I'm not sure where to begin telling this story, so I'll just jump right into it. I'm not much of a writer so you'll have to excuse me.

For the past few months I've been a prisoner in my own home. Dad left me the building in his will. It's worth a decent amount of money I suppose, but there isn't much to see from the outside. It's just a brick office building with three stories and so old it doesn't have an elevator. The neighborhood is pretty quiet, a couple of tenements of about the same age, an abandoned church, some newer offices and one of those U-store-it places on the same block. I moved in when I started my business, prefering to be close to my work. Years ago someone had leased part of the basement for storage and they made Dad install a backup generator in a shed on the back of the building. It still worked, I had a guy service it every few months, some of my equipment needed to stay powered up, or bad things could happen.

Most of the second floor was now taken up by rack after rack of servers. Those were my income. I leased virtual space for everything from bank records to role playing games. It wasn't paying the bills as nicely as it once had though, so I work from the third floor as a software consultant.

Dad had indulged his little girl's interest in computers at an early age. He used to buy me the latest and greatest machines, which I promptly took apart. I was a spoiled girl I suppose. Dad had made his money early in life as a doctor. Mom hadn't understood much, but she'd indulged me too. When I was in school I was the only girl interested in computers. At UCLA I was the queen of the geeks. The popular girls don't understand that a pack of geeks will do anything for a pretty girl, and those boys think about sex more than they do about computers. Well, sometimes.. The other thing about the geeks, they'll try anything, and most of them are kinky as hell. I made some friends that I still can count on for almost anything today, ten years later.

One of those boys, I still call them all my boys, sent me a package almost six months ago. Just a small box with scrap of thin latex in it. There was also a small black box the size of a nine volt battery, which was attached to the latex. Or what I took to be latex at the time, it was only about ten centimeters square. No note or return address either. A few days later I was talking to him online when he asked me about the package. At the time he was working for some think tank, doing contract testing and research. “Yes I got a box, no I didn't do anything with it, why did you send it to me Randy?”

A few days later I had it hooked up on the bench to one of my computers. The little black box had a covered mini-usb connection on one side that I hadn't paid attention to. Randy had sent me a link to his FTP site so I could get the software. I spent hours making it crawl, wiggle, curl into shapes before I realized the potential for the thing. Not only could it form shapes, but it could stretch out as well, up to a certain limit. A quick trip to the toy store netted me a Barbie doll to experiment on.

Maybe I need to tell you something more about myself before I go on. I may be queen of the geeks, but I'm still an introvert. I prefer to be alone most of the time. Being sexually kinky from a young age, I discovered self bondage and having an active imagination I found lots of unique ways of making up what I call adventures. I have used all sorts of release methods. Everything I could find online. I downloaded a time lock program as soon as I found it, then got one of my boys to write a better one.

Bondage isn't my only kink though. Anything tight and shiny turns me on. I have latex lingerie, vinyl tops and dresses, even some leather undies. I've always been too shy to show them to anyone, except for Randy. He found them in a search of my closet once. He never did tell me what he was looking for. He managed to convince me to wear them from time to time when we got together. We both had a lot of fun doing some very sexy bondage scenes when he was in town. The trouble is that he's rarely in town! He's actually married now, and has kids, but I'm a bad girl and let him stay a few nights anyhow.

I had some of my other boys writing code for other projects at the time. I slipped in some projects of my own, had them develop an interface, and soon poor Barbie was a damsel in latex distress. When I coupled a 3D scanner into the system, I found I could actually let the program figure out what I wanted by wrapping up Barbie, and let it write the control routines itself. I was hooked and desperately tried to get a hold of Randy for a bigger sample. But, as he often did, Randy dropped out of sight and I didn't hear from him for a few weeks. When I finally did, he had lost the contract for the project, and was amused that I was still interested. Randy can be a bit flighty sometimes. When I insisted that I had to have more he admitted to having being locked out of that company's systems. I scoffed at him then, knowing full well his capabilities and soon had his “other” access and was busily snooping into their servers. I was a bit surprised to learn who that company was.

I had been expecting some clothing designer, but it turned out to be a big oil company. The design was supposed to be a self sealing patch for pipelines that could be directed right into a flowing line. Soon though I had hacked in far enough to get the subcontractors name and convince them to make me a second sample. I paid for it out of my own accounts, but made sure there was no way it could be traced to me. I even had it sent to general delivery.

