It all started 3 years ago when a group of us met up and decided to start a game, a sex
game of warped proportions between our group. Each round was 6 months long and usually involved
a modification of some sort. Recently the stakes had been set higher. My name was pulled
out of a hat. My head started to spin. My partner started to think, cause the cogs in
her head started to turn. At that point I knew mine was going to top it all. 6 months
later everything was ready and I was getting prepared for the ceremony that night. First
I took a long hot shower, feeling the wet beads of water gently massage my potty for
the last time, orgasming gently as they pounded upon my open flower. Both pairs of lips pursed
at the flow of the water. Finally I got the courage to turn it off and step out of the
shower while scolding myself for my mini orgasm. I gently toweled myself off, yet again picking
up an extra towel to dry my hair off, for a second forgetting that it had all been removed,
especially for tonight. The preparations had taken so long. I was shivering with anticipation
even then. And it started. It was my final day. I dropped my towel onto the watching
bucket and slowly walked through the house to the kitchen where my electrolyte drink
was waiting. This was all I had been allowed to drink for a week and coupled with the enemas
I was totally cleaned out, both inside and out. I would miss the feeling of the water
slowly filling me from below, and the feeling of it rushing to get out as well as it was
expelled down the toilet every day. Slowly I wandered into the conservatory wondering
what she had put out for me to wear today. I was not disappointed. She had put out a
latex wrestling-style suit, but it had one surprise. It had a built-in straight jacket.
It had a note with it, and it said,
Dear Gemini, I know this is your favorite toy and piece of clothing, so I thought I
would treat you to it one last time on your last day. And I shuddered as I read that.
And I even set it up so it will do itself off. I shivered as I read that, as the pleasure
surged up and down my spine. It said, Before you put it on, though, I want to make sure
you have had your shower and drank your electrolyte, as you won't be able to do that in this outfit.
And I read that my eyes closed softly again as pleasure pulsed through my body. It said,
Have a nice day, your loving partner. I rushed back to the kitchen and put my glass in the
dishwasher, and then came back to the conservatory like an overeager puppy. I began to climb
into the suit, being careful of the wire attached to the back zipper of the suit, which was
attached to an electronic winch in the ceiling designed to pull the zipper up as soon as
the switch on the floor was pressed by my foot. Finally I was in, and I pressed down
on the switch, standing bolt upright to give the winch the easiest possible job, and to
let the zip go up smoothly, resting at the base of my neck, sealing me in for the day.
Just at the thought of that, another shiver of anticipation ran up my spine.
I wandered into the living room and sat down on the study, paying with the TV remote with
my feet to turn it on, something I had gotten rather good at during the past few months,
and settled down to watch TV for a couple of hours, enjoying free runs of Scrubs, snuggling
with myself as I drifted off to sleep. I woke up to see Anna standing over me, grinning
like an overexcited Cheshire cat that just got the cream. That is the kind of thing I
like to wake up to. And she bent down to my ear and whispered, nippling in my ear the
whole time, it's time to get everything ready, they'll be here soon.
As she held me up, it dawned on me that she was the only thing in my life that I would
miss the most, and that she was one of the few left that would truly miss me, especially
after my entire family died in a plane crash five years ago. Not that any of my family
ever liked a relationship together. As a tear glistened by my eyes, she stopped, and with
a deep look of concern in her eyes, she asked me if I was alright, to which all I could
answer was the simple and woefully inadequate, I'll miss you, but enough was passed through
our eyes to make this speak volumes. She said I will too, but I also know that you've always
wanted this and that someday, in another life, we'll meet again, and again we'll be together,
and again join each other as our love will always form a bond between us, whatever happens.
I looked at her and I said, I love you. She said, are you sure you want to do this today?
