Perhaps it's the cold weather that's been putting all sorts of rubbery mummification fantasies in my head. All of the following photos are from Demask.com. They have an amazing range of both rubber and leather! A few of my rubber outfits come from them, and the quality is amazing.



Imagine being lubed up, sliding into a rubber sleep sack...and then realizing there's more to come. As the sack inflates, you become more and more restricted. I love the shape of the body in this photo. If you add a hood, can you tell the sex of this person? Taking someone's identity away is so erotic.
















Rubber, inflation, restriction, and a hood with a dildo? This keeps getting better and better! Deliciously deviant thoughts flood my mind...


















Last, but certainly not least, is the photo to the left. If the rings on the side of the sack were strong enough, it would be wonderful to suspend a slave horizontally in this rubber dream. All sorts of nasty electrical devices could be hooked up to naughty bits...I've had my eye candy for today.

**Note: I don't own these sleep sacks currently. Hopefully in the future I will. If you'd like to make an extremely generous donation to my toy collection by purchasing these wet dreams, send an email to MistressNatalya@gmail.com!

I just had my web board shut down. My mailing list is now closed as well. This year is going to be the year of reorganization and simplification. As I mention in the note on the site, "my energy is better spent elsewhere". In the next few weeks I'll be doing multiple photo shoots to give the site a fresh look. I've been compiling and working on a large, "For Novices" area. With each new potential client, I find myself asking some of the same questions. Negotiations tend to take longer due to the fact that most people haven't thought about what I ask. Having an idea of what I will ask will make the process go more smoothly.

My goals are to have natalyasadici.com reflect my growth as a Domina, be an information source for novices and seasoned players, and be a titillating place to view unique FemDom content.

Everyone is welcome to post respectful comments on this blog. This will be my main source for announcements from now on.

**This is an older photo of Salome, me, and danimal. The variation of our expressions always fascinates me.

A few days ago I had dinner with a female play partner. We had the following conversation:
"When people ask me what the kinkiest thing I've ever done is...do you know what I tell them?"

"No, actually, I don't," I ran through our play time history and wondered what she'd say next.

"Mummification. That is by far the weirdest thing I've ever done."

I asked her why she thought that. It interests me when-as kinky people-we think something is weird. Yes, I do admit that seeing heavy rubber bondage and gas masks as a youngster both startled and excited me. Perhaps, certain activities make us feel weird-a word we use when we're not sure how to describe the feeling. In the case with my female play partner, I know it was a situation she never expected to get into.

As far as mummification goes, I have to say it's my biggest kink. My FPP's(female play partner's) question made me think of all the reasons I'm drawn to this activity.

When I wake up in the morning, I'm usually wrapped in a slew of blankets. During my slumber, I subconsciously turn over and over again-in a way mummifying myself for comfort. Although this makes the process of getting out of my soul sucking bed more difficult, I find comfort in being wrapped this way.

Think about it...when we're in utero, we're curled up like a ball and surrounded by supportive fluid. We get all our nutrients, exchange gases, and wastes this way. The placenta is our supportive wrapping in which we grow without hearing judgment, having deadlines, or other responsibilities.

Once we're born, and have to painfully take our first breath, we cry. We're uncomfortable...and what is the first thing nurses do? Teach our mother how to swaddle us-if she doesn't know already. Instead of supportive fluids, we have blankets. As we grow, I believe we find comfort in things that are strangely familiar to us. Mummification taps into this deep unconscious feeling of being supported.

When I switched, I always wanted to be mummified. No matter what else was going on, I found myself slipping into a meditative state. The slight rocking motion that occurred while other things were done to me put me into a deep parasympathetic state. Who knows how much time would pass, but at some point I felt weightless-like I was levitating off the floor or bondage table.

The first time I mummified a client I found myself drawn to the silhouette of the body encased in plastic. With his head covered, he was androgynous. He was completely helpless-not able to move, not able to breathe unless I let him, not able to see or hear. I turned him into an object-my plastic package of amusement. After cutting him out, he looked like he was being reborn. He slowly came out of his cocoon, blinked a few times, stretched and found new appreciation in the ability to move all his limbs. Once he drank some water, he described his feelings of floating and was amazed how long he'd been wrapped up.

Do we unconsciously seek out infancy and childhood comforts through our kink? Sometimes we do. Right now I look forward to exploring mummification in my favorite material-latex.

I just received the writing below. It's from a new slave who I'm working with to expand his boundaries. This gives a slave's perspective of both the negotiation process and our play time. It has not been edited.

