Katja 05: How not to dance (M/f)

[Jenny_1972]

This is part of a growing series of Katja stories that starts with

Katja 00: Prolog 1 - Early Signs viewtopic.php?t=23922
Katja 00: Prolog 2 - When TUGs were simple viewtopic.php?t=23905
Katja 01: What's a collar without a leash? viewtopic.php?t=23816
Katja 02: Making the shopping mall less boring viewtopic.php?t=23853
Katja 03: A question of peg and chain viewtopic.php?t=23881
Katja 04: Caged Birds Do Sing viewtopic.php?t=23931
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Katja 06: A Bald Decision viewtopic.php?t=23963
Katja 07: The Big Red viewtopic.php?t=23977


Katja 05: How not to dance

This story happened two years after our collar-and-leash episode, so Katja must have been 14 or so.
That means it was one of the last summers in which the farm, the cottage, and I could keep her entertained during her summer holidays.

K: „Daddy, can you help me think, please?“
F: „I'll try my very best, princess.“
K: „It's about Halloween.“
F: „That's still a few months away, isn’t it?“
K: „Yes, but it’s about my costume.“

Aha. She couldn’t just wear last year’s costume — that much was clear. Was she hoping I'd buy her something 'daring' — something her mother definitely wouldn’t approve of?

F: „But there are thousands of nice costumes online, many with next-day delivery.“
K: „It’s about the Halloween party at Christie’s house.“
Christie. Right. The 'rich girl' in her class.

K: „I have to go — all the cool girls and boys will be there. But… I don’t want to dance.“
F: „Then go, and just don’t dance.“
K: „Daddy, I’m a girl! A boy can show up at a party and not dance. But a girl who doesn’t dance? She’s a nerd. Or worse. And then she never gets invited again.“

I stopped myself saying something like: Then the party isn’t worth it anyway.

F: „But why don’t you want to dance? You told me all about your dance class this spring. And at cousin Petra’s wedding, when we two danced a little — you weren’t half bad!“

She went quiet for a moment. Then:

K: „Okay... it’s because of that boy.“
F: „Oh... do I know him?“
K: „Marcel.“
F: „The Marcel you couldn’t stop talking about on the phone last month?“
K: „He’ll be at the party, too. And he’ll want to dance with me. And I... I don’t want to. Or I do, but I also don’t. That’s it: I don’t want to have to tell him that I don’t want to dance with him.“
F: „Complicated.“ Very complicated. „But… what’s that got to do with your costume?“
K: „I need a costume that... prevents — protects me from dancing.“
F: „Ah, I see.“ (pause) „Is there a theme for the party?“
K: „It’s going to be a haunted house.“
F: „That narrows it down only a little. Have you thought of any ideas yet?“
K: „Last year, one of the older girls wore a straitjacket.“
F: „Oh.“ (Does this count as a Halloween costume these days?)
K: „She couldn’t use her arms, but in the end she danced anyway — somehow.“
F: „A prisoner shackled to the dungeon wall?“ I joked
K: „Already taken. Macy’s doing that.“
The idea 'Boxing Helena' came and went.
F: "Tied spread-eagled to the bed, in a nightshirt and just some garish makeup on the face - like in The Exorcist."
K: "The Exor-what? Wasn't that a silent movie?"
F: „A mermaid?“ I proposed somewhat hurt
K: „Ariel is for little girls!“
F: „Zombie mermaid?“ slowly running out of patience
K: „Daddy!“
F: „Mummy?“
K: „Would totally prevent dancing, yes. But most mummy costumes look like someone failed first aid training.“
F: „Silver duct tape would give the mummy a ... modern touch.“
K: „And how exactly do I get from home to the party all wrapped up like that? On the back of Uncle Eric’s flatbed truck?“
F: „You could get there in normal clothes and meet someone in the know who’ll help wrap you up before the party. You'd travel lightly — your costume would only take a few rolls of duct tape. Do you have a friend you trust who’s also going to be there?
K: „Anne, and maybe Georgina. But how long would it take to wrap me up?“
F: „We can find that out — if we do a trial run here.“
K: „But what if I need to pee?“
F: „You can probably last without a potty break.“
K: „Or I could wear a diaper. They sell them also in your size at the mall, you know.“
F: „Things I never wanted to know... What's the schedule for the party?“
K: „Starts at 6pm, ends at midnight sharp.“
F: „Six hours. Add an hour to get you wrapped up, and maybe one more before they remember to unwrap you. Eight hours, total.
That’s long, but doable — we can test it.“
K: „So you’re suggesting I spend eight hours wrapped in duct tape, seriously?“
F: „Unless you come up with a better idea.“

When she went to bed, she still seemed skeptical about the idea.
But the next morning, she was determined to go through with her test-mummification.