Weeks passed again and I had my package. In the mean time I had another of my boys work on the connection box, making it a bit larger and having it's own rechargeable battery. The new design also had a wireless connection, so no more cables. It's really a nice piece of hardware, housed in a small high strength plastic box the size of a pack of cards. It attaches to the small plug on the fabric itself, in a small pocket. The new sample is a meter square, thin as silk and glossy black. If you look very closely there is a network of fine lines in it that resemble pencil marks.

The first thing I wanted to do was establish a baseline. For the first “outfit” I chose a simple short sleeved latex bodysuit with an open crotch and set up the interface to form it around my body. It's pretty simple really, just choose the parameters, save it to the server, make sure the battery is charged and click the run button. I set it for a two minute delay and then the latex forms whatever shape for the preset time. Since this was to be the form it was to take when it wasn't in another routine, I didn't need to set a time.

Once I had the program loaded I laid down on the latex sheet and took a deep breath. Remarkably quick the sheet stretched and reshaped around me and soon I was in a seamless shiny black outfit! The control box will hold the current parameters until a new set are loaded.

Needless to say, I was extremely excited and had to relieve myself with a vibrator before work could continue. And work I did. I had been neglecting other projects for days and since those paid the bills I decided I had better get some done. But, I was still thrilled with my new outfit and I decided to keep it on for the rest of the day.

I had been working into the wee hours for many days, most of it on the latex, so I was not only very tired that first night, I was also very much enjoying the feeling of the tight second skin. I knew I'd be up all night playing with it again if I left myself a choice, but I just couldn't bear to end the fun yet. Going back to my original sample I loaded in a full body mummification that left only the nose uncovered. Poor Barbie had spent days wrapped up in the same situation, so I figured I could give it a go. When it came to setting the timer I decided that I needed a good long sleep, and I admitted to myself that being wrapped in latex for the night, I might not sleep very much. So, unwittingly, I set the time for eight hours. Have you ever been unable to move, except for some small fights to roll over, for eight hours? I have, more times than I like to think about now.. Let me tell you, you don't sleep much!

I took the latex into my bedroom, which is on the third floor, down the hall from the workroom. Once I was on the bed and all covered up I had to wait a few minutes. Then when I felt it crawling across my skin and I was in a panic. But it was too late. I was quickly wrapped up tight, my arms lay across my chest in the position I lay down in, like an Egyptian mummy, only wrapped in skin tight black latex.

I fought it, I struggled, I squirmed around for what must have been an hour at least. During the fight all that I gained were several very intense orgasms and a knowledge that I was not going to get free. Several times during that first night I woke up wanting to scream. I had no idea how much time had passed, so when the crawling sensation happened again I actually did scream out loud. I was shocked that I was free and still alive. Looking over my body I was surprised to find myself in the bodysuit again.

I bolted for the bathroom and relieved myself quickly brushed my teeth and got right back to work on the interface. By noon I was starving and hadn't been out of the building in days, so I decided I owed myself a bit of a walk and of course, I'd have to be wearing my new toy. A bit of quick work with the computer had me in a tanktop dress with a short skirt. I easily hid the latex under a knee length denim skirt and a sweater. Before I went out the door I just had to add a few kinks to my outfit, so I sat back down and re-wrote the dress with just one small change. The skirt itself would slowly lengthen as time went by, and the longer I was out the more I risked being seen with a latex skirt tightly wrapped around my ankles. I set a delay of two hours, with a little random factor thrown in for spice, and set a total time of four hours before it would revert to default. The transformation from hidden to full on hobble would take about twenty minutes, again with a random factor added in.

Heading out the door with my bag I made a few stops for some food, placed an order with a local grocery that delivered and walked a few blocks to a small bar that I sometimes hung out in. The place is a dive but it's friendly and the burgers aren't bad. About the time I had my food I felt the skirt squirming down my thighs and over my knees. Quickly checking the time I realized that my luck wasn't holding out and the two hour delay was closer to a one and a half hour delay, I had hit the short end of the random time. Instead of a half hour to eat and the twenty minutes to get home, I now had less than a half hour before my legs were hobbled tightly together. There was nothing to do it wait it out. I didn't dare risk being unable to walk in broad daylight, so I ordered up another beer and sat there, legs hopefully hidden under the table, as the latex crawled down and pinned my ankles tight together. Of course the one waitress I knew was bored and came to sit with me between customers, and every time she did she brought me another beer. I had three and a half in that two hours, then one more before I decided I had better go before I wasn't able to. I got back home, climbed the stairs in a haze and fell promptly asleep for several hours.

