Our little sis is very wise," Marie said. "Anyway, thanks, it's good to know I'm not totally insane. But I'm really curious about your outfit, Spider-Man," Marie said, looking at Erin. Okay, both of you, calm down," Marie said, blushing and sighing nervously. "It looks like Erin and I both need to explain what's going on. Do you want me to start, or do you want to go first, Erin?"

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.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! 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. 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!"

pantyhose #feet #tights #nylons #hosiery #footfetish #instafeetlove #toes #soles #nylonsoles #nylontoes #nylonfeet #instafeet #sexyfeet #collants #calze #strumpfhose #prettyfeet #pantyhosefeet #cutefeet #cutetoes #pantyhosesoles #hosedtoes #sheer #nylonedfeet #solesworhip #solesntoes #footfetishgroup #footfetishnation 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. Oh, sorry,” she said. She relaxed her grip. “Is that better?” She gave it a little rub, and I just gulped, and nodded ‘yes!’ 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."Erin got the key, and with Erin and Amanda working together, Marie was soon free of all restraints. 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 sat next to Marie on the bed, and Amanda brought Marie's desk chair over and sat on it, crossing her legs. Amanda was still in her school uniform, except for her shoes. She was wearing the required white shirt, blue blazer, blue pleated skirt, and navy blue tights. As a teenager I always used to spend about ten days each year with Cousin Clare and her parents. Clare wasn’t actually my cousin, but her mother and my mother were at school together, and it was a convenient way to refer to her. Clare was an only child.