Encasement, Part 1

Encased from head to toe in pantyhose, I create a veil between me and the world around me, I’m ready to submerge. I gag myself with the knotted hosiery, drooling through its porous being. My dominant emerges out of the shadows to bind me, cuff me, touch me as I’m secured to the St Andrews Cross.

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