Over the last few weeks I've been a regular visitor to the WoolLayers site.  It's an exclusively German site, and my Deutsch is a little rusty (infact it's buried under 17 years of accumulated rust since I sat my exams at school), but the story being developed there is so wonderful and so well written that I have gained tremendous enjoyment reading it and discovering its hidden wonders as my understanding of German has re-awakened.
I have to say that my Deutsch is still not good, and my transation may be rather clumsy (possibly inaccurate) at times, but as a thankyou to the author I've taken the time to formally translate chapters 1 and 2 of the story so that those who have no understanding of German can have a taste of this superb tale of wool layering and bondage.
I don't know if or when I will have time to properly translate the other chapters  - the story keeps on growing and is currently up to chapter 12 (and long may it continue) but for now here is what I have.  It's already rather long, so you might want to save this post and read it off-line.
By the way, if I have made any major errors in translation which are spotted by better Deutsch speakers than I, please post corrections here so that we can all benefit.
The story comes with a health warning, which I have also translated from the original.  Enjoy.
Das Reich der Wolle (The World of Wool)
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 1: The Fashion Show
It was yet again one of those Saturdays in early summer when you can't work out how it can be one.  Clearly from the calendar it should have been quite warm, but outside it was rather bitterly cold and windy. We had no inclination for anything and just hung around at home, when the telephone pulled me out of my apathy. It was our friend Angie. She wanted to speak with my wife Nena.
Angie invited us to a "clothing evening". At first I couldn't strictly understand what that was, but Nena quickly enlightened me. "It's something similar to a tupperware evening or jewellery party, except that clothes are exhibited. Angie didn't say exactly what type of clothes would be shown there, " Nena explained. I really didn't care for it. The main thing was, it would impinge on our afternoon and evening. Angie added that we should wrap up warm, as a part of the presentation would take place in her garden.
After lunch we went on a good walk then prepared to go to Angie in the late afternoon. Nena wore jeans and a knit pullover with a cable pattern under her jacket. I had likewise chosen jeans and a roll-necked pullover, however I decided on a pullover with Norwegian pattern under my jacket.
When we arrived at Angie's we discovered that an illustrious party was already underway. It struck me at once that there was nobody who wasn't wearing some kind of woolly clothing. Maybe this meant that everyone was as frozen as we were.
Angie was a perfectionist. She had prepared everything superbly. Snacks and drinks were suited just as much to the party as the small occasional tables for small talk. Also a small catwalk had been built, where apparently the clothes would be exhibited. The occasional tables stood to the left and right of the catwalk. As Angie noticed us she came running quickly up to us and gave us a hearty hug and welcome. The show was about to start.
And I was pleasantly amazed, as the first models came forward from behind the curtain, which closed off the changing area. I had expected that the newest summer collections would be exhibited here. But I was way off mark. From the clothes on show it was based entirely on winterwear. Everything which can make the winter warm and comfortable was in the show, from thick mohair roll-necked pullovers through knitted leggings, knee-socks, tops, gloves and mittens through to hats, formidably long scarves and wool ponchos.
With a few of the models it struck me, that they were definitely not as ultra-slim as you might normally expect a model to be. On close reflection however, I noticed that these ladies wore quite a number of layers of woollen clothing over one another. And as the evening progressed, the 'broader' these models became.
When the show was over, the hostess began to speak. She told us, that the exhibited pieces were all hand-made and that additionally it was possible to look at the clothes more closely and also to try them on. For this, there were spacious booths at our disposal in the dressing area . We were asked not to rush, as it must be tidied up first.
After a short time it was eventually ready. The backstage area was opened. And I was in total amazement as we went behind the catwalk. The things exhibited during the show were merely a sample of what was here to see. Everywhere were stacks of cuddly woollens. The models stood dressed from head to toe in wool, ready to advise us.
Nena and I looked around us at first in total silence. We both knew from each other, how dressing in wool was so magical for us and often made a game of it, not to let the other know about everything woolly that we were wearing. Not until evening, when we went to bed, then often we would thoroughly wrap ourselves up even further.
