There’s something so delightful about mummifying poor Genevieve. Maybe it’s those eyes, peeking out from under the layers of bandage the encase her head. Maybe it’s the way she struggles for release that isn’t going to come. Maybe it’s the way she mewls and grunts through that packed mouth as she fights for freedom. Or maybe it’s just that I enjoy seeing her suffer! She gets to do plenty of wriggling as she is affixed to the bench, but the band of tape around her middle makes sure she isn’t going anywhere. Her eyes grow wide and she starts to beg as I begin actually mummifying her to the be...

There’s something so delightful about mummifying poor Genevieve. Maybe it’s those eyes, peeking out from under the layers of bandage the encase her head. Maybe it’s the way she struggles for release that isn’t going to come. Maybe it’s the way she mewls and grunts through that packed mouth as she fights for freedom. Or maybe it’s just that I enjoy seeing her suffer! She gets to do plenty of wriggling as she is affixed to the bench, but the band of tape around her middle makes sure she isn’t going anywhere. Her eyes grow wide and she starts to beg as I begin actually mummifying her to the bench, wrap after wrap of tape covering her already cocooned body and gluing her in place until she’s absolutely immobile! When I raise the bench so she becomes vertical, hanging with her feet off the ground as she remains welded to the heavy wooden object, she knows that this time, she’s well and truly trapped!