or just wanting to talk about an idea without a true goal of realizing it through production. A common scenario is somebody will describe a position and then ask to see models that I think can handle tough restraint. I will send a list of names and then invariably I get asked to show samples of them. I then point out that they are easily found on the internet through my ports, blog, stores, etc. Then they disappear from my email inbox forever.

There is a fine line walking between someone's fantasy and what is actually achievable through the budget that they have available. There is also a fine line having a number of interesting ideas from people that would make great clips, but they often come from what I call seeders. Seeders are people that email you about a custom clip, describe the scenario and then back out. Their goal is to get you to produce the idea yourself. They go into excruciating detail about the scenario, the materials used and the interactions with the model. They never actually want to talk about cost, timing or finalizing production. Eventually when those topics become more of a focus for me they stop returning emails.

Because I am a complete bastard I have away of handling seeders. I take their idea, change the parts that I feel were most important to them and then make the clip myself. The mummification that Hannah is experiencing was supposed to be done with saran wrap covered with silver duct tape. Her eyes were to be covered and the scenario was about an abduction. She was to be given no chance of escape. I changed all of that. I used nylon encasement and black electrical tape. I turned it into an instructional video where Hannah was a willing participant. I made it a challenge where she would be let lose after a set period of time. I then did an interview with her at the end.

I love doing customs. I appreciate all of you making custom requests. Those of you though that think you are smarter than me though, who think you can trick me into producing something for free, are in for a shock. I will do your clip for free and giving you nothing that you thought you were sly enough to trick me into doing. Your blonde will be a brunette. Your tape will change color or become gauze. You scenario will be the exact opposite. You fantasy will just not exist in the clip ... and it will sell.

I will end by saying that a frogtie mummification has been requested by several people. This blog is not about you, you are all great! This blog is about a great position, a great gal and someone who wasted my time with 16 emails only to inspire me to my finest (IMHO) mummification to date. For than I thank you :P

Image courtesy of Hannah Perez in Tight Tape and No Escape Mummification.

Models Plus Science Equals Mummification

If You're My Mummy Then Who's Your Daddy?

Over the last year I have undergone an extensive set of tests to prove to myself that I am not allergic to tape. It has never concerned me. I do not have nightmares about swollen red hands itching from contact with tape. I have never woken up in a cold sweat, sat up and screamed, "Great Scott! What if I am allergic to tape?!?!" Come to think of it I've never screamed, "Great Scott!" ever as well. That is most likely because I do not give two s**ts about how many gigawatts it takes to travel through time and think Delorians are stupid. You made a car out of a kitchen sink. Congratulations.

The point is that I am very scientific. Oh, you want proof? I wore a lab coat and held a clip board in a video with Angelique Kithos and Kendra James. Still not convinced? I was wearing glasses and nodding my head most of the time. That is right, it was scientific bitches! The only way to know something is through empirical evidence. You develop a hypothesis and then test that hypothesis rigorously through the scientific method. Years of contact with tape were not enough. There were too many variables, too many unknowns. I had to do this right. I could not let Angelique, Kendra or that pristine white lab coat down!

Fetishcon was the answer. It was the only place that a non-electrician can walk into the lobby with almost 30 pounds of tape and not get funny looks. It was the only place where I could explain my experiments to a host of beautiful women without them pointing in a random direction, saying, "Look, flying monkeys!" and then disappearing before I turned back to them. In fact these same people were telling me to bring it on. They said, "Bring it Ted, bring on the science. Do your tests, gather your data. You can count on us!" Whitney Morgan brought a protractor. Ashley Graham donated some beakers. Star came to town with an Erlenmeyer flask. Gigi Lynn reminded me to wear glasses because, and I quote, "Science is about smarts and you look dumber without your glasses." The girls knew I needed answers, they appreciated the empirical method and the science could commence.

We went through a lot of tape at this year's Fetishcon. I am not exaggerating, I finished off a full box of electrical tape, three boxes of microfoam, a box of blenderm, two rolls of transparent electrical tape, three rolls of duct tape and a various amounts of four other kinds of tape. The electrical tape alone weighed over 22 pounds according to the shipping manifest taped inside the box. Yes, they taped the shipping details for a 22 pound box of tape inside the box with tape. Fortunately for the world i\t did not open up a wormhole. I did four full mummification sets, 2 partial mummification sets, 32 wrap gags and 11 layered restraints that utilized electrical tape or duct tape or both.

The testing was done. We all sat around my laptop nervously as the data ran through a series of algorithms developed solely for the task at hand. Each girl underwent mummification, brutal gagging and layered restraints. This was more than money. This was more than bondage. This was science. After the programs finished running the results were finally ready. We broke into cheers and danced around the flickering screen. I was not allergic to tape. The science was there, the science was sound and the science clearly said that the mummification and tape gags would continue!

Image courtesy of Ashley Graham in Mummification Country Club Initiation.

Pantyhose Face

For a face that looks smooth and toned!

Pantyhose Face sounds like a villain from a 1940's comic strip. Who robbed the bank? It was Pantyhose Face. How do you know? Um, well, they had pantyhose on their face. Yeah, but a lot of robbers put pantyhose over their face. Sure but do a lot of robbers also take the time to stuff panties in their mouths and tape it in with packing tape? Wow, yeah that was Pantyhose Face; how much did they get. Actually nothing, they hopped into the bank already taped up as usual, so we spanked the hell out of her and threw her in the paddy wagon like all the other times. You don't say, I'm beginning to think Pantyhose Face actually enjoys that!

