I’ve been immersed in the practice of turning bodies into sculpture ever since Iearned Mistress Chiaki's technique at her workshop. The idea of creating a living gallery of immobilized beings—helpless and objectified—took root in my mind. What began as an artistic experiment with Sanrio mummies has evolved into a desire to expand the collection. This craving lingers because the image of you, perfectly wrapped and available for my use, brings me aesthetic and sadistic delight.

You’ll be wrapped head to toe using a custom mummification technique that contours your body to perfection. The space is quiet, dimly lit, and clinical, with a touch of reverence—part studio, part ritual chamber. Once fully immobilized, you’ll be left to drift in a sensory vacuum, your body no longer yours, but mine to observe, abuse, and, if I choose, document. The dynamic is one of absolute surrender. You become a medium for expression, held in place by trust and tape, watched over in silence. Depending on my mood, the session may end with a Polaroid to mark your place in my archive.

Afterward, you’ll feel lighter—softened, disoriented, maybe even a little altered. The quiet will stay with you, as will the sense of having been fully taken, reshaped, and returned to yourself. For me, the image of your bound form will linger long after you’re gone—an imprint of discipline, devotion, and delicate control.