When I woke up I realized that I was still wearing the bodysuit. It was too tight and too well shaped to my body to take off, so I sat down and wrote the parameters for the flat sheet and loaded that in. After showering and another nap I sat back down and did some actual work, this time for a security firm. I had lots of server space these days, unfortunately not the latest and fastest stuff available. Still it was fine for backup systems and that's what most of my customers wanted.

My mind kept going back to the events at the bar though. If I had been home I could have taken off the latex at any time by simply uploading the flat sheet profile. I had been working on a stand alone system with the latex, but I began to think that if I put it on the servers and let the program divide itself among a few other systems, I would be unable to hack it once I had it running. Unfortunately I didn't have the skills to make that happen, so a call and a promise to another one of my boys got me a secure way to effectively hide the interface program from myself. The catch was that once it was running it would take a full shutdown of my entire network to restart it. That wasn't something that wouldn't happen easily. The entire system could run on batteries for ten minutes or so, and by then the generator would be up and running. I could shut it down myself, but that would mean disrupting a lot of my customers. Most of them paid me extra simply because my servers never went down. I shadowed everything for the security company, and double shadowed it for the banks. One set of backups wasn't even in the building, but nestled safely across town in the basement of a supermarket where I leased space.

I managed a few solid days of work before the new interface was ready to go. Once it was compiled and running I loaded in the default bodysuit routine and the mummy one as well. Since I didn't want to be able to get free during one of the scenes I wrote a routine that would block all changes while one was running, and then wrote another that blacklisted any possible return to the flat sheet form, or any other shape I could come up with that would set me free.

By this time my work was getting seriously behind, so rather than leave it alone for awhile, I decided to set up a timeclock system that would limit me to playing with the interface between four in the afternoon and ten at night. It would only allow programming access during those hours. Before long I had added in a little monitoring program that required me to be at my desk and working between the hours of 9am and 3pm, with an hour break at lunch time. It would monitor my keyboard for activity and penalize me by taking time away from working with the interface for the latex. As long as I was at it I decided to make sure I went to bed at night, so I set up time away from the computer from ten (midnight on weekends) and would also add penalty time if I were at the keys before 8am on any day.

Of course I gave myself the weekends off, allowing myself to work or not as I chose.

Of course any running program took priority over the timeclock.

Since I didn't want to be confined to the building all of the time, I worked out a way to tie in the buildings alarm system. I used a RFID tag on a key chain to open the doors, so it was easy enough to figure out a way to let the system know if I were there or away. It might seem extreme to have an alarm on the old place, but I had a lot of money in equipment in there, plus the fact that I spent 99% of the time on the third floor, alone, and had no way of hearing anyone on the floors below.

Some other features I added had the latex sealing over the control unit while a scene was running, and choosing any scenarios from a random list. I'd be adding to that list as I went. I set up folders for a few different situations, things like time out of the building or different types of restraint.

At this time I got very busy working, and didn't actually upload all the new features until one Friday evening. I had some ideas for scene and situations I wanted to try out, and of course being in the actual latex would inspire me. The default program, that I had named simply Bodysuit,, asked me for a total time. Since this is the form the latex would take whenever nothing else was running, I didn't think a lot about it and gave myself a little thrill by setting it for 20 days. A few minutes later and I was dressed in nothing but the default bodysuit and working happily away. One thing I wanted was some sort of warning that the latex was about to change it's form. All it took was a small routine to make it sort of quiver a few seconds before actually doing anything. The actual warning time would be set with each new situation.

It was close to midnight, so I decided to give up for awhile and just enjoy the feeling of the bodysuit and pleasuring myself with a vibe. In my living room I have a big old leather sofa. It's as ugly as it is comfy and I soon was curled up watching some TV show and occasionally running my hands over my latex clad form when the entire suit quivered. At first I was surprised, until my racing mind remembered what the only other situation could be. At this time, there were only the two!

It didn't matter though, before I could sit up I was wrapped head to toe, mummified again and this time on the couch for eight solid hours. I wasn't prepared for this at all. For one thing I needed to use the bathroom, and for another I still had the vibe inside me, humming away. The first time had been uncomfortable and scary, this time it was sexual torture and humiliating. Sometime during the night the vibe slowed and stopped, and sometime after that I relieved myself inside the wrappings. I was so humiliated that I came again. I lay awake trying to figure out why and then trying to dream up ways of using that humiliation to my advantage. Maybe I should say ways of taking advantage of myself.

