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“Look at what I got at the craft store…!”“Yarn? Pink yarn…?”“Yep. But it’s Magic. Magic Pink Yarn”“No way…what…what is it really?”“Let me show you…”Her friend wound strands of the Magic Pink Yarn across her chest, above and below her breasts and up, over her neck and down again. It tingled. A very nice pleasant tingle…“You like?”“Mmmmm…” She replied dreamily. it really did tingle in a most pleasant way…“Do you want more?”“yes…”“Good. Now just sit down over here and put your legs up on this other chair. She felt her friends hands glide slowly up and down her legs… "I’m glad to see you’re wearing the Pearlyhose I gave you, don’t you just love them…?”“yes…” In fact, she was a bit surprised that she was wearing them. She hadn’t intended to put them on today. It seemed she just slid them on without thinking about it. But it felt right to wear the Pearlyhose and she had to admit, they feel wonderful…“Now, I’ll just put some of this Magic Pink Yarn just here, above your knees, okay…?”“yes…”“And now, how about some Magic Pink Yarn around your ankles as well?  Hmmmm?“"yes…”“Oh, you look sooo cute, all tied up in my Magic Pink Yarn. Except…well, I ought to tie your wrists as well, to make it complete. Don’t you think?”“Yes…”“Okay, only if you really think so. Put your wrists behind your back and I’ll put some of my Magic Pink Yarn on them. If you want me to…”She wanted it. She wanted her to. She wanted her friend to put the Magic Pink Yarn on her wrists and she felt her body respond–her arms moving behind her back and the soft Yarn, the Magic Pink Yarn she felt it on her wrists winding and binding them together where they needed to be.“Mmmmm. so very nice… And now, something else I found.  Magic Tape!”“d d uct tape?” She could barely get the words out.“No… Magic Tape. When I put it on you you won’t be able to make a sound. At all.”Already she could barely make a sound. But. Magic Tape. She wanted it. The tape was sticky and tingly and clung tightly to her face and she could feel the heat and pressure of the fingers as her friend tore strip after strip and plastered them over her mouth.And she found she could not make a sound.  At all.“One last thing…if you want… How about a nice Bun for your hair?”Yes. the Bun.she definitely wanted the Bun -- source link

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