So I had also not told Nena, that under the roll-necked pullover I wore yet another roll-necked pullover and a sweatshirt. Furthermore I had quite firmly wrapped up my upper body in long woollen scarves, and these wrappings had become slowly but surely rather uncomfortable. With Nena I could only imagine all the things which might be concealed under her cardigan in this way.
Angie went perpetually from guest to guest and encouraged us to try on something else. She added that there were sufficient pieces there for a "matching couples" look and that the models were open for all questions and would also help us to try anything on, if that were necessary.
Roughly at the beginning of the presentation I was struck by a couple who wore the same woollen ensemble. Pullover and leggings made of mohair which fit wonderfully snug to their bodies. I particularly spotted these two again now. I asked Nena if she wouldn't like to try on the pullover, as I could well imagine that she would look very chic in it.
We went to the stand, were greeted in a friendly manner and submitted our idea. The women asked us if we both would like to try on the complete ensemble. I wanted at first to back away, but allowed myself after some persuasion to go along. We were both handed our respective ensembles and politely withdrew into the dressing rooms. There were wardrobes erected in the booths, in which people could lay the clothes they had brought along. Angie really had thought of everything.
As the advisors at the stand had requested us to undress completely, I removed my clothes, unwrapped my upper body and stowed the things in the wardrobe. Nena and I had also been given a pair of thick diaper pants at the same time, which we were to put on instead of our underwear. It was healthier for the skin, we had been told. Although I couldn't quite understand that, I would have accepted any reason. While putting on the leggings I discovered that these also had feet, and so actually were mohair tights. But that didn't make it any more extreme, as I had at least saved myself the trouble of putting on socks.
I was even more surprised, when I slipped on the pullover. It had an approximately ten centimetre high thick stand-up collar and the arms had thick gloves on the ends. It seemed therefore to be a special design.
The pieces of clothing fit me very tight and snugly, as the wool was not only double-knit, but also threaded through with a rubber-thread. In particular the high stand-up collar clung firmly around my neck and pushed hard up under my chin.
I was just finished getting dressed, when Nena came into my dressing room. She looked fascinating. I gave her a compliment and received one back in return. She asked me, if I had already noticed what was special about the pullover and leggings. At first I didn't know what she meant. Then she started to do something to me and I noticed how the upper- and the lower pieces were bound together with a zipper. Although the mohair was quite scratchy on my naked skin, it was a very lovely feeling to wear these clothes.
We put on some shoes which had been provided, left the changing rooms and went back outside. There we discovered that almost every other partygoer had also been moved to try on things.
Angie had also started to dress herself in something else. She put on an angora catsuit with an integral hood which was open only in the face area, with contrasting gloves and socks. The suit was closed via a zipper in the back, and the neck area was a contrasting colour, so that her neck seemed unendingly long. She asked us if we were satisfied with the progress of the evening so far and indicated that the night would be a long one.
Angie escorted us to the stand where she had got her catsuit and asked us if we would like to try on something else. I said I would like to keep the ensemble on a bit longer and had no inclination to be always undressing. Angie had been waiting exactly for that. She said: "It will get very cold in the night. Simply wear the catsuit over the top". We let ourselves be persuaded.
As our hostess, Angie wanted to seek out two suits and help us to put them on. We let her have her way. First Angie disappeared with Nena into the dressing room. It took a long while. Then she came to me, without my seeing Nena beforehand.
We went into another dressing room and Angie asked me sneeringly if I was hungry or thirsty. I didn't quite understand the meaning of the question, but answered in the negative.
I took off the shoes and Angie passed me the catsuit. It had a zipper which reached from the hips to the top of the neckpiece, exactly like Angies suit. But it also had differences, which I had not as yet noticed and which were going to make life difficult.
For one, it was knitted from a mixture of  60 % angora and 40 % pure virgin wool and with a double thread, which therefore indicated that it would keep incredibly warm, for another it also had integral feet and gloves but no head piece.
In case I wanted to put the suit on like a work overall, Angie made me very aware of the fact that the zipper went at the back. So I stepped through the back opening into the legs and wanted to pull on the upper part immediately, but Angie stopped me. She indicated to me that she would like to help me now, so that I didn't make any mistakes.
