Coat of Conduct (Resin Encasement I) by EntryLvlBread, literature
Literature
Coat of Conduct (Resin Encasement I)
I had been planning this art project for months, and today was the day I'd finally bring my vision to life. I stood in front of a specially designed shower, feeling a mixture of excitement and anticipation. The whole room was filled with the scent of the clear, glossy, fast-setting resin I was about to coat myself in. My outfit for the occasion was undeniably cute—a vintage-inspired polka-dot dress with a flared skirt, knee-high stockings, and a pair of red Mary Jane shoes. I wanted to capture the essence of innocence and nostalgia in my project. I adjusted the temperature of the resin shower and stepped inside. The clear liquid flowed from the overhead nozzle, gently cascading down my body. It was warm and slightly viscous as it made contact with my skin. "This is it," I whispered to myself, a thrill of excitement coursing through me. As the resin enveloped my body, I couldn't help but shiver. It was like being embraced by a living, breathing entity, one that was slowly but surely becoming a part of me. My skin tingled, and my heart raced. "Wow," I breathed, feeling the resin begin to cling to my dress, outlining every curve and contour. It wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it was strangely sensual. The resin worked its way up my body, and I watched in fascination as my stockings and shoes were gradually encased in its glossy sheen. I reached out to touch my dress, and the resin had already set on the surface, leaving a glassy, smooth texture that felt like a second skin. I tried to move, but the resin had thickened, restricting my mobility. It was as though I was caught in a slow-motion dance with the liquid, every twist and turn hardening it further. "Still feeling good," I chuckled, my voice wavering slightly as I realized my speech was becoming more difficult. The resin continued its relentless ascent, and soon, my arms were locked in place. My fingers, encased in a translucent cocoon, looked like delicate sculptures. The sensation of being trapped was thrilling, like being wrapped in an eternal hug. The final moments of my transformation arrived as the resin reached my face. I gazed at myself in the mirror, my expression a mix of excitement and trepidation. The resin covered my nose and mouth, leaving only my eyes exposed. I blinked a few times, feeling a strange weight on my eyelids. With my body fully encased in the glossy resin, I tried to smile, but it was impossible. My lips were sealed shut, and my expression had become an eternal, slightly surprised look. As the resin fully hardened, I was trapped in a pose I hadn't intended—a mix of surprise and delight. My entire body was encased in clear, glossy resin, every detail preserved for eternity. I could no longer move, speak, or even blink. I stood there, a work of art in progress, a testament to the fusion of human and material. It was a thrilling and somewhat surreal experience, one that I knew would leave a lasting impression on anyone who gazed upon my resin-coated form.
Ruths Sacrifice (with images of Miss-Steak) by dario2030, literature
Literature
Ruths Sacrifice (with images of Miss-Steak)
It was an act of faith, dedication, passion. It was about honouring the family name and all the ancestors. It was about being another link in the history of the sect. She would be the messenger this year and her name would be engraved in the memories of all the members. And it was the promise of a new life, of a return. But she felt a strange, erotically charged excitement at the moment of her death. Ruth presented herself with dignity wrapped in the blanket dyed with the colour of the time of the ancestral sect to which she would give her body, and to which she had already given her soul. Upon entering the room, she saw the four candles that framed the altar, she saw the dagger that would soon be inside her body and the oil with which her skin would be caressed before feeling the edge of the dagger submerge the cold of death between her warm entrails. Her heart was beating rapidly. Her legs were holding her body, both fearful and excited, with difficulty when, suddenly, she felt the