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She was beginning to fuss a bit, since she had been standing there
essentially motionless on her heels for well over two hours. I warned
her that the cast would have no real strength for about another hour,
and that she had to remain motionless or it would be ruined. I then
had a seat behind her to rest a bit myself, as well as monitor her for
signs of real distress. She began making very real sounds of
excitement, and began opening and closing her hands on the thin air
that was all she could reach. After the requisite hour had passed, I
walked over to her and tapped on one rigid breast. She was sweating
profusely, partially from the heat of the setting plaster and
partially from her excited, frustrated state- which I did nothing to
help by pointing out that there was no way for either of us to touch
any of her most sensitive spots until the cast was off, at some
unknown time in the future.
I then unfastened her hands. She immediately began running them over
her plastered form, feeling the cool rigidity of her own breasts,
waist, and crotch. It was clear from the tiny movements of her neck
and shoulders that she was revelling in the total immobility of it,
hanging there balanced only by her bridle. I then undid the gag strap
on her bridle, totally freeing her head, and allowed her to topple
gently forward into my arms. I would estimate that the cast added
about forty pounds to her weight- it certainly added immeasurably to
the awkwardness involved in carrying her the short distance to lean
her in the corner of the room. She obviously had absolutely no balance
whatsoever, and no chance of controlling her body. She stood propped
in the corner on her heels, running her hands over herself, and
exclaiming about how totally, frustratingly erotic the situation was.
I then carried her to the couch in the room, and picked her up bodily
and lay her down on her back on it. By this point, she had been laced
down severely for about 4 hours, and had been standing on her heels
for much of that time, so I thought it wise to give her feet a break.
She tried for some time to roll herself over using only her arms, but
was unable to even budge herself. She just kept exclaiming over and
over how intense the sensations were of being almost totally
immobilized. I asked her if she would like to try even more
immobilization, and she immediately agreed- so I rolled her over onto
her front, regagged her, and (as I was out of plaster!) tied her hands
and elbows tightly together behind her, and to her rigid torso by
looping ropes around at the waist and the bust. At this point all she
could move was her fingers, and she strained one wrist around until
she could press her fingers against her plastered and compressed rear.
Her struggles were essentially invisible, and I could tell by the
sound of her breathing that she was finally getting enough stimulation
to release herself, so I sat back to enjoy her pleasures as best I
could.
She finally fell silent in exhausted bliss. I then had to gently point
out that it was time to remove the cast, and I ungagged her. She
argued that she wanted to remain in it overnight, and remove it in the
morning, but I felt that the risks were too great given her compressed
state. I stood her back up, and carried her back to the strap still
attached to the ceiling. As I was getting ready to reapply her bridle,
she asked for just a few minutes to be allowed to stand and attempt to
walk as much as she could. I supported her arms as she held onto my
shoulders, and in two minutes' struggle, she managed to take four or
five steps in her heels- each about a sixteenth of an inch long. She
finally abandoned the effort, and I refastened her bridle to the
ceiling and set about freeing her.
I had prepared a cast cutter by grinding down the lower blade of a
pair of aviation snips (essentially tin snips). With these, I was able
to slide the thinned lower blade under the plaster, and cut each side
from her ankles up to her armpits, and above her shoulders up to the
top of the cast. This was slow, hard work, as I had to take care not to
damage the cast, her corset, or (of course) her. And finally, after an
hour or two, she was freed of her plaster tomb. Her corset was soaked
with water from the plaster, sweat from her overheated body, and from
the waist down, her own juices from her struggles
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