© Copyright 2002 - Toran - Used by permission
Storycodes: M/f; mum; entombed; cons; XX
I lead her by the hand, deep into the warm summer forest. The night breeze is gentle, picking up the smell of lilac and jasmine. I don't need to tug on the leash that is bound to her collar, she keeps pace with me all right. I don't even have her arms bound behind her, as is my preference. The nipple clamps are there - some things you just can't forget.
She's led to the small burial pit I've made for her - by hand. With a lingering kiss and under the full moon, I bind my Goddess with wrapping. Her breath catches and her eyes close. I whisper into her ear that I can stop anytime - does she wish to continue? She has to, she knows. I would be disappointed and that would crush her. So each time she murmurs 'yes - continue'.
Finally, there is only the gag left. I ask her one last time and one last time she whispers, 'yes'.
I slowly slide the big penis gag in, her mouth accepting its size. Then I wrap her head with the wrapping and she is alone in her bindings. She's made the supreme sacrifice and she knows it. I scoop her up and lay her down in the dark, clammy stone of her burial coffin - her sarcophagus. Not even the moon's insistent light can penetrate into that pit. I run my hands along her bound body one last time. Then slide the heavy lid of her tomb in place.
After I am done sealing her fate with the mound of fresh dirt, I lay back and enjoy the rest of the night. Inside, six feet below, my girl lays, drinking the little air I've piped into her tomb, wondering when I will release her. I smile and get to work. The wild flowers and shrubs are planted over the mound and by the first ruby red light of dawn, her resting place is hidden completely. I look long and hard at the fresh site – I have no idea whether I will be able to find this place again.
Or whether I will even look.