The quiver of the latex woke me up, and I counted to twenty before it unwrapped my tired and sore body, leaving a mess on the couch. After cleaning up and showering the exposed parts of my body I went to my work are and decided to see what I had done to myself last night. Of course I had locked myself out of the interface. I'd have to wait until four o'clock.

If you haven't noticed by now I really enjoy finding solutions to problems and working out ways to deal with them. At first my problem was a way to make the latex foolproof. So I was diligent to make things secure. I also love to make tough situations and then try to find ways out of them. My mind wandered all day, and I would get too excited to work. Three times I took breaks to masturbate, the tight feeling of the latex on my skin kept me distracted and turned on. Knowing that I'd have to wait to get free of it was a thrill in itself!

When four finally rolled around I logged in to the interface and set about fixing my mistake. That's when I realized the depth of the mistake I had made. The default program was running. The one I had called Bodysuit. I had locked myself out of any changes to currently running scenarios. And...I had set the timer for twenty days! I wasn't ready to give up yet though, so I did some checking and figured out that I could add scenarios still, but not make any changes to them. Somehow each scenario was being added to the running default program. It took me close to three hours to decide there was nothing I could do short of forcibly removing the latex and I was not about to give it up yet. Thinking about my options I came to a realization that I would be spending every night mummified unless I added a different routine. Checking the time I saw that I had less than three hours left to work on it, so I ran for a quick snack and sat back down, to find myself locked out again! I had wasted my time by not working earlier in the day. It was hopeless, I would be in the mummy position again in just a few hours.

Knowing that I would be trapped I set about preparing myself this time. Before midnight I had eaten, used the bathroom and gotten myself into bed and under a blanket. Right at midnight the quivering warned me and I think I whimpered as the latex crawled over me and wrapped me once again in a snug embrace for the night. I think I slept a bit more that night. Probably from exhaustion. Still I woke up many times, blind and mute and barely able to move. I managed to hold my bladder the entire night, but it was a race down the hall when I was finally free.

I raced through my morning rituals and sat myself down at 9 sharp, worked diligently until noon and decided to risk a quick trip out for lunch. I literally ran to the next block and grabbed fast food, then ran back to my desk to eat. I wasn't risking one single minute this time. By four I was ready to get to work on the interface.

The first concern I had was hygiene. I couldn't wash my body while it was covered. Of course I still didn't want to cheat, so I wrote a routine that would let the latex change to a simple belt around my waist. It would vary it's position each time so I could clean under it as well. To activate this routine I would have to be in the bathroom. To ensure I couldn't cheat I wired up a RFID scanner in the hall outside, connecting it to the security system. The actual RFID tag I slipped into the pocket with the control unit. On the way in, it would free me, on the way out it would go back to whatever was running when I went past. The bathroom is at the end of a hall, so I wouldn't be passing it at any other time. I did the actual wiring after ten, being careful not to waste my time at the keys.

After the hygiene script was done I set about loading in a few of the outfits I had designed for Barbie. A couple of them were like hobble skirts, one was a straitjacket tie where my arms were crossed at my waist, and the last would have me covered head to tow with only my eyes and nose open, but otherwise free of any bondage. One last inspiration had me add to the routine that kept the control box sealed, making it permanent until the latex was off of my body. I finished installing the RFID sensor in time to get a quick bite to eat, then went to the bed to accept my fate for the night.

I should mention that the control box doesn't remember all of the programming. Each day it uploads a new set of instructions from my network. The battery was charged by a small charger similar to a cell phone's. That jack was left exposed during my work hours and I had to plug it in for an hour or so for it to charge fully. I saw this as another weakness and set about making sure I would charge it. It took a few days to come up with it, but eventually I settled on two things. First, if the charge got below a certain level I would get a quivering warning that repeated itself until the charge got too low. Then it would wrap me in the mummify position and set off the fire alarms. The effect being that I'd get exposed to a bunch of annoyed firefighters while helplessly bound. Try explaining that one. Needless to say, I've been very careful to make sure it gets charged.

But that night I wasn't mummified. In fact, I kinda lucked out and was simply trapped in the catsuit. After awhile I began to see this as a relief and got used to sleeping deeply whenever it came up in the random sequence. So deeply that I had to set an alarm. One morning I actually overslept and lost two hours of interface time. Also, when I was only in the catsuit I could go to the bathroom, get free and take a long bath and relax for awhile.