When I drove into the village, I stocked up on duct tape — and Saran wrap. We had an early lunch (only one glass of juice for Katja). After we cleaned up the kitchen, I told her:

F: “I thought about it. Sticking duct tape directly to your skin is a bad idea. I don’t know what chemicals might seep into your body from the glue, and peeling it off afterward would hurt. Instead, I’ll wrap you in a thin layer of Saran wrap first, then put the duct tape over that. That way, I can also get you out quickly if needed.”

K: “What should I wear under the saran wrap? Nothing?”
F: “Ahem", I blushed "For this trial run, I think it’s okay if you leave your underwear on.” (But at the party ... more things I really didn’t need to know.)

K: “Wait a moment while I get changed.”
She came back wearing shorts and a crop top. (I didn’t have the heart to tell her that crop tops still looked pretty pointless on her.)

I sat her on the kitchen counter with her legs dangling freely. That way, I could start wrapping her feet in a thin layer of clear plastic up to her knees. After I helped her down, she folded her arms across her chest.

F: “That’s very mummy-like, yes, but your arms will get numb too soon. It’ll be easier on you if you keep your arms straight down at your sides.”
I continued wrapping the Saran wrap upwards all the way to her shoulders, trying not to use more overlap than necessary.

F: “Now I’ll wrap your head. Take a deep breath until I poke in holes for you to breathe through.”
When I laid the first layer of plastic over her mouth and nose, she got visibly nervous, but once I poked the promised holes, she relaxed again.

F: “Okay, I’ll cover your eyes with just one layer, so you’ll still be able to see.”
With that, the base layer was finished. I started with the first roll of duct tape. I began at her feet, working slowly upwards, winding the silver tape tightly over the Saran wrap.
When I had covered her hips, the first roll of duct tape was almost gone — which gave me an idea.

F: “Listen, Katja. You’re wearing that crop top, and your belly button is showing. What if we do a ‘cropped mummy’ look?
Leave the part between your hips and chest uncovered — except for the Saran wrap?”
It took her a moment to picture it, then she smiled and nodded.
So, leaving a gap, the next roll began just below her chest, winding up to her shoulders.

F: “Now I’m going to wrap your neck. I’ll try to make it snug, but not too tight. Tell me if it’s uncomfortable — remember, you’ll need to bear this for over seven hours.”
From her neck, I worked up to her chin. I left a narrow gap over her mouth, avoided the breathing holes, made sure her nose wasn’t squished, and left a window for her eyes.
Forming the crown of her head proved more difficult than expected. With scissors, I cut finally open the gap over her mouth. Now she could drink through a straw and had backup breathing.

F: “You’re too floppy for a mummy. I’ll add a few vertical strips to make you more rigid.”
I taped vertically from the back of her head and neck, down her back, over her left leg, around her foot, and back up to her chest and neck.
I repeated this on the right side. Then I reinforced both with a second layer of tape. It made her noticeably stiffer, but still movable.
Finally, I added a second horizontal layer — one from hip to her feet, and one from chest to head.
This left her midsection visible beneath the clear wrap, with two vertical strips of duct tape looking like suspenders.

F: “I think I’m done — how does it feel?”
K: “Okay.”
F: "I can clearly see your belly button." I stated the obvious
K: "Anne has a fake piercing for hers, maybe she let me borrow it for the party." she replied
F: “Anything pinching? Too tight anywhere? You will stay like this an awfully long time.” I got back to business.
K: “No, everything okay."
F: “How well can you hear me?”
K: “Okay.”
F: “How much can you see?”
K: “Only what’s really close. Everything else is blurry.”
F: “How well can you breathe?”
K: “Right now I get enough air. How do I look?”
Women... I thought, as I grabbed her a mirror.
K: “I can't see much, but what I see looks great."
F: "I will take some photos anyway."
K: “Thanks, Daddy. Good job!”
F: "You’re welcome."

I went over to the counter and wrote down a note.

K: “What are you doing?”
F: “Writing a kind of protocol. We finished wrapping you at 12:17. Took me 44 minutes. I’ll check on you again in seven hours — at 19:17. See you then ... just kidding.”

Then I went and got my digital camera.
I took a few pictures of her — focusing on the technical details of the wrapping. After all she wanted to be able to recreate this 'costume' with her friends.

K: “Are you going to send these photos to Mom?”
F: “Nope, I’ll send them to you only. Whether you share them with your mom is up to you. Now, for the protocol: If you really wanted to dance, could you?”
K: “Nope. This costume is absolutely undanceable.” She laughed.

Okay, now what? I gently leaned her against the kitchen wall so she’d have something to rest on. I sat at my desk (which is in the same room) to do some home office work. About 30 minutes later, Katja called me:

K: “I’m bored. At the party, there would be people walking around, music playing. In my room there is a music player - can you get it for me?”

I fetched her MP3 player (yes, that old), but the in-ears couldn’t be heard through the duct tape around her head. So I offered her my trusted Sennheisers. She told me how to pick the music, and I went back to cleaning the kitchen.

