I seek myself one of these hotels bordering the peripheral, a hotel as there are several hundreds in France of them.
All the rooms are identical, with the entry a small room of bath made up of a wash-hand basin, a shower and a WC, in the room itself, a bed for two people and a superimposed bed of a person, a little place office with a television suspended on the top.
An absolutely anonymous room.
The access of the room is controlled by a secret code. closed again door, nobody can reach the room without this code.
I had taken a room then I went to make some race. a little special.
In a supermarket, I bought ductile food film rollers, rollers of reinforced adhesive tape as well as a scissors to cut the adhesive tape which is absolutely indéchirable.
Then I am turned over to my anonymous hotel room, protected by the secret code.
Arrived in front of the door, I seek my invoice on which the code is registered. in vain.
“or I left it in the room, or I lost it” thought I.
That's no problem, a small effort of memory and then a catch indicates to me that the door is open.
The door is closed again on me, I control that it is well closed before locking up me in the bathroom. I take a good shower and I shave my body completely, I like to be perfectly shaven of near.
After my shower, I go in the room, takes a food film roller and I start by rolling up it around my arms to the wrist.
I like the contact of the cellophane on my beardless body.
I initially begin with an arm then the shoulders and finally the other arm, I start again four times for the arms and I apply particularly for my shoulders and my chest which I recover ten time. I draw as much as I can it the film, plus the contact is narrow, plus the feelings are pleasant.
I tear film and I it roll up it around one of my feet to go up then along my leg highest possible, I start again the operation several times before making the same thing with my second leg.
Once arrived at highest of my second thigh, I continue around my hips and of my size but quickly only, goes down again it along my thighs which I lock up units this time, by always tightening more the extremely possible, I continue on my calves to finish finally by my feet that I pack carefully more the extremely possible.
To consolidate the whole, I pass several turns of very tight adhesive tape around my ankles then to the top and in lower part of my knees.
I still wrap my legs until I stretchable film form an almost rigid sheath so much the layer is thick.
I make the same thing with my size. I as much as possible return my belly while drawing very extremely on the film which I stretch with the rupture limit, a little as if I carried a corset.
I go up on my bust and there I empty my lungs to the maximum to increase the effect of corset, after a score of turns, my chest is compressed more than I can it, I breathe painfully by small puff.
I could stop there but I pass around my size then of my chest several turns of adhesive tape. while returning my belly even more and by emptying my lungs even stronger because the film with tendency to lengthen when I push with my belly or when I breathe more extremely.
The pressure on my belly is to the maximum. my lungs are so compressed that my breathing is nothing any more but one halètement painful.
I have evil to continue to pack up me but what imports, I continue until my body is locked up in a cocoon of cellophane: the layer of stretchable film is so thick that I have evil to move, the film is transformed into an armor.
Finally I take a good length of adhesive tape, I control that the scissors is within reach on the desk then I roll up best than I can it the adhesive tape around my wrists in my back. it is not perfect but the result is more than satisfactory: I cannot release any more my wrists of this pressure indéchirable.
It's a pity that I cannot pack my arms along my body with stretchable film but what imports.
I try to lengthen me on the bed but I cannot lean any more ahead, I then try to control my fall on the bed. that is there, I to lie lengthened on the bed, I crawl painfully to join the medium of the bed which I reach with much sorrow, I perspire under the cocoon of cellophane, my breathing is made haletante.j' have the impression that I will choke if I must continue my effort a long time.
I remain lengthened there without being able to move much, each movement is a torture.
How long I will remain lengthened there?
I do not know it.
I am hot in this clothing of cellophane, perspiration floods my shaven skin.
I am reassured in this room closed so much by a secret code which I do not even seek to know what would occur if some discovered me like that, it even sometimes happens to me to drowse a little but the lack of breath and my tight size recall me obviously.

Suddenly, I hear a rattling then the noise of the door which opens.
I draw on my wrists. the adhesive tape holds good, it is reinforced for nothing.
“good blood, if I could put to me in a hole of mouse”
I try to raise me. of more beautiful, the breath I make me perspire misses the effort, my thorax crushed by the cellophane and the adhesive tape hurts me.
I do not have time to reflect at greater length. steps in the room. a woman appears in the framing of the corridor. I had noticed it with the supermarket because of his pullover and his a little old-fashioned jean grinding but especially because of his high-heeled shoes of a few centimetres which claquaient curtly on the tiling of the alleys between the rays. she had seen me taking the rollers of adhesive tape and putting them in the carriage beside the ductile film rollers of packing.
But how could it find that I am in a hotel, how it could find the room in which I am and finally how it could have the secret code of opening of the door?
Of an icy voice, she says to me “you lost something” and the invoice of the hotel shows me on which all the answers to my questions are contained. It does not seem constrained to see me in this situation, it approaches me without saying a word, looks at me lengthily. look at the room:
- film rollers of packing
- rollers of adhesive tape
- the scissors
then asks me to rise.
Indicator that in spite of my efforts, that does not go rather quickly for it, it helps me, I find itself upright in front of it. I do not carry out any broad. It takes a stretchable film roller, unrolls of it a band which it rolls in ball. I include/understand what she wants to do.
“not. not that!”
Abruptly, it takes to me by the hair, the head rocks me behind and pushes the ball of cellophane in my mouth. with the roller, it very extremely coats my face while drawing on film. I am obliged to close the eyes. with each turn, it makes a small opening under my nostrils so that I can breathe. My nose is crushed.
I feel that it reinforces the muzzle and the stringcourse with cellophane with adhesive tape before continuing to completely pack my head with stretchable film which it stretches with much precaution around my neck. It crushes my jaw largely open because of the ball that it to push of force in my mouth by making several turns with film cellophane between my chin and the top of my head, I feels the ball of cellophane which I have in the mouth to be crushed between my language and my palate.
With the adhesive tape it brings closer my elbows as much as possible.
I try to protest but that is not used for nothing, I can speak any more, I can shout as much as I want it, not a sound does not leave my throat.
It continues. imperturbably.
It releases me the wrists but I cannot even outline the least gesture of defense.
With a piece of adhesive tape it fixes my wrists at my elbows, my hands are not more along my body, it went up against my elbows.
It seized of a stretchable film roller and rolls it very tight, tighter than I did not succeed in making it, around my shoulders, encloses my arms, my elbows against my body, my breathing is done even more difficult.
It packs me completely as I would have liked to be able to do it, I should be satisfied but a quivering traverses my spine.
It packs me again head with the feet, it empties the roller of cellophane.
I am locked up in an armor of cellophane, reinforced by reinforced adhesive tape, indéchirable and nonductile him.
I am a prisoner as I always dreamed to be it, but today, it is another feeling which seizes me, a feeling of impotence, I am a prisoner of an unknown factor.
I feel that it makes me rotate, it makes me slip into the room, I lose feel orientation, I do not know any more or is the bed. “in which corner of the room it gave up me”
“to presently” she says me.
I do not even intend it to move away the film cellophane so much isolates to me from the rest of the world.
I can nothing any more make, to only breathe slightly by the hole which it left opened under my nostrils. I do not dare to make the least gesture. I do not know if I do not risk an accident.
I cannot call for the aid, I am muzzled. The layer of cellophane around my ears must be so thick that I do not understand anything. I do not see anything. How long will I remain like that?

Would Madam like to be themselves the daring speaker of this evening?
How do you think of finishing this evening?