Oh, Marie didn't mean her arms - she was now securing her legs. Erin had assumed that having both of her legs crammed into one leg of tights was enough to keep her from walking, but now Marie was kneeling at her sister's feet binding duct tape around her ankles. No, it's just right!" Amanda replied. "There's no way I can escape this - you are going to untie me later, right?" Wow," Amanda exclaimed. "We should have been more honest with each other a long time ago! I want to be tied up next. I guess you'll have to do it, Erin. Marie is incapacitated right now." Yeah, me too!" Amanda said, surprised that she wasn't the only person in the world who felt that way. "Maybe now that we know we're all interested, we could help each other out in that regard."

Amanda's eyes were wide, taking all of this in. "No," she said, shaking her head. "But do you think you may have gone too far?" She sat on the edge of her bed and began pulling the tights up one leg. She loved the feeling of how the tights caressed her legs from the tips of her toes, then slowly up her leg. She did the same for the other leg, slowly pulling up the tights until the band reached its destination at her waist. She adjusted them until they felt just right. She made sure the seam was perfectly aligned along the tips of her toes. She sighed with pleasure as she ran her hands up and down her nylon covered legs. The tights were completely opaque and oh so soft and smooth. Instead of covering Erin's legs in a solid wrapping of tape, like her arms were, Marie secured her legs with three bands of tape - one around her ankles, one around her legs just below her knees, and the third just above her knees. Each band consisted of at least six layers.Erin did, and Marie put the leg of the tights over both of her hands and pulled it up. Erin was now wearing three pairs of tights - one on her legs as usual, one over her arms and chest like a shirt, and a split pair that now held her arms together and her legs together. How's that? Is it too tight?" Marie asked as she cut the end of the tape and pressed the end firmly down on Erin's arm-wrappings. Thanks so much! I'm having fun with this story. I'm so glad JohnJSchmidt came up with the idea. I might have try tights encasement myself! It sounds wonderful, but my wife already thinks I weird enough. The key is on my desk," Marie answered. "When I'm ready to free myself, I hop over there and get the key. But if you want to move things along faster, please get the key for me. As for where I got the handcuffs, there's a certain thing called the internet. Duh!"

Erin did as she was told, and soon found her feet being forced into one of the legs of Marie's tights. With a little effort, Marie pulled the it up and up over her sister's legs, over her knees, and even higher.Erin got the key, and with Erin and Amanda working together, Marie was soon free of all restraints. Erin and Marie were too stunned to answer for a couple of seconds. Amanda didn't recognize Erin! Which wasn't surprising, since Marie hadn't recognized her at first either, until Erin had started speaking. Alright, you two," Marie said to her two bound and gagged sisters. "Time for me to tie myself up again. I'm setting my phone alarm for one hour, just in case I fall asleep. Then I'll hop over to the desk and get my handcuff key, and then maybe, just maybe, I'll untie the two of you after I free myself," she said while putting the handcuff key on the edge of her desk. "Maybe," she said for the third time for emphasis. That's probably pretty tight - you and I are about the same size, and this was designed to go over just one of my legs. How does it feel to have both of your legs in one tights leg?" Marie asked. Erin took a deep breath and explained her interest in tights-encasement. Her two sisters nodded, and fortunately didn't make fun of the idea.

She walked to her bedroom door and tried to open it. Even this took a little bit of extra effort, as her tights-covered hands had a harder time getting a grip. Finally the door opened. She walked down the hall. Claudette, the family cat, took one look at her and scampered away. Erin giggled. Claudette had seen her a few times in her nylon encasement, but would never get completely used to the sight. Fortunately, Claudette was unable to tell the rest of the family about Erin's very unusual hobby. Excellent choice," Marie said. "But first, I don't think Erin is wearing enough tights. What do you think, Amanda?" Did the fact that she had graduated from high school cause Erin to stop wearing tights? No, no, no, no, no. She still wore them with skirts. She wore them with shorts. Not every day like she used to, but as often as she could. And on those glorious, rare days when she had the house to herself, like now, she wore more than one pair of tights - and not just on her legs! Okay," Marie said. "But sit down and relax, both of you. You're making me more nervous than I was already. I was deeply relaxed when both of you barged in, screaming and scaring me to death."Marie began binding the duct tape around Erin's wrists. Erin again sighed in pleasure as her already imprisoned arms became hopelessly bound together. Marie didn't stop at the wrists. 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. I was going to wear these one more time before putting them in my 'gag and blindfold pile'. They're getting pretty old. But I just thought of a use for them," Marie said as she started to cut the legs off of the pair of tights. Uh, I don't think so," Erin said. "I was the first one to find Marie like this, so I get to be tied up next. We'll tie you up tomorrow instead."