Here is my translation of Chapter 7 of the World of Wool, written by WoolLayers.
The story comes with a health warning, also translated.  Enjoy.
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 7: The Kagselmusch
It wasn't too long before Angie came back. "From my own experience I know that the situation in which Nena has just been placed is not exactly the most comfortable." said Angie. "I've experienced it often enough on my own body. Therefore we need to hurry up a bit."
She untied the scarves which held me firmly to the chair and asked me to stand up. "Darling Lutz. I am now going to bind you also, but only just firmly enough so that you are able to free yourself under your own steam, to help Nena out of her unfortunate situation." Angie explained. "As soon as you are wrapped up, I shall unfasten the scarves and hoods from her head, so that she can observe the progress of your attempts to free yourself."
Angie passed me three pairs of woollen leggings and accompanying knee-socks, which I duly put on. Then I had to put on another three really thick roll-necked pullovers. After each pullover came a pair of knee socks over my hands and forearms, so that it became increasingly difficult to put on the clothes. My hands were firmly wrapped up and the collars of the pullovers pressed hard up under my nose.
When Angie approached with a further, exceptionally heavy roll-necked pullover I began to protest. "You must put these on like trousers. Then we'll soon be ready", commanded Angie. So I slipped my feet through the bottom opening of the pullover into the sleeves and pulled the pullover up. I was instructed to sit on the floor, which I also did.
Angie went to Nena at the post and began to free her head. After a while there were just sufficient layers of scarves and hoods cleared away to enable Nena to see again. Also she could quite easily move her head. "Now we shall do the reverse" Angie said, referring to Nena. "You will describe to your man what I do with him, and afterwards give him tips to help him emerge more swiftly from the Kagselmusch, as I have christened this situation."
I watched as Angie came over to me and pulled up the collar of the first roll-necked pullover. Then I just heard Nena's voice. "Now she is pulling a really long, fluffy hood over your head, now the next roll-neck is going up, a further hood, ...." When all the collars were up and each fixed in place with a hood, Angie fastened my hands behind my back. It felt difficult for me to place my hands behind my back, because the sweaters really reduced my range of movement.
I had to bend my knees. "Now Angie is pressing your upper body forward and is pushing it into the bottom opening of the pullover on your legs", I heard Nena say from what sounded rather far away. "Your head is now coming through the opening in the roll-neck." The situation was already quite beautifully uncomfortable. "Angie is now taking a long scarf, and beginning at your throat is wrapping it once around your neck, passing the ends through the bend of your knees, back again round your neck and knotting the ends under your chin", Nena continued.
I felt how my neck had become pressed firmly against my knees.  Angie gave me a shove so that I fell onto my side. "You may now get used to this situation. In approximately one hour I shall remove the bindings on your hands, if you haven't managed it yourself by then", Angie smirked. "Go on, get on with it, time is ticking away. If you manage to free yourself from the Kagselmusch on your own without me removing the scarf from your hands, you will be allowed to tie me up too, in any way you wish."
That was naturally a proposal. The revenge for what Angie had done to us would be sweet. I began to strain at the bonds and tried to remove the scarves which held my hands together. The more I strained, the heavier I began to sweat. I had to stop for a break more and more often, in order to recover.  Angie told me every couple of minutes that the hour would soon be over if I didn't hurry up.
As hard as I strained, struggled and pulled, the scarves on my wrists remained cursedly firm. And my neck didn't move a centimetre away from my knees. I was only thankful that Angie had not fitted me with a gag, so at least I could breathe reasonably well. The smell and taste of the wool around me became increasingly intense.
Just at the moment when I heard Angie say: "Five more minutes, then I will presumably have to help you" I felt the bonds loosen. A short time later my hands were free. However, my work was now just beginning.  I attempted at first to slip off the socks which had made my hands almost useless. Nothing doing. They were held too firmly under the sleeves of the many sweaters.
Therefore I began to work at the knot in the scarf which bound my neck so firmly against my knees. With considerable effort I managed to undo the knot and release the scarf. Wriggling out of the Kagselmusch pullover was easy after that. I lay there on my back and finally could stretch myself out.
With a somewhat excited voice I heard Angie say: "I hadn't thought it! That you really would manage to escape from the Kagselmusch. I would help you now, but nevertheless I shan't.  You must work it out on your own." With great effort I pulled off at first sweater after sweater, hood after hood and sock after sock from my hands, until slowly but surely it became light around me again. I kept the leggings and socks on, because I wanted to free Nena from the post as quickly as possible.
At first I removed the scarves on Nenas lower legs and ankles. Her legs fell backwards like sacks. Then I began to remove layer after layer of the wrappings from Nenas body. When all the scarves were removed, I untied her hands from the post so that she could stand up again. Nena had been fastened in this position for almost two hours, so walking felt rather difficult for her.
"As I see, you are both feeling rather good", said Angie. "If you like, you can take off the pullovers and leggings, or keep them on if you prefer." As Nenas freedom of movement was clearly very restricted, she elected to remove all but one sweater. We kept the leggings on, as they only impaired us very slightly. We enjoyed the freedom so very much, although we were still trapped in our catsuits. But it was clear to me that I had, at the very least, got used to the feeling by now and it no longer bothered me in the least. A change of situation before Monday morning was unthinkable anyway.
End of Chapter 7