Rainmker
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I’m listening to music as you walk in, the weekend a slow one, nice and quiet with the phone not ringing much at all...you come over and give me a kiss, your eyes moving to the sack beside my chair. “What’s that?” you inquire, reaching to pick it up...you laugh as you pull out the box of white knee highs...then squeal with glee as you pull out the package of same color tights...in 4X! “I’m not THAT big” you say, a bit of puzzlement on your face as you look at it again...yep, that’s the size. “I’ve been waiting for you to get here, I had an idea while you were gone.Wanna play?”...you immediately begin to strip, shoes and socks, then jeans, panties, shirt, and bra are all tossed on the couch. You stand there a bit selfconsciously, you always do...I think you’re lovely, you don’t have a thing to be ashamed of... “Okay, c’mere”...I open the package of large hose, pulling them out and laying them on the floor at your feet....motioning for you to pick up a foot, I put the stocking on just as far as your heel...”Now slide your other foot into the same leg”...you comply, watching me with amusement as I open the box of kneehighs...... I change my mind in midstream, having you step back out of the hose...watching me, you see me cut off the kneehighs at the top band, 4 of them...as I turn one over into a figure eight in my hands, I have you stand in front of me...lifting first one foot then the other, you see that with them twisted, they’re VERY tight, almost like rope around your ankles...but you make a fussing sound as I have you lift each foot again, a second one slides up and over your ankles...”Now” I say “step back into that foot of the tights”...you comply, finding it a bit hard to keep your balance as you do it...then a sudden burst of fussing noise again as I begin to pull the top band up your calves, back and forth I work it until it rests just above your kneecaps...”comfy?” I ask, grinning as you look back at me...reaching for the leg of the hose your feet are in, I begin to pull it up your lower legs, stopping as I reach your knees...”got to have something else”...reaching next to the chair, I bring out your vibrator, turning it on to test the batteries...”hmmm, I guess you haven’t messed with it, it still works!” Laughing as I dodge your playful swing at me, I say “alright, squat a little bit...gots to get this in, don’t we?” You don’t say a word as you attempt to bring your upper legs apart, closing your eyes as the toy is slid into you, slowly, for you know how much I like to watch you as you begin to get into this...once firmly seated inside you, I reach for the hose again, pulling the leg up, stretching it tightly until it’s top is just above your asscheeks...my hands run up and down your legs, god how I love the feel of you in them...I feel you quiver at my touch as I lightly squeeze each asscheek..... I smile as I let go of your nipples, having taken the time to play with them for a second...watching the goosebumps, seeing you close your eyes, the lids fluttering...the look on your face one of utter arousal as you wait for me to continue...picking up two more bands, I tell you to turn and face away from me, put your hands behind your back, palm to palm...I watch your fingers flex as first one, then a second band encircle your wrists...you groan as I pull up the top one, bringing your elbows inexorably closer together until they touch, the band stopping just above the joint...placing my hands on your hips, I move you to face me again...almost...not quite but almost changing my mind and freeing you, seeing your breasts jut out from the bands stricture...but I have to be the one who shows patience here, don’t I? Grinning, I pick up a complete kneehigh, stretching it between my hands as you look at me...you watch as one by one the cutoff pieces of the others are pushed into the center point of the stocking...all four, and I’m picking up more kneehighs! You chew your lower lip, knowing if you say a thing, it’ll only make it worse...the wad looks VERY large as I knot first one side, then the other, trapping it in the middle...a puzzled look appears on your face as you see me put it down...”first, something extra...” picking up a kneehigh, I motion for you to bend your head down towards the floor...stretching it over your forehead, I pull it down, over your nose, your chin...you feel it lightly squeezing your temples as I pull it away from your nose and mouth, stretching it a bit more so you can breathe...finding you can’t keep your eyes open from the tightness of the stocking makes you fidget...you open your mouth as you feel my fingers probing your lips...the wad disappears inside, I push with my thumb, getting it all the way inside behind your teeth....”bite down on it”, I say...as you comply, I knot it behind your neck, seeing only a scant 1/4 inch of material between your lips as the gagging is completed.... You squirm as you feel the insides of my arms on yours, reaching for the stocking dangling at your waist. I playfully squeeze each asscheek, making you moan as I pull up the leg...you feel the nylon lift at the back of your legs a bit, wondering what’s to come...”Now...tilt your head back”....you gasp in surprise as the idea hits home, but comply...already having your face encased in nylon, this new piece slides down it easily, no pressure added as I tug it down to your neck...then continue down over your shoulders, pulling and tugging as it slides ever so slowly down to your elbows...you whimper as you feel it squeezing a bit harder, trapping your arms to your sides as the toe gets closer to the crown of your head...pulling even more, I finally get the other half of the waistband to meet the front half at your waist...feeling my fingers at different places on the upper stocking, you can only whimper at the stricture of it as I keep pulling it down, down, down...again I adjust the outer material where it crosses over your nose, allowing you to breathe easily...but you’re not breathing easily, young lady! The aroused noises I hear tell me I’ve found a new, and enjoyable, way to bind you...running my fingers over your breasts under the nylon, tracing each nipple, makes you breathe even more raggedly...I position my arm under your knees, picking you up in my arms and going to my favorite easy chair...sitting down with you on my lap, I reach over for the scissors on the stand...around and around my finger goes, making your nipple get very taut and hard under the nylon as you feel the slick material rubbing it...I pinch it, then pull out the material over it...you hear the scissor’s snip, then me letting go of the stocking...positioning it, I once again touch your nipple, you gasp in surprise as you feel my fingernail on it, I’ve cut a hole where it sticks thru the material...pulling you even tighter against me, I idly play with it, meanwhile running my hand over your stocking clad body...we’ve got all night, there’s no hurry to do anything more than see how many times I can make you orgasm while bound this way...
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I've begun to really enjoy nylon mummification... - 
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