She asked me to slip on the arms with the gloves attached, but  to still not pull on the body, which I also did. Angie stood behind me and rummaged around in a case which she had brought with her. She said: "Please don't be frightened now and simply let me work. Nena really liked the whole thing."
I felt how the separate head piece of the catsuit was pulled like a sack over my head. But it was different from the one on Angies suit. It was completely enclosed but for two holes for the eyes, had a long neckpiece and a shoulder section. The shoulder-piece was connected together under the arms, so that the headpiece was thoroughly fixed in place.
I began to protest, but Angie succeeded in calming me down. She helped me to slip totally into the body of  the outfit and pulled up the zipper. I had wanted to rush off, to have a look at Nena, but Angie slowed me down. She said she wasn't quite finished with me. There was something missing from the outfit, that she would now like to attach.
She asked me if for this she could be allowed to blindfold me. She also promised that she would tell me exactly what she had done. As I said nothing, she interpreted this as consent and blindfolded me with a woollen scarf.
I sensed how she did something at first to my wrists, then to my ankles and finally to my neck. As I was already wearing two thick layers of wool, I couldn't tell exactly what had taken place there.
A short time later she removed the blindfold and asked me if I felt comfortable. She had such a mischievous expression, that I couldn't produce an answer. Angie asked me to wait for a short while, she would go and get Nena. Then she wouldn't have to explain twice what she had done with us.
As Nena walked in we must both have realised that the two of us looked exactly the same, but for the one difference that I lacked breasts. I also saw that on the headpiece of Nenas catsuit in the area of her mouth and ears there were appropriate zippers, but they were each sealed from unauthorised opening by a small padlock. Angie began to recount what she had done.
She told us that the suit was double-layered at the wrists, ankles and neck, and that between the two layers at hands and feet she had inserted through a slit an approximately five centimetre wide leather cuff. Between the two layers at the neck a seven centimetre wide collar had been introduced. However these security bands didn't have a padlock, like the zippers in the head piece, but had clicked firmly into place and could only be released again with the appropriate key. She added that we should not think of  wanting to remove the cuffs and collar by force. "They are made with high-grade steel webbing that can withstand absolutely any kind of physical force", Angie explained.
At first Nenas and my blood stopped in our veins. But we had willingly let ourselves be put in this situation. Angie allowed us just a glance through the slits in the wrists of our catsuits, so that we could satisfy ourselves that the cuffs were fixed securely, before she also closed zippers there and additionally locked these secure with padlocks.
With this it was no longer possible for Nena and I to undress without outside help. We asked Angie, who had the key for our catsuits. Angie's only reply was that we had only just got dressed and shouldn't think any more about undressing.
We did not feel good about this. We obviously couldn't mingle with the rest of the party guests in our outfits. What would everybody think?  Angie reassured us. "The other guests consider such outfits completely normal and wouldn't be in the least taken aback."
Nena and I really didn't know how this had happened to us. Though we had a particular fondness for woollen clothing we had never before thought that we would be at any time completely locked in wool.
I also sensed that now the wool was slowly but surely beginning to do its work. Our outfits fit very snugly to our bodies and primarily the outer layer, through its high angora content, provided a very agreeable warmth.  The inner layer which lay directly against my skin made its presence felt through a light scratching and itching. Angie had arranged it skilfully.
I pulled my tight shoes back on and wanted to rush off with Nena, but Angie slowed us down.  She said that we really did look a pair and this was something one could really demonstrate. It is so beautiful, when two people get on well with each other.  We naturally agreed.
Angie asked us to stand next to each other and to hold hands, like we were on an kindergarten outing.  We stood next to another and reached for each other's hand. Nena stood to the right of me. Thanks to the fingered woolly gloves our fingers were able to link intimately together.  Angie delved in the case behind our backs again. She spoke more calming words and before we knew it our arms were bound together at the wrists and elbows with short woollen scarves.
"Now everyone can see that you form a pair" said Angie. "But I'm not quite finished yet". She pulled another four thick woolly knee-socks over our tied up arms, so that our hands were fixed in a fist shape and our forearms were very firmly pressed against each other.
