The Exhibition: Recycling

The Exhibition: Recycling
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"Want to come try something at the office today?" Annie asked.

"Sure?  What is it?" Sammy replied cautiously as she took another bite of toast.

"I redesigned one of those sacks, and want to see if it works like it's supposed to.  It should be a bit stiffer, and I want to try some new pads.  It'll just be for a bit."

"Ok.  Are you going to do the whole mummy thing again?"  Sammy smiled at Annie, who just rolled her eyes.

"That's part of the reason for the added stiffness.  The old ones needed that because you could poke through without too much effort.  This one should work better."

The two finished breakfast, and then Annie went into the bedroom, returning with a large gray sweater.  "Here, you only need to go down the hallway, so this should be enough."  She tossed it to Sammy, who pulled it on, watching as it descended to the middle of her thigh.  A few moments later, they were in Annie's office, and Sammy had shuffled it off and tossed it on the desk.  "Here, help me pull it out," Annie said, sliding a large flat box away from the wall.  She cut it open, and Sammy helped her pull out the heavy rubber bag.  This one had a slight ashy tint, and Sammy could see small fibers embedded in the material.  They dragged it into the middle of an empty space, and Annie went to a closet and returned with two thick black pads.

"These are supposed to form fit really well, so we'll see if that makes it a bit more comfortable compared to just sitting on the floor.  First step, though, is to get your favorite step done," Annie said, swinging a catheter package at Sammy like a sword.  Sammy backed up, and sat down on a stool while Annie prepared the catheter.  She slid it in quickly, and followed up with a small egg vibrator, which she slid inside Sammy before adding a strip of medical tape to seal her lips shut.

"Is that it?"  Sammy asked as Annie stood up.

"Yep, you crawl inside now.  I think I want your arms behind your back, and your legs bent at the knees," Annie replied.  "W-shaped, ok?"

"Sure," Sammy responded, kneeling down to slide between the top and bottom layers of the bag.  "Is this the gag?" she asked from inside, as she reached the large plastic ring attached to a hole.

"Yeah, I'll help you position it when you're ready.  It should be held in by pressure when the bag's sealed, if it works correctly."  Sammy shimmied around, eventually settling down into the pattern Annie requested.  Annie knelt at Sammy's head, and used her finger to feel around in Sammy's mouth to ensure the gag was arranged correctly, with small breathing tubes extending up into Sammy's nostrils.  "Great.  Ready?"

"Efffsss!"  Sammy grunted up with a wink.

Annie scooched down to the foot of the bag, and grabbed her new sealing device, and worked it down the seam, melting the two sides together.  When she reached the end, she flipped a switch, causing the vacuum to whir on, drawing all the air out of the inside.  Once she was happy with the degree to which the bag clung to Sammy's body, she pulled the sealer out, finishing the seam.

"Comfy?"  She asked as she slid her hand over Sammy.

"Ssh,"  Sammy responded.

"Ok, let's see if these pads help."  Annie grabbed the seam edge, and pulled Sammy across the floor and up onto the first pad.  "Is that better?"

"Efs!"

"I'm going to take that as an improvement.  It's supposed to fix position on contact with air, so I'm going to open a valve so it can do that."  She popped open a cap, and Sammy could feel the pad solidify under her, changing from the initial squishy jelly it felt like before.  "Ok, now the top," Annie said cheerily, flopping the second pad on top of Sammy.  She arranged it so that a large circular hole was centered over Sammy's gag, and then fed Sammy's catheter through a smaller hole in the pad.  She checked the edges, and once she was satisfied that the pads were aligned well, dropped a large wooden board over the top of the pad.  Sammy could feel the top pad compress into her, and then felt it solidify as Annie uncapped that pad as well.

After a few seconds, Annie stood up from the board, and dragged it off to the wall.  "Does that feel ok, Sammy?"  She asked as she turned to walk back.  When she didn't hear a response, she lifted the top pad off.  "Hey, are you ok, pet?" she asked, a bit of worry in her voice.

"Efs?"  Sammy replied.

"Why didn't you answer then?"

"Umf?"

"Couldn't you hear me?"

"Oo?"

"Oh.  But it's ok?  With the top one?"

"Efs?"

"Ok.  I only have one more thing to test.  I have an idea that you might be a bit less happy about, but you just sitting there all day seemed too boring.  You'll have to tell me how much fun it was afterwards, ok?"

"Efs, aaii!"

Annie kissed Sammy gently on the forehead, and gave her a small bop on her nose with her index finger.  She pulled the top pad back in place, letting Sammy settle back into her perfectly shaped cavity.  She walked over to a shelf, and pulled a box off of it.  As she walked back, she pulled a tall plastic bottle out of it, tossing the box at the trash can across the room.  She checked that it had batteries installed, and then inspected the complicated rubber and plastic connections on the bottom.

Inside the shell, Sammy enjoyed the gentle quiet hug that Annie's bondage cradled her in.  She felt Annie fiddling with her gag, and felt something attach to it, sealing the gag's opening.  She investigated with her tongue, and felt a small bump protruding in, and a hole extending up.  She could push the bump in a bit, and the air coming through the hole was a bit artificial tasting, but didn't think much of it.  She breathed normally for a minute or two, before gasping as her catheter was unplugged.  Her urine drained out, and as she emptied, she began to feel the gag vibrate when she took a breath.  It became increasingly difficult to draw air from the gag, and as the taste in her mouth and smell in her nose became clearer, she realized that she was pulling all of her air through her own pee.  As the urine level rose, she felt the vibrator Annie had put in her slowly start buzzing.

Sammy flicked her tongue across the gag, and realized that depressing the bump let her pee drip into her mouth, allowing her both to drink and to reduce the difficulty of breathing.  She let it drain out as much as she could swallow, and then felt the vibrator stop.  "Wait, that only works when there's lots of pee?" Sammy thought.  She clenched, and as she pushed a bit more piss out, the vibrator started up again with a slow annoying throb.

Seeing that little splash made Annie smile.  "Figured it out?" she asked her deafened pet.  Throughout the rest of the day, she watched the level raise and lower, wondering if she'd calibrated the vibrator correctly.

Hours later, Sammy was delirious trying to balance breathing with getting an orgasm.  She couldn't get the vibrator to go fast enough, no matter what she did.  Suddenly, the vibrator seemed to go crazy, churning inside her.  At the same time, no matter how much she inhaled, she couldn't get any air to come through.  She started crazily lapping at the gag, trying to drain it so she could breathe again.

"There," Annie said as she stood up, wiping herself and pulling up her panties.  She turned around, and pulled the funnel out of the bottle as she watched the bubbles fly up from the drain.  "I think that means I did set it correctly," she said to herself as she watched air rush into the bottle as Sammy gasped with her orgasm.

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The Exhibition: Recycling

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http://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-exhibition-recycling.html