I have an amazing friend who is very into encasements and wrappings. I didn’t have any interest in these things until him, but to hear him talk about his love and passion for these kinks encouraged my curiosity – and I am immensely curious about most things.

So, when he showed me this gorgeous purple vet wrap he had bought, and I love purple, I thought I should approach him and negotiate a wrapping. We discussed how far I wanted to go, what to wear, and if I would be standing or laying, or a combination of both. And then my husband – because the friend is close to both of us – got involved, so I wasn’t wearing anything other panties and I was standing so that anyone who wanted to watch had a good view. I also think they planned for him to be involved a bit more – something I discovered later.

My husband decided to wrap rope into a simple chest harness and tie me to a suspension point to keep me safely upright while I was being wrapped – which was hugely comforting once my legs began to get wrapped. My friend did a fantastic job of checking in with me, notifying me of all the steps and the reasons behind them, and complimenting me as we went along. He made the entire experience so much fun and provided so much feedback that I wasn’t concerned during the entire process.

He wrapped my torso first with my arms raised above me and it just felt like a tight dress around me. Friends watching commented how it looked like a sexy dress. Next, he went to my fingers and arms, asking me to spread my fingers a bit, and once around those limbs I put down my arms and he wrapped them to my torso. Once I was wrapped, the wrapping tightened quite a bit around my fingers. He wrapped up to neck level, then the legs, putting a bit of padding between my ankles (to prevent the ankle bones from rubbing each other).

He asked if I wanted to go further, and I indicated I was quite comfortable so he talked me through as he began wrapping my neck and head – leaving a partially open face. The neck and head wrappings were in black and someone commented that I looked like a nun.

Apparently, me being quite comfortable wasn’t acceptable to one audience member as my husband approached us and asked our friend something, and suddenly he knelt in front of me to cut a slit at pelvis area. He inserted our small vibrator that we use for suspensions and turned it on low. My friend remarked how he could feel it reverberating through the wraps to where he was working.

The wrappings suddenly felt tighter even as I became more aware of the vibrations at my clit. I heard the background noise of the people commenting and my friend’s laughter. After a few minutes, he turned it on high and then taped the vibrator up.

I couldn’t move…at all. And while I believe I interacted when spoken to, I was only aware of the heat around my body, the comforting pressure of the wraps, and the vibrations. My face was towards the people and yet they didn’t exist after a certain point. I was certainly the center of my focus, with my husband and my friend orbiting around from time to time. At one point I was asked if I wanted to lay down, to which I did as the rope was beginning to support me from time to time. They both held me until my husband scooped me into his arms and then laid me down, straddling my body. He manipulated the vibrator as much as he could through the wraps and pinched and tweaked my nipples through the wrap (how the hell did he know how to find them?) until I climaxed.

By that point, I had been wrapped for over an hour. One hand was tight inside the wrap, and I was so hot and sweaty. I requested to be let out (the vibrator portion was peeled,turned off, and removed) and my friend and husband set about to cutting me out – one person on arms and the other started at my ankles and cut up. The minute the last of the wrap was cut going directly up my body, the wrapping opened up around me – like a cocoon being peeled back, and the air hit my damp skin. It was refreshing; it was awakening all the skin on the surface of my body and making me aware of a nearby fan circulating the air to caress me softly.

I had lost track of the time and was surprised to hear that I had been wrapped as long as I had been – it felt like a short moment of time and when I requested to be let out I felt had bad that it was so much work that I was requesting out of.

The wrapping kept my body’s form and was a spongy form that I could look at the rest of the night and smile. I enjoyed being wrapped but it was crucial that I trusted the person binding me in such a restricting way and that he had a lot of experience, to make the session as positive as it was. I couldn’t imagine doing this with many people.