HORROR HOTEL . . .

 

 

Watching as people walk by, point, stare and talk about me before they walk away is all I could do. Struggle and moan into my gag all I want, it didn't matter . . . I was helpless until Blair comes back. All day long it's been comments like, "She almost looks real", "Check out those breasts!" and "Imagine what it would be like to actually be wrapped up like that for eternity."

 

Although the guests of the Horror Hotel may have to imagine what this must be like, I don't have to imagine, because I'm wrapped even tighter and more helpless then they can know. On the outside I look like an actual, thousands of years old Mummy. The costume I'm mummified in is all loose, torn, hanging strips of old, brown, tan and grey, dusty, dirty and cob web covered material . . . again, on the outside for the guests to enjoy.

 

Behind that facade, my helpless body couldn't be squeezed into anything tighter then the perfectly form fitting bondage sleep sack it's in. Blair warned me ahead of time when I agreed to be the Mummy for the last weekend of her Horror Hotel, before it's closing for Winter Break.

 

Even though I've never been in a bondage sleep sack, I've dabbled in some BDSM games, so knew what one was. Blair explained how way too often, the girls playing the Mummy would get too active and destroy the very detailed and very expensive Mummy costume. Having the costume attached to the sleep sack, allowed the girls to struggle all they want without any damage to the expensive costume.

 

The same goes for the tight fitting hood that's buckled on from the back. It also has the ancient Mummy facade on the outside, but on the inside . . . an actual bondage hood . . . guess they got a discount on the matching set. There were nose holes to breath and eyeholes to see, which were covered with some thinner strips of material I could see through, but the guests could not see my eyes behind it.

 

Three more teenage boys come in as one mentions, "Wow, we just barely made it in before they closed for the night." Thank God! As much as I've been trying to enjoy myself, by sneaking 'MyEgg' inside of my pussy before struggling my way into the sleep sack with Blair's help, I'm looking forward to freedom for the night. If they're the last guests, my shift should be done very soon.

 

One boy says to the other two while pointing at me, "See! She's breathing!" The second boy says, "No way there's actually someone wrapped up like that all day . . . I mean, how would she go to the bathroom?" Guess he doesn't know about the Go Girl female urinal I was forced to put on because it's too hard to get in and out of the sleep sack. With the hose extension running down between my legs and to the floor drain, I've been able to go all day any time I wanted. As gross as that is, it's kinda been my favorite thing about today.

 

Honestly, it felt so odd to just pee standing up, but with the tube in my gag allowing me to drink some type of energy water as much as I wanted; it was just a matter of time before I needed to break my seal. The third boy comes over and without saying a thing has both of his grabby little hands all over my breasts! Little Fucker!

 

I struggle as much as my bondage will allow, which is not much, while at the same time, moan as loud as I could, "MMMMMMMMMHHHH!" He screamed, "She is real! Squeeze her tits real hard, then watch and listen to her" The grabby one is already back at it and the other two are heading in my direction as Blair steps into the room as a True Vision of Horror, just in time to save me and my breasts.