Now we were finally allowed to leave the dressing room and were pleasantly amazed when we saw the other party guests. Almost all were in some way wrapped up and masked or at least dressed very thickly. The rest of the evening proceeded without Angie bothering us in some way. Nena and I were now bound together and we enjoyed ourselves immensely with that. Only the fact that we couldn't have any more to eat and drink, thanks to our locked mouthpieces, prevented us from feeling especially good. Therefore we asked our hostess to at least open the zipper to our mouths so that we could have something to drink, as we were sweating tremendously in our outfits. It seemed that Angie could sympathise with us as she opened the locks to our mouths, with the proviso that we have no more to eat.
Shortly after midnight the first guests went home. We also thought, that we could slowly but surely make our way home.
We went to Angie and requested that she help us to get undressed. We had now amply tasted the pleasures of tightly fitting woollen clothing.
I noticed that again Angie had developed this mischievous grin. She said that there was a problem with the keys for our wrist and ankle cuffs and our collars. That morning she had put the keys in a small, self-addressed packet and put it in the post. So the keys would not be available until Monday at the earliest.
Now it was clear to me why I had to put on the thick diapers before I slipped into the first pair of leggings. I grabbed Nena on the backside and discovered that she also wore a similar diaper.
We were both speechless. We really hadn't thought of this when we were making our way to a fashion show. The idea of staying in these outfits until Monday made me break out into a sweat.  And the more I perspired, the more the mohair scratched and itched on my body.  It was exactly the same for Nena. It was a vicious circle.
Once we had pulled ourselves together, Angie suggested that we had two options. "Either you go home as you are and come back on Monday to be freed, or you stay as my guests until Monday." Taking into consideration the fact that I had no desire to go out into the community in this outfit, I took the invitation with thanks. Nena did likewise.
The rest of the guests had in the meantime left, only a few helpers for our hostess remained. Angie sent all but two home. These two were dressed in similar outfits to ours and Angie introduced them to us by the names Cora and Sheila.
We all sat huddled together on one of the tables and Angie began to explain. It was not the first time that she had arranged such a party. Also, over the long years of our acquaintance, she had often studied us closely and from this ascertained that we had a special relationship with woollen clothing. From this the idea had come to her, to fully introduce us into the World of Wool. And today we were standing at the entrance to the World of Wool.
She asked us if we felt good about that. As we had come to terms with our situation and there was no longer a way out until Monday, we said yes to the question. Angies assistants sat silently and didn't move.
Angie told us also that over the weekend she had a few more things planned for us and would like to request that we take part in them. She stressed that everything would be done on the basis of free will and we were guaranteed to come to no harm. Also she promised us an additional payment in kind, if we would be at her disposal. She wanted to take some pictures of  us and also record a video. She laughed, when we wanted assurances that our faces would not be visible. "You'll be wrapped up at least until Monday", she smirked. So we agreed. There wasn't much else we could do unless Sunday was to be totally boring.

Chapter 2: The first night
As in the meantime it had become very late, Angie proposed that we go to bed. She wanted to show us to our room and then retire. Her two assistants would help us and would be available at all times. We went into the house and then one storey down into the cellar. Angie explained to us that she had moved her guest wing into the cellar, as it had its own entrance and therefore long-term visitors could come and go as they pleased.
At the end of a long corridor Angie opened a door and switched on a light in the bedroom. Nena was worried that Angie would lock us in this room. Angie merely answered that it was not essential.
Against one of the side walls stood a wide double bed that was covered by a very fleecy midnight blue blanket. The pillow cases were also made of the same material. On two walls were floor-to-ceiling fitted wardrobes , the wall opposite the bed was empty.
Before Angie left she said to us that with immediate effect we were forbidden to speak, zipped up our mouth zippers and padlocked them shut. We were to place full trust in our helpers, who would now prepare us for the night. She left the room and let the door close softly behind her.
We stood in the middle of the room. Cora, who was somewhat smaller than Sheila, came up to us and began to remove the wooly socks that held our arms so firmly together, and to untie the scarves with which we were bound. It was a glorious feeling to be able to move the fingers of my right hand again. It was exactly the same for Nena with her left hand. We were about to make our way into bed, when Cora indicated that we should wait.  In doing so she didn't speak a word.