"What if She never responds to my inquiry? What if She doesn't find me worthy Her time and attention? Did I answer all of the questions to Her satisfaction?" These are some of the questions I was asking myself after submitting the online application through Mistress Natalya's website. I really desired to serve Her the very first moment I saw Her pictures and read through Her website.

Some time later I was honored with a response from Mistress Natalya. She asked me further questions and also informed me of a protocol She requires of all new slaves. Before I could hope to session with Her, I had to pass a screening process consisting of email communication and a meeting in a public place. I found the process very educating. I learned a lot from this truly professional Disciplinarian through our email correspondence, including some things about myself. Even before I had the pleasure of meeting with Her face to face, I felt very intimidated by Her strong and very demanding personality. She was able to get me to confess all my desires, and to tell Her all the information She wanted to know about me. I also felt like I got to know Her during the process. I was really looking forward to our initial meeting.

That day finally arrived. I was very nervous and uncertain of how things would go. I was amazed when I saw this beautiful Woman with my own eyes. The feeling of intimidation that I had during our email communication only intensified when I was sitting in front of Her. Her sharp eyes were piercing through my skin as She could read my thoughts and my soul. I felt like I was melting and didn't know where to lay my eyes as looking directly into Hers seemed too dangerous. The words coming out through Her pretty lips sounded like firm commands, even during the moments we were talking about coffee or restaurant food. Mistress Natalya didn't even try to scare or intimidate me, but I just couldn't help this feeling while being around Her. She is a natural Female Supremacist and Disciplinarian, and I could sense it very intensively throughout the entire time I was with Her.

I was so happy when Mistress Natalya informed me later She would allow me to have a session with Her. The time between our meeting in the cafe and the first session was filled with anticipation and high anxiety on my part. At all times, I could hear Her voice in my head as She was talking about different aspects of BDSM, discipline, and humiliation. As the day of the session was approaching, I was feeling more and more nervous, and I was wondering what would happen to me in the hands of this strict beautiful Woman.

The day and the hour have finally arrived. I again couldn't believe my own eyes when I saw Mistress Natalya as She opened the door of the dungeon. Her outfit was a mixture of the old-fashioned taste of a strict Disciplinarian combined with sexuality and provocation: a black skirt at about knee length, a white not fully buttoned shirt, black high heel shoes, and stockings, each with a black stripe rising at the back. Even before Mistress Natalya spoke Her first words, I could smell discipline in the air; a punishment seemed unavoidable.

It was immediately made obvious to me why I was there. I was ordered to strip and to place my belonging in a basket. As Mistress Natalya took some of the clothing off me, She then conducted a very humiliating inspection of my body, including my ears, mouth, and most private parts as well. Mistress Natalya very quickly proceeded to the punishment. I was first disciplined in a standing position with my legs apart and my hands spread above my head. She combined it with one of my biggest weaknesses - nipple torture. Her metal devices were painfully tightening on my nipples in between the lashes She was administering to my body. As Mistress Natalya informed me at some point, the clamps eventually had to come off. It wasn't, however, in the way I was hoping. When She pulled the chain joining the clamps, I fell to the ground in agony.

Before I was ordered on a spanking bench, Mistress Natalya used a rope to make multiple knots along my body and to bind my hands behind my back. I couldn't believe how skillful Her beautiful hands were, working with the rope. A few times I dared to look at Mistress Natalya's eyes - She looked back at me with the same sharp eyes that intimidated me the first time I met with Her. She never smiled to me; She kept threatening me with Her dangerous cold eyes. When I was secured on the bench, the second - more intense phase of the beating began. A single tail whip and a cane left the biggest impact on my body and on my mind. Mistress Natalya purposely tied my hands in such a way that I had small room for movement. That was to see if I could control myself. I wasn't doing too well. Struggling in pain, my hands were wondering with attempts to cover my bottom cheeks and my fingers were whipped a few times. Mistress Natalya made it clear to me at the end that the severity of my punishment was far from the level that would satisfy Her. I realized that and had no choice but to acknowledge and accept the fact that during our next encounter my limits would be pushed much further.

It took me a good amount of time to return to my normal state of mind afterwards. My experience with Mistress Natalya had a huge impact on me and I know that things will not be the same as they were before I met Her. Our relationship will shape me into a male being of Her satisfaction, no matter how demanding, unpleasant and painful this might turn out to be for me. But I am ready and happy to please Her and take whatever She sees fit and appropriate for me. Thank You Mistress Natalya!