Here's my translation of Chapter 6 of the World of Wool, written by WoolLayers. The scenes which are described in this story are pure fantasy and I expressly do not recommend that anything written here is done for real. In the case that anyone would like to do anything written in the 'World of Wool' they do so at their own risk.
The Author
Chapter 6: The Bondage Chamber
Angie escorted us back along the corridor and up the winding staircase. We could tell that Angie was still annoyed with us. "Can't I leave the house for just a short time without something happening?", she asked reproachfully. "Luckily I had my bleeper with me, which informed me that you were quite wonderfully stressed. The diapers that you're wearing really are a great invention. Hence I could drive quickly back home to free you from your unfortunate predicament. For that, you owe me."
Angie left the room with the winding staircase at a rapid pace and escorted us into a room which we hadn't been in before. It struck me straight away that in the room there were very many restraint untensils hanging from the walls. Beginning with ropes and cords through leather straps and cuffs to an enormous arsenal of woolen scarves of different lengths and breadths.
"This here is my bondage chamber", Angie explained. "Here you will both be able to lavishly taste the pleasures of being unable to move. I think I will start with you, Nena. Incidentally, now is also the time when I shall start to make the first official film."
Indeed there was a video camera standing in the corner of the room, so that every movement and action could be recorded. I had to sit in a comfy chair with wooden arm rests. Then my wrists and forearms were firmly bound to the arm rests with woollen scarves and my ankles were likewise fastened to the chair legs with woollen scarves. With this I was at least no longer able to put up a fight. Then Angie pulled the woollen hat, which I had taken out of the cellar, firmly down over my head and I felt how she additionally blindfolded me with a woollen scarf.
"Now at least you can no longer see the things I am going to do to Nena. And that is good. Strain your ears and savour it." rejoiced Angie. "And you, Nena, shall tell your husband exactly what I am doing to you, for as long as you are able." That did not sound good.
Then I heard Nenas voice. "Angie has given me two pairs of leggings and two pairs of thick woolly knee socks, which I must now put on. " Her voice sounded quite far away. No wonder. On her head there was indeed already a woollen mask, and my hearing was somewhat restricted through the hood which I was wearing.
"Now she has passed me two heavy pullovers with generously high roll-necks which I am now putting on", Nena continued. "The necks are really extremely thick and long." When I counted it up, Nena was wearing altogether six layers of wool over one another. "Now I'm having to run a lap around the room. I'm finding it incredibly difficult. My ability to move is quite wonderfully restricted." "Ahhh. It's so good that you feel 'wonderful' ", Angie laughed. "Fine, then I shall now make it even more wonderful for you.". I could hardly believe that Nena intended to elicit such a reaction with the word 'wonderful'.
"Angie has asked me to kneel down. And to do so with my back to a post which stands here in the middle of the room. The foot of the post is now between my knees. The floor beneath my knees is padded with outspread woollens." Nena continued. "Now she has tied a short scarf to my wrists, pulled my arms behind me and bound them firmly to the post. My God, whatever will be next?"
Then I felt, how somebody did something to the scarf which blindfolded me. The scarf and the hood, which had eliminated my vision, were removed. "Because from now on it will become increasingly difficult for Nena to speak, I want to permit you to watch what comes next as my speciality." said Angie, who stood before me.
Nena was kneeling on the floor approximately three metres away from my chair with her hands bound to the post. The roll-necks of the two heavy pullovers coiled themselves really thickly around her neck. Angie went to a wall cupboard and brought out a whole stack of long, wide woollen scarves. She went with them to Nena at the post.
"Just this once I must dispense with the gag, which in these situations I would normally fix as well", said Angie. "But I have left the keys to your zippers upstairs and can't be bothered to go and get them." Then Angie pulled one of Nena's two roll-necks high up over her head. Over that came a long hood without any openings, which reached deep down to her neck. Then the whole procedure was repeated once more. Nena could now quite definitely not see a thing and the atmosphere under her six layers must have been incredibly wooly.
Then Angie began to wrap up Nena's body from the floor to the top of her head with one layer of woollen scarves. In doing so she guided the scarves around the post, so that Nena's body was pressed tightly against the column. Then she bound two short scarves to Nenas ankles and pulled her calves so far upwards that her ankles met her backside. Her feet were than fixed in this position.
Next Angie began, with apparently increasing enthusiasm, to wrap Nenas body really firmly in scarf after scarf. With time an ultra-beautiful form was created. When, after several layers, it began to look finished, what I saw against the post was no longer my wife, but rather a cocoon. Nena was encapsulated in six layers of woollen clothing, bandaged up totally tight with scarves and completely unable to move even a single finger.
With the words, "OK. Now please wait a short time, until I return", Angie left the room. What else could we do. Nena was condemned to immobility and I also sat really well and firmly fastened to my chair.