She then escorted us into a side cupboard. Sheila also entered at the same time. Upon a bureau there lay heaps and heaps of woolens, neatly and tidily sorted. As Cora passed us both a pair of thick woolen tights to put on, Nena started to protest. She said that they were a little too much for her own good and refused to put them on. At that moment Angie entered the cupboard with an angry demeanour. "I expressly forbade you from speaking. Why can't you follow Cora und Sheila's example? I will definitely have to make sure that this does not happen again."
Nena and I didn't speak a word. We pulled on the wooly tights without any further resistance. Then came knee-socks and a thick wooly pullover with a high roll-neck, and then over these another layer exactly the same. Our ability to move was now rather restricted and we were becoming warmer and warmer.
However Angie wasn't satisfied. "So that you don't have any silly ideas, my helpers must wrap you up some more", she said.  Sheila brought both of us a pair of woolen gloves with long cuffs, that we could only put on with difficulty. "You don't need hands, when you want to sleep", Angie pointed out. Cora came with a thick cord, one end of which which she had tied into a loop. She slipped the loop over the thumb of my right hand and pulled it tight. Then I had to make a fist, with the thumb inside, and Cora began to wrap the approximately two-meter long thin cord around my hand. Soon after, my left hand was also bound in this way. Sheila meanwhile had wrapped up Nenas hands in the same fashion. In order to enclose and secure the cords, we had another pair of knee socks pulled over our forearms. Our hands were now absolutely useless.
Now there were only two pullovers left lying on the bureau.  I was glad, that things were eventually coming to an end and we would be able to go to bed. The two assistants pulled the sweaters over our heads. And it didn't bother me, that the sweater had such long arms that my hands did not reach the ends, as they were useless anyway. The material was different from the rest of the clothes that we had on so far. Somehow much heavier and more robust. And I should have realised why. Cora and Sheila stood in front of me, simultaneously grabbed a sleeve, crossed my arms across my chest and knotted the sleeve ends together behind my back. I had been put into a woolen straightjacket. Nena was submitted to the same treatment
"So. Now you are completely ready to go to bed", commented Angie, who had observed the whole process meticulously. We shall go back into the bedroom. Angie pulled out a key, released the locks to our mouths and pullled the zippers open. "I shall grant you one thing", she said. "As I know that you will perspire greatly tonight, which incidentally is very healthy, you are allowed a large drink. Drink as much as you want to and can" Cora pressed a large glass of apple spritzer to my lips, which I drank competely empty.
Then we were taken to bed and lay down in the fleecy blanket. Nena lay to the right of me. The head of the bed was somewhat raised so that we had a clear view of the opposite wall.
"Wrap them up fully once more, so that they don't catch cold", ordered Angie with a regal tone. Cora and Sheila set to work on us again. They fastened our legs together with woolen scarves at the ankles, and above and below the knees, which held them rigid. Our ability to move was becoming more and more reduced. Then they dragged heavy, tight wooly sleeping bags onto the bed and we were squeezed into them. We looked like two mummies. The sleeping bags had exactly the same pure wool content as our hoods, and the only thing we were left with was our sight and the possiblilty of speech. Otherwise we were wrapped up to the extent that we were utterly immobile.
"I'll say goodnight then", bade Angie and began to leave the bedroom again, but she appeared to have overlooked something. With the words "I had quite forgotten to gag your pert mouths", she stepped up to the bed and pulled a large grey Norwegian wool sock from the nightstand. She rolled it up, pulled the mouth opening of my hood wide open and stuffed the scratchy sock into my mouth. The zipper was pulled shut and the gag secured against unauthorised removal by a red woolen scarf wrapped around my head.
At first I was overcome with panic, but I noticed very quickly that, whilst more difficult than before, it was very possible to breathe through the gag. Additionally there was also my nose. Nena must have been subject to the same process and events.
"By the way", Angie said. "I have a great deal of experience at this. I'm used to it. Why do you think Sheila und Cora are so silent. They have already been gagged in the same way all day, in fact since yesterday morning, and are going to stay that way too. And as you can see it feels magnificent".
"Now I'm also going to bed", our hostess said. "Savour the peace of the night. You don't know what is still to happen to you. Now you can watch how Cora and Sheila prepare themselves for the night. With a little practice perhaps you will also do this to yourselves.  Good night."
Translation ends.