Sidsta1
01-14-2010, 8:26 PM
Wow, thanks for the comments guys. I've got loads of ideas but never have the time to put them down. I think i will do the mother inlaws perspective to help with the detail a bit. Anyway, on with the show.
Kerry had positioned things on top of me and from my position my face and body was in contact with the material of the couch. Both sand bags were now positioned at my back and held there somehow. My body was dragged over and pushed at various areas. The rustling around me masked the fact that my legs and waist were getting pressed harder by the material. She’s pushing it in the other end I thought. I squinted around as I lay on my side. My legs started folding up with Kerry’s shoves of material and it started getting constrictive. I looked down at her still shaking with nerves as she grabbed more of the white sheets and forced them inside with me.
My head was spinning with problems of escaping. If she didn’t stop soon I won’t be getting out I thought. I watched the crouching figure of Kerry stand and arch her back placing her hands on her waist. She then looked directly down at me as she approached and crouched opposite my face. I froze as she splayed her knees and leaned back onto her heels. My heart nearly stopped as she shifted forward displaying her crotch as she reached above me. Her swelling thighs pushed out on her heels as she rolled me onto my back with the other items. I tumbled and lay face up as she fell from view. I felt little nudges and rustling then a load whine from a machine. I step into view then leave the room. I took in the view of her ass wobbling around under her smooth jogging material as I lay motionless. Right, now is my chance I thought. As much as it was a thrilling prospect, I couldn’t go through with staying inside. Something dangerous could happen and above all I didn’t want to get caught. Who knows where that would land me. For the first time in 5 minutes I attempted to move. To my confusion I couldn’t. I felt as though I was tightly held in some sort of pouch. The whine from a near by machine hid any sounds of someone returning so I had to act fast. I frantically twisted my body and pulled my arms. I turned my body a little as I noticed I was slowly being lifting up and tried to look down my body. All I could see was sheets at my neck and the room above through the material. My feet hit a dead end and arms were stuck in amongst various sheets and padding. I knew I didn’t have much time left so bucked quite hard to try and break free. I was worryingly glancing around when from the corner of my eye Kerry returned carrying trays of food. I watched as she glided past noticing the underside of the trays and bosom as she strolled past uncaring. I immediately froze again as she disappeared out of view at the table.
I noticed my view point had changed a little and the material against my face started pulling tight. There was a pressure form underneath forcing my up and the whine from the machine below me stated straining. I realised with horror that I was now stuck in position. Kerry had no idea what she had done. She had packed me into the sofa and sealed it up. I was now stuck inside the couch and utterly terrified. What if I get caught was the only question racing around my mind. The whining continued as the pressure increased. My nose buckled under the strain against the material and I felt cold plastic pushing around my ears. My arms and legs also succumbed to the enveloping feeling as I lay contemplating my near fate. The whining sound stopped as I lay wedged against the material above me. I had no idea which way up the couch would face and hoped I was facing down. I couldn’t remember how I lay as Kerry pushed and prodded me around. I blinked at the ceiling above me immobile. My vision wasn’t too bad as I was now touching the material and could see through the weave. I held my breath when Kerry approached from around the table. She stood by my feet and crouched out of sight. I realised I couldn’t even turn my head when she re-appeared. She moved up to my waist and I lay look up at her wondering about how I come to this position.
I gave way with the surrounding material when she bent and pushed her knees into the side and forced my stomach and chest down slightly. Shit! I thought
Kerry had positioned things on top of me and from my position my face and body was in contact with the material of the couch. Both sand bags were now positioned at my back and held there somehow. My body was dragged over and pushed at various areas. The rustling around me masked the fact that my legs and waist were getting pressed harder by the material. She’s pushing it in the other end I thought. I squinted around as I lay on my side. My legs started folding up with Kerry’s shoves of material and it started getting constrictive. I looked down at her still shaking with nerves as she grabbed more of the white sheets and forced them inside with me.
My head was spinning with problems of escaping. If she didn’t stop soon I won’t be getting out I thought. I watched the crouching figure of Kerry stand and arch her back placing her hands on her waist. She then looked directly down at me as she approached and crouched opposite my face. I froze as she splayed her knees and leaned back onto her heels. My heart nearly stopped as she shifted forward displaying her crotch as she reached above me. Her swelling thighs pushed out on her heels as she rolled me onto my back with the other items. I tumbled and lay face up as she fell from view. I felt little nudges and rustling then a load whine from a machine. I step into view then leave the room. I took in the view of her ass wobbling around under her smooth jogging material as I lay motionless. Right, now is my chance I thought. As much as it was a thrilling prospect, I couldn’t go through with staying inside. Something dangerous could happen and above all I didn’t want to get caught. Who knows where that would land me. For the first time in 5 minutes I attempted to move. To my confusion I couldn’t. I felt as though I was tightly held in some sort of pouch. The whine from a near by machine hid any sounds of someone returning so I had to act fast. I frantically twisted my body and pulled my arms. I turned my body a little as I noticed I was slowly being lifting up and tried to look down my body. All I could see was sheets at my neck and the room above through the material. My feet hit a dead end and arms were stuck in amongst various sheets and padding. I knew I didn’t have much time left so bucked quite hard to try and break free. I was worryingly glancing around when from the corner of my eye Kerry returned carrying trays of food. I watched as she glided past noticing the underside of the trays and bosom as she strolled past uncaring. I immediately froze again as she disappeared out of view at the table.
I noticed my view point had changed a little and the material against my face started pulling tight. There was a pressure form underneath forcing my up and the whine from the machine below me stated straining. I realised with horror that I was now stuck in position. Kerry had no idea what she had done. She had packed me into the sofa and sealed it up. I was now stuck inside the couch and utterly terrified. What if I get caught was the only question racing around my mind. The whining continued as the pressure increased. My nose buckled under the strain against the material and I felt cold plastic pushing around my ears. My arms and legs also succumbed to the enveloping feeling as I lay contemplating my near fate. The whining sound stopped as I lay wedged against the material above me. I had no idea which way up the couch would face and hoped I was facing down. I couldn’t remember how I lay as Kerry pushed and prodded me around. I blinked at the ceiling above me immobile. My vision wasn’t too bad as I was now touching the material and could see through the weave. I held my breath when Kerry approached from around the table. She stood by my feet and crouched out of sight. I realised I couldn’t even turn my head when she re-appeared. She moved up to my waist and I lay look up at her wondering about how I come to this position.
I gave way with the surrounding material when she bent and pushed her knees into the side and forced my stomach and chest down slightly. Shit! I thought