At 14:08, she called me again. Her player’s batteries ran empty, and after 2 hours standing was tiring her, even with the wall to lean on.
I picked her up and laid her on the couch. That’s when I realized that the double vertical tape strips didn’t provide the desired rigidity. I noted that in the protocol. Now that her own music had died, I saw my chance to introduce her to some real music: Shortly after, the overture to "Tommy" by The Who thundered through the cottage (With The Who, there’s no such thing as too loud.). I again cleaned the kitchen, including the windows.

By 16:10, the musical masterpiece had ended. Katja’s eye wrap was fogged up, and her belly was slightly sweaty. She said she was okay and that the music was “interesting” and “unusual.” (She wasn’t in a position to piss me off.) I gave her a glass of juice through a straw — and felt a very strong urge to tickle her. Instead, I rolled her to her side so she could see the TV and turned it on. Soon she complained she couldn’t see anything — her vision was too fogged up. I rolled her onto her back again. She’d have to be content listening.

I dusted the bookshelves. At 17:03, I felt compelled to test how well the cocoon protected the subject against tickling attacks. The subject's duct-taped feet and shoulders didn’t trigger much — normally she'd react strongly to direct touch there. Then I tried to stimulate the subjects's belly and sides — the only areas not covered in duct tape. Whether it was the sweat or the thin plastic layer, I don’t know — but the subject's reaction was immediate and strong. The subject writhed and begged the investigator to abort the tests — which I did at 17:08.
(yes, it’s all in the protocol)

Then I had an idea: I grabbed a handful of still-working Sharpies and a book on Egyptian art I had just seen on the bookshelve.
Kneeling in front of her mummy I started drawing Egyptian symbols on the duct tape. This was silent, but gave her some mild tactile input.
After about 10 minutes, she said:

K: “I like that. At the party, we’ll give the guests markers so they can draw on me too.”

At 18:10, I had run out of ideas to draw. After another round of light tickling (subject's reactions could be reproduced by the investigator), I said:

F: “You’ve already lasted six of seven hours. How do you feel?”
K: “Sweaty and tired. But I think I can make it another hour.”
I was impressed.

K: “Can you make the cocoon complete, like a real mummy? I mean, tape the middle section too? I want to feel the difference.”
I picked her up and stood her leaning against the kitchen wall again. Then I grabbed another roll of duct tape and closed the gap between her hips and chest.

Finally I held a long strip of tape in front of her eyes.

F: “Want to spend the last hour in the dark, like a real mummy?”
After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. With her fogged up eyes fixed at mine and looking a little scared I sealed her remaining eye windows.

F: “Okay?” she nodded “Then I’ll prepare dinner.”

At 18:55 she unexpectedly called out:
K: “Daddy, I need to go to the toilet!”

At 19:01 (16 minutes before the scheduled end of the experiment), she was out. Sweaty, a little stiff, fingers and toes wrinkled, hair a complete mess — but otherwise fine. She vanished into the bathroom. I heard the shower start soon after.

While she was restoring herself, I took care of her discarded cocoon. When she returned for dinner in her bathrobe, she already seemed completely recovered — maybe a bit thirsty. I looked at her, clearly expecting her to say something. But that evening our conversation was somehow halting.

K: “Wow, we two are so crazy!”
...
F: “So, do you think this is a suitable costume for the Halloween party?”
K: “It stops me from dancing, it’s cheap, it’s unique, it looks cool, even has best-costume potential — and it’s the best idea I have so far.” she assessed it.
...
F: "You will need a pro-forma costume to show to your mom." I contributed.
...
K: “After wearing this mummy costume to the party, do you think I’ll get invited to more TUGs?”
We both laughed.

Did my little princess really want to go to the party as a tied-up, sweaty, tickled, drawn-on mummy?
At that moment — probably yes.

But after Halloween, on the photos she sent me from the party, she had worn a pretty standard Catwoman costume.
Apparently, dancing with Marcel wasn’t that bad anymore.

[Mskvor]

Nice, thanks for sharing it with us.

[Killua]

Nice new story about their father daughter games. I’m sure her Marcel would have loved to see her as the mummy too

[Jenny_1972]

Nice new story about their father daughter games. I’m sure her Marcel would have loved to see her as the mummy too

Spoiler: Marcel will get his chance ...

[Killua]

Spoiler: Marcel will get his chance ...

Easiest way to get Katja to become his girlfriend is tying her up, I guess?

[Jenny_1972]

Spoiler: Marcel will get his chance ...

Easiest way to get Katja to become his girlfriend is tying her up, I guess?

She's already 'taken'.

[TightsBound]

I enjoyed this one. Thorough, ok very thorough tie in a fun atmosphere. She won’t be doing much of anything for a while! Looking forward to the next adventure!

[sweetvillain]

Very nice and detailed Jenny.
The binding, the observations of the binder and the victim.
The tickling test is interesting.
Of course someone, inventively, at the Halloween party could take an advantage of the situation about of Katja's ticklishness