It looked like a large box-room and had several extra items of furniture, including a big old dressing table. Several circuits of duct tape over her lips and around the back of Erin's pantyhose-covered head ensured that the sock was going to stay put.

She could stretch out her fingers when she needed to, but the elasticity of the tights kept her hands balled up into fists in their resting state.

Instead of answering directly, Marie found a pair of scissors in her desk drawer and pulled a pair of black tights out of a drawer from her dresser.

Her encasement was now nearly total, except for a gap of a few inches between the waistbands of her "leg tights" and her "shirt tights". So after a few minutes I started masturbating in some of her knickers again, and again I caught the cum in my own soft underpants. About half of them were in bottle green, Clare’s school colour, and the rest were a mixture of white, pink and pale blue.

This second pair of tights was now functioning as a long-sleeved shirt, although unlike most shirts, her hands remained inside the sleeves. She continued to wrap the tape around Erin's nylon-covered arms in overlapping but gradually higher wrappings until Erin's arms were crushed together by a solid mass of duct tape from wrists to elbows.