He starts with my head. It gets covered by black, thin sheets of plastic. Secured with tape. I only have small, discreet holes to breathe, and none to see.

One by one, my limbs get covered and taped. Enough to hide every inch of my flesh, but not so tight that I cannot flex my muscles.

Next, my body. Strategic, narrow areas are left exposed.

I am sure that if I could look at me, all I could see is a black mummy.

Now I could be anybody. Gone the red, long hair.

Gone my features, my long fingernails. My clothes. The tone of my skin.

All that is left is the shape of my body.

I.

Do.

Not.

Exist.

As Lucrezia.

I am reduced, regressed, and compacted. Cannot speak, cannot decide. Do not know where he is, and what he is going to do next.

Altogether frightening.

Altogether...

Rather exciting.

Without the 'ego' in one, one can do, feel and be more. Or less. Tied up but free.

I am so wrapped up in the complete silence of my black plastic universe, that I must make an effort, pay attention to what is going to happen to me.

My senses are kidnapped and yet heightened.

The paradox of sex games.