I never knew such a thing as pantyhose face existed until I started getting emails about my nylon encasement clips and suggesting possible models to undergo pantyhose face. I just like the concept of taking a beautiful person and distorting their features. This is your damsel. This is your damsel with pantyhose face. Get the picture? I like contrast, and it is hard to find a more stark contrast then a woman who makes a living from her face and then covering it with nylon and tape. Your new nose looks awesome. Let's see how it looks bent over to the side by pantyhose. I love your new hair style. Let's see how it looks all crushed against your head. I don't think most models share my feelings.

I guess it falls under the category of deconstruction. I've always enjoyed taking someone dressed in a killer outfit and then tussling their clothes, unbuttoning their blouse, hiking up their skirt and then showing an outfit that is kind of a wreck. It really is dramatic to me and shows distress. The same applies to the restraint. You take someone able to do most anything and transform them into a damsel that can do almost nothing. It's not about objectification, it's about contrast. I like when the rope contrasts with the outfit. I like when the blouse contrasts with the skirt. I like when the freedom contrasts with the captivity.

If you don't believe me look at poor Candle here. She is absolutely stunning without her face contorted in nylon, stuffed with cloth and wrapped with packing tape. She is a far cry from the smiling gal that everyone sees outside of bondage. You would think she was ready to be tossed over my shoulder, taken to the local UPS store and have a shipping label slapped to her ass. Come to think of it, I might just do that the next time we shoot. It's about time Candle had a shipping label slapped onto her ass. Then again knowing Candle she'd enjoy that!

Image courtesy of Candle Mummified in Electrical Tape with Candle Boxx.

Carissa Mummified

Electrically insulated ... for her safety!

I will fully admit that I have mixed feelings when it comes to custom requests. On one hand you have to set aside your own projects to make time for customs. On the other hand you get a chance to deal with some interesting people with ideas that you normally wouldn't have though of yourself. That's the part that really intrigues me about customs. When you shoot regularly you get into a pattern of things that you know work well and can be done in a timely fashion. With a custom request however you can't do that. They force you to creatively break yourself out of your mold and try new things.

A wonderful fellow named Mike presented me with the opportunity to do a custom mummification. In my own work I hadn't done a full mummification for video only because they tend to be lengthy. Fans seems to want a mix of short and long clips but with the long clips being broken into 15-minute segments. There's just know way to do that with a mummification because I don't feel there is much of a market for people wanting to see 15 minutes of me wrapping tape around someones legs. I was very wrong.

Mike requested Carissa Montgomery which put me in a bit of a conundrum. I had never worked with her and only had four hours of time to shoot both my material and this custom. Because the client was just so pleasant to converse with I decided I'd do it. I ordered a lot of wide electrical tape, signed Carissa up for it and put aside the 60+ minutes necessary to get everything shot necessary for the custom.

I loved it! I've done a number of mummification sets and had forgotten how delightful it is to wrap someone completely up and then have them dependent totally on you. Poor Carissa at one point was wrapped head to toe in tape. Her ears were covered as well as her eyes and she pretty much only had her sense of smell remaining. She stood there without support with me next to her. I can't even imagine the thoughts going through her head. Then I put her on the ground and let her struggle. Well, she couldn't struggle so I let her wiggle a little and try to deal with the drool pooling in her mouth.

At the end she said it was hard as hell and fun as can be. She smiled broadly and blew a kiss to the camera still mummified. Yes, mummification sets will be much more frequent around the studio and yes Carissa will be brought back again and again and again ...

Image courtesy of Carissa Mummified in Electrical Tape with Carissa Montgomery!

HeavenLee

I had the pleasure of working with HeavenLee a number of times, but I've never released any footage of her. She passed on several years back, and I just didn't have the heart to publish material of someone I liked as a person, enjoyed working with and was no longer with us. I guess it felt a bit morbid and made me a little sad. I mean when she was at her worst I sent her a bunch of free XBox games and would get emails about how it was great of me because she couldn't get out of bed.

I was going through some of the material recently, and it changed my mind. Something that happens when you shoot is that the camera stays on sometimes when you're untying someone and you're just chatting. There were conversations where she talked about how much she loved bondage, relished the challenge of tight restraint and wanted to become one of the best bondage models in the business. She'd have a huge smile and laugh and then tease me about how I tied too loose. It made me realize that I hadn't been focusing on the HeavenLee full of life.

That's when I came across this tape. She had been sick for several months and I was the the first person she'd shot with in almost 4 months. She came in and told me that she wanted to be tested, she needed to know she could still hold up. I was a bit apprehensive, but she assured me it was alright. I tied her tight, cocooned her in a black sheet and did a scene where she was carried upstairs and put through her paces. She grunted and writhed cocooned, then dressed, then topless and then hogtied. She was non-stop motion for over 30 minutes where her elbows were welded bone-to-bone and the hogtie was merciless. She definitely still had it! She kept wriggling until she had nothing left. That's the HeavenLee I'm going to remember now. She wanted to be one of the best and goddammit she is.

Check out HeavenLee in Bagged Beauty Tested and Bested to get a glimpse of one of the best bondage models anyone could have had the pleasure to work with!