BODY ART

Author: dede
Title: BODY ART
Date: 29 August 2005

(Hi, I am French Canadian, and this is my first attempt to write in English so please be indulgent on the grammar and the spelling mistake)

user wellingtonboot on this site: The author of this story, contained in your August 2005 list, apologised for spelling and grammatical mistakes. i have taken the liberty of correcting it. Enjoy.

BODY ART

Since I am into bondage I always look around for the best MASTER to top me and give me the best immobilisation trip - the kind of trip that you never get out of. So imagine my joy when I was invited to SIR JOHN’s place.

That first meeting was to check if we could get involved in an adventure for bondage paradise. You know that kind of meeting where you exchange your experiences and your needs. I was so nervous to be in the presence of such a great MASTER that I almost said no. So SIR JOHN offered me a couple of drinks to calm me down and of course I did need to pee.

In the proper form I asked SIR JOHN if I could use his toilet.
“Not now boy, you have to drink more than that. I want your bladder so full that you will almost pee in your pants but I don’t want you drunk, so here is a 4 litre of water with nutriment in it. Drink it all.” Was his answer.
And now I was on the edge to let it go.
- Excuse me SIR, may I go pee now?
- Yes you may; follow me.
- Yes SIR.

We went downstairs and in the middle of his basement there was a nice fountain with, on is rear edge, a sculpture of a leatherman peeing in it.
- Go and empty your bladder in my urinal fountain.
Quickly I was getting closer. What a relief; almost finished; let me have a look to that impressive sculpture.
A leatherman in chaps, jacket and hood constantly peeing in the fountain. What was the most impressive thing was the color, totally black except for the crotch and I think the ass too which was skin color. My last drop in that massive container of pee (not mentioning the smell).
- Go have a closer look,. I hear behind me,
Going around I take my time. I want to memorise all the details (yes I was right, the ass was skin color).

- You can touch it; feel the fibreglass of the chaps and the rubbery ass under it. As the sculptor, this is my favourite piece of art.

Incredible, even though rigid, the chaps, jacket and the hood looked so realistic. At my face level is that gorgeous rubber ass, as soft and firm as a real one. Wow my mind was playing games with me. I thought I feel a muscle spasm.
- Now boy I want you to lick that ass hole.
- Yes SIR
Placing my face between the checks, my tongue went right where the hole was supposed to be. And there it was a hole so realistic, it couldn’t be, it tasted like real one. I withdrew by reflex.
- Who said you can stop. Go back, lick it and listen to me.

- Yes there is a live person in there. That was his choice but first he had to convince me to use my art on him.
- SIR may......
- Lick and listen. Like I was saying, he had to convince me to transform him in a living sculpture. So together we decided what purpose that piece of art should have and which part of his body would keep its natural function: Of course his breathing, his taste and the possibility of swallowing because he likes the taste of pee so much and by the way, all his drink is coming from a little pump submerged in all that pee. Can you can taste it ? His ***** is free because he loves it so much when someone licks it. Look at his dick now and see how much he likes it. You can speak freely now.

- SIR please may I be a scul..... His dick is free too.
- Not totally free; you see the rubber sheet that covers it. When it is soft it is now acting as a dick ring that helps keep the pressure on the head and because it is rubber I can pull his balls through that hole too. It is very practical when I want to use a vacuum pump on it.



- SIR please can I be a sculpture like him too?
- Exactly like him; no. As an artist I prefer to create a new piece of art. But, yes, there is a possibility for you to become a living sculpture.
- Please SIR let’s do it right now!
- Come down boy. It’s a long process and I have to make sure that you will be able to go through all the process and not just for a little trip.
- SIR my life is bondage. I am sure that I want it
- And if you panic in the middle of the transformation? You have to know that there will be some permanent modifications to your body. As an example, the guy under that fibre cover has no vocal chords any more, so even when I free him he will not be able to speak .
- Free him?
- Yes! Due to the ageing process we have no choice. You know that when you age the body shrinks and it is less resistant; so the agreement we have here is that he has to go through a period of ten years. At that point I will undo his cast and together we will decide about his future.
- Ten years. I can definitely go through that, so please SIR can you make a piece of art with my body ?
- O.K. I am willing to test you, then we will see.
- Yes SIR !!!
- So you told me that you have no engagements for the next three days. Here is what I propose to you. During the next twenty four hours I will mummify you. Then you will be placed in front of that human sculpture with your mouth locked open over his dick head. Just picture what I said, your mouth will be locked with a special ring that will not only keep it open but will also immobilise your head at a proper distance from the sculpture to make sure that only the dick head is in. Your tongue will be free to play with what it can touch but you will be busy swallowing all he can pee. By the way to be placed in front of him I will need to partly submerge you in all that pee and because I don’t want it contaminated I have to clean your bowels then plug you. Don’t worry you will receive some nutriment fluid at the same time he does. Are you ready boy?

-Yes SIR !

TIC...TIC...TICS... (The mummification is on his way)

I am totally immobile now except for my tongue and I am still able to see; I don’t know why!

After the clean up and the plug and the mouth ring, I have been wrapped in a layer of plastic film, then placed with my hand on the back on a Scandinavian desk chair. You know that type of chair that you are half sitting and half kneeling on and many layers of tape has been added. When I say many, it is many: one horizontally, one vertically, one diagonally from left to right and an other one right to left, horizontally, vertically, diagonally left, diagonally right, horizontally, vertically, diagonally left, diagonally right and a last one horizontally. It does feel like a cast. I am now part of the chair and the chair is now part of me.

The mouth ring is very special: it is made of a steel cock ring with two bar welds on each side that are fixed to a wider ring and covered with thick rubber that my teeth went into.

- Boy I know that you can hear me. I will now visually introduce you to the surgeon who helps me with the body modifications and the manipulation of heavy objects like you. SIR SCALPS, here is the potential raw material for the new expression of our art.

- Does he know that some modifications can be permanent?
- He knows.
- So let put that thing in place.

Now you see and now you don’t hear as some tape blinds me.





They move and lift me. I am feeling the pressure of the liquid again the lower part of my encasement and I sense them placing my dick - gloup - through the ring; that’s it. - Gloup - I have to swallow on a regular - gloup – basis. Let my mouth fill then - gloup - swallow

- Gloup -

- Gloup -

- Boy I want you to know - gloup - that one of us will always watch you, - gloup - we need to know your reaction. - Gloup - This is your first immobilisation trip - gloup - with us and if you go through it O.K. - gloup - the next time will be for a longer time - gloup - and the one after even longer, - gloup - and longer until we judge you ready... - gloup -

- Gloup -

- Just to keep your mind busy: - gloup - you remember the guy you - gloup – have been chatting with for the last - gloup - three years, the guy that exchanged - gloup - with you about me, the one - gloup - that you didn’t hear from for the last - gloup – two months. You now have his dick - gloup - head in your mouth. By the way - gloup - all the time you chatted with him, - gloup - he was dumb and you were his only - gloup - contact with the outside. - Gloup -
And another thing; what he wrote - gloup - to you about his cock is true; - gloup - he gains many inches when he gets hard. - Gloup - We don’t know when - gloup - but at some point in the next twenty four hours - gloup - we are going to give him some Viagra... - gloup -
I also know that you did often - gloup - chat with another guy who loves - gloup - bondage and fisting; so if we come - gloup - to an agreement for you to be part - gloup - of my art, in your transition period - gloup - he will become your only contact - gloup - and we do hope that you will tease him - gloup - enough to bring him here.

- Gloup -

- Gloup -

- Gloup - To be continued ...