On a few nights I got lazy and didn't program at all, so me being the way I am I set up a punishment routine. If I failed to add a new scenario every two days, I spent the night like a mummy for the next two nights, plus an additional two hours selected randomly during the day, for three days. Of course that time was deducted from my work time, and then from my time with the interface. Only once have I neglected to follow the rules and spending two hours on the floor was enough to keep me diligent from then on.

That's how I spent the first week or two. I ordered in groceries and left the tip in the entrance. For lunch I could run out if I were quick. I was still enjoying myself, but began wondering how many days I had left. When I could log on again I checked and sat staring at my screen for awhile. It said I had nineteen days to go yet. How could this be? I checked everything I could think of. Finally I sent an email to Eric, the one who had wrote the actual program. Two long days later the timer still said nineteen and I got an email back. He told me that he'd been confused by my glitch for awhile, then he realized that I had been adding to it. “Simple” he wrote, “it must reset with each new addition. Just reboot it.”

I sat there dumbfounded. I had written myself right into a hole. There was no way I could do a shutdown and re-boot. The program was scattered across my entire network. Some of the servers weren't even in this building. I was screwed. Worse, I had done it to myself. I tried every trick I could to get at the code. Anything to stop it, to reset it, whatever I could think of. Nothing worked. I had been too good at sealing up the holes, and my boys were too good at writing the programs I used.

I had been working on a new scenario the night before, but when I got shut out of the system at midnight (being a Friday) it was too late to get to the bedroom and I spent the entire night mummified in my desk chair. That was all I could take. As soon as I got free in the morning I took the scissors into the bathroom with me. But.. I couldn't cut it.. I tried, but it just sealed itself back up. I tried over and over, but it had no effect. Finally I decided I had to remove the control box. I hated to, nothing about this project had been cheap, but this was getting serious. As soon as I clipped the latex near the box I was back in the mummy position, falling hard to the tile floor and laying there helpless. I hadn't been out of the same position for a half hour yet, and my muscles began to cramp right away. I lay there and wailed, too scared to cry for fear my own tears would choke me. I didn't know if I would ever be released now. If the circuits were cut, how would it be able to change? I squirmed and thrashed like a fish out of water. It just left me panting through my nose. I don't know how long I lay there like that. Time goes by differently when you're bound and can't see. When it finally slipped back into the belt I got up and used the bathroom, showered and walked out past the sensor. Again I was mummified. It must have been after midnight and there I was, in that same position for another eight hours.

I dozed off and on, until finally it changed into the default bodysuit. I rushed through the morning routine. I didn't dare waste a minute, though all I really wanted to do was sit down and cry. Every part of me ached from the fall and the long, long mummification. I knew I wasn't going to dare cutting anything again. Later I would figure out that the latex was designed to revert to a default form and actually re-form connections if they were cut. Since I had gotten rid of the flat sheet as a default, it chose the mummy and took that shape. I've never been sure why it didn't go back to the default bodysuit, but I suspect it's just my luck holding out.

During the day I researched the company that designed it. Either they had better security now, or there just was no more information stored in their systems. A search of the subcontractors turned up nothing useful either.

When I got into the program again I finished up the scenario that I had been writing. I started two more, but didn't upload them, instead I saved them for use later, if I needed a quick one to prevent punishment. I knew that somehow I'd get out of my predicament, but it soon became apparent that it would be awhile. Every time I added a scenario the counter would reset, and if I didn't add one every other day I'd be stuck in the mummy position for 20 nights in a row. And everyday as well for two hours. Of course some of the positions I designed were simple. Things like the full body catsuit, and variations on themes. Sometimes my eyes are left exposed, sometimes my whole head. I never know which one it will be, but the more of them I write the less often the mummy scenario happens, and Im thankful for that.

I can't spend the rest of my life in the same building. I knew I could go out at anytime during the day, but every minute away from working took away from that evening's time spent trying to get free. So, one evening working diligently got me time off the next day, as long as I made sure I had a new scenario uploaded. I wrote some scenarios for my time out as well. I had really enjoyed that first time out in the hobble skirt, so I added that one again. I found a way to make a corset tight enough to keep me standing upright in a gale, and a chastity that would keep my hands away from myself, or keep a toy inside me. Of course any scenario that left me able to walk meant that I could go to the bathroom for a reprieve.

I don't know what I'm going to do next. Somehow I must get out of this mess. It's as if my own mind were working against me. Sooner or later though, I think I'll have to call for help.

A word about feedback. If you enjoy my writing, or if you find something in it that you don't, feel free to let me know. I'd like to continue this storyline so any suggestions would be appreciated.

24.03.09