Duct Tape Boy came to me through my Service Opportunities page. Some of you may have noticed my Service Opportunities. Very few of you had the guts to apply. Perhaps I'm being cruel, and it's merely that you didn't own your own company or possess expert qualifications, that's alright. If you THINK you might have what it takes, by all means, apply here.

In Duct Tape Boy's case, he owned a wrought iron company and craved full body duct tape mummifications. I now have the metal security doors I've always wanted and my slave has been immortalized. Photographically, anyway.

There are many ways to ducttape someone. Generally speaking, I espouse the pantyhose method. Two pairs of panty hose, one on your legs pulled as high up your chest as you can, the other cut in the crotch. That way, your arm can fill the stocking and your head can pop out the top. With one strip of tape across the juncture of nylons, you're completely covered and ready to be ducttaped. Afterwards, I just cut you out like a lobster...which is why I often use red ducttape.

Duct Tape Boy, being an expert at duct tape mummification, has had a few adventures of his own and he prefers to be ducttaped over a paper painter's suit. When he arrived he brought his own suit, orange rubber gloves to protect his hands and 240 yards of bright yellow duct tape. I added the scissors, a few rolls of white vet wrap and ME.

Once my slave was in his paintsuit, I taped on his gloves, sat him in my straight-backed chair and covered his face in a beginning layer of clingy white vet wrap. Then I added one strip of the ducttape across his eyes. I wanted him unable to see while while I captured his body. I also wanted him to be able to stay ducttaped a long time. It helps if your temperature stays down. Had I wrapped his whole head immediately he wouldn't have lasted nearly as long.

Moments later, I began adding the downward strips of tape to Duct Tape Boy's shoulders. That enabled me to make sure every inch of the tape curved around his upper torso, then I claimed his wrists. My slave had begged that one appendage remain free until the last possible moment. I'm a firm believer in circulation. I don't like anything to go numb. As my mummies have to stay in for hours, I make it a point to make them very comfortable all through the process. Once his shoulders were done, I could literally just hold the duct tape and have my slave revolve like a ballerina on a jewelery box. But then, they get dizzy, so I did the work myself. After covering the back of my slave's head, I turned him around so I could fully enjoy the effect. Then I laid him down and added more layers of tape. By the time I was done, only his nostrils were free. We spent a little tender time together. One last lingering caress, before he departs his duct tape chrysalis. You're in for hours, and then... ...it's time to come out. After installing my new security doors and then spending several hours mummified in bright yellow duct tape, DUCT TAPE BOY returned home awaiting his next opportunity to serve me. Perhaps he could construct me a wrought iron cage?