Ramona's Encasement Fantasy

Ramona comes home horny. Still in her pantyhose, she rubs herself through the sheer nylon, breath growing ragged. That little thrill escalates when the door opens and a masked woman steps inside. No words. Just rope and nylon and intent. She’s stripped, body sealed in fresh pantyhose, every curve wrapped tight, face covered, only the suggestion of her mouth left. Rope knots her arms behind her, circles her thighs, pins her ankles. A black ball gag pushes between her lips and is buckled in place. She can’t see. Can’t speak. Can only feel. The stranger eases a thick dildo against her, pressing the nylon inside her inch by inch until she’s filled. Every thrust rocks against her trapped body, and Ramona’s muffled moans are the only sound in the room. The nylon clings to her like a second skin. The rope keeps her helpless. She comes hard, shaking inside her encasement, the pantyhose soaked from the inside out.