We can do it another day if you want. She had a look of deep concern in her eyes and
beneath that, the love shone through like a bright light guiding me along my path. She
already knew my answer, but she still needed me to tell her, to finish our vocal contract
for one last time. I said yes, I need this, it's now or never. If I don't do this now,
now I never will. My own voice was strengthening my conviction, was hardening my resolve. Tonight
would be the night when it all came together. She gently hugged me while she led me into
our garage where everything was laid out neatly on the floor in preparation for my final resting,
the pinnacle of my life, the shining light of my kink. That night, I was to be buried
alive forever. Then she let me sit down on my throne as she went to answer the door.
The rest of the group were already arriving. It was all happening now, only I could stop
it and I knew I couldn't. I knew that if I asked now or at any stage, I would never
be able to say no. I was an addict. This was my drug. The fantasies had pulsed through
my veins for years. The highs had grown as my inventions and techniques had grown in
number, but it all came down to that night. Slowly they were shown in and they gathered
around and sat down to watch the show. The cameras were recording everything. Live feeds
were going around the world on the web and more feeds going to secure servers. Everything
was ready. Everyone was there. The wires were live and the show was on. Anna walked around
the back of the chair, unlocked and unzipped my latex straight jacket and helped me get
it off and get me seated again, naked in front of an audience of countless millions both
now and in the future. As this was not the only audience, this was being shown at the
Center for Sex and Culture live for educational purposes where it would also be catalogued
and stored for future generations. I slowly stood up and she began to wrap me in the first
roll of saran wrap, tightly confining my legs, keeping them straight, apart for now, pausing
to thread the catheter in. The burning sensation was brief, as the power of the saran overtook
it. Even as it burrowed deep into my urethra and my urine began to drain into the bag.
She started again, but this time on my arms, after hugging me tightly, was the last human
touch I would ever feel on my skin. She then did my torso, avoiding my dripping open cut
and my tender anus, wrapping up to my neck and slowly covering my head, being careful
to leave the shot IV tube coming from my neck free and careful not to pull it out as this
would be my only source of food and nutrients for the rest of my life. I felt the vibrators
go in, front and back, with a satisfying plop, the superglue bonding them to me forever and
the wires hanging loosely, ready to be connected up to their programmed power supply, designed
to last longer than me. A flash of a camera went off as they sank home, my face, a picture
the perfect orgasmic moment before Anna kissed me, the moment before she intubated me, ready
for me to be put on my ventilator. I finished wrapping up my head, finally losing my sight
forever. Next she lay in the layer of cooling pipes that were connected up to the underground
passive heat pump to keep me at the right temperature at all times, short of nothing
but a full scale ice age and simply to wrap my limbs separately in duct tape, before putting
a cushion between my ankles and mummifying me as one full mummy, with only a few tubes
keeping me a part of this world. She slowly pulled the plaster bandages out of their soaking
tub and started to lay them on me, sealing me into a nearly impenetrable cast, halting
any attempt at movement whatsoever, finalizing my journey to the grave. Glad I was at least
the orchestrator of my own desire and very happy that it was going to be one of the most
enjoyable things that I would ever experience, and with any luck, the most enjoyable. Finally
she lowered me into the coffin and with some help from our group members, before pouring
in gallon after gallon of ebony liquid latex, just three tubes and two cables poking out
as she as it sat all around me as they closed the lid, threading the wires through their
holes and welded it shut, filling it to the brim with more black latex, ensuring that
the vibrations from my toys would vibrate the entire coffin. They carried me out back
to the garden where my pit was dug and filled with liquid concrete, where they hooked me
up to the IV point, hooked my ventilator and my toys up to the solar powered sterling engine
in its battery pack, with the computer driving the vibrators randomly, only ever letting
me have an orgasm once every ten years, all the time bringing me to the brink and halting,
slowly driving me insane. They grasped it over and made sure that I was to be looked
at after until I died by way of my Anna's will and my vast fortune from the airline
for the death of my entire family, totaling in several million. The only thing left to
show that I ever existed apart from on paper is a stone tablet in the back of a garden
somewhere in the world, with a sterling engine going by it and a heat pump under the concrete.
And this is how it will be forever, or at least until my next life, when Anna and I
can try something new.