Nothing, just stay still

Linda isn’t done with you yet. Linda puts your arms behind your back and ties your wrists with another one pantyhose. How many did she use already? You try to count and lose track, when she adds another pantyhose-bond on your elbows…

Then it’s time for more dress-up. Another pantyhose goes on your head, but this time it’s bigger and more stretchy, so Linda manages to pull it down to your chest, and then even to your belly, covering your whole upper-body.

Shit, you are a pantyhose half-mummy now!

And as many other mummies, you’ll obviously be displayed. Soon the first visitors will come to this little museum of beauty and depravity…

Meantime, Linda looks inspired: she binds you again, this time under your tits, to make them even more remarkable. Oh, Mistress, you flatter me!

Another nylon bind goes around your knees. And the last one bounds your ankles. And it is tight, so you have to move your feet close…

That makes standing still much harder, and for a second you lose your balance… but quickly recover it.

You won’t fall before your Owner!

Linda makes a step back and observes you with a strange smile.

Not as an artist looking at his masterpiece sculpture. More of an arachne enjoying the view of the swaddled fly before eating it.

You shiver under this look and move your hands and legs a little, trying your binds. Of course, they are tight, and you state it with your muffled moan. Not because you don’t like this bondage, but conversely, because you do. And a bit more - because you hope Linda likes you that way too.

Linda looks like she appreciates your efforts to entertain her.

“Wanna me to add an extra layer, whore?”

She hasn’t called you that before. And if you moan “yes”, you’ll just confirm you are a whore.

And that would be absolutely correct.