This time however, he rolled onto his back, and I grabbed a couple of arms and pulled myself on up. I had long since lost my fear of his appearance, although I have to admit to being a little nervous about what I was about to let him do.

We had talked it over, and he could cover me with his webbing any way he liked, so long as he left my head free and clear. He would feel what ever I did, so I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Beyond that, I gave him permission to stimulate me however he wished, for the duration of one full night. That was quite a lot of freedom considering our last encounter. I told him that he might want to keep a slightly lighter pace, or I’d pass out from exhaustion.

I settled myself atop the Benthak’s under­belly, my thighs straddling the large round body of the creature like riding an elephant. His sex organ lay a few inches in front of my own, an occasional slick tendril reaching out to touch me sensuously along my inner thighs, or even higher, causing me to gasp in apprehension.

glanced back to see him lift his tail end up, the dark round bulbs of his spinners visible.

With a start, something very light struck my back and stuck. It felt a bit like cotton candy, only stretched out and nearly invisible. I could just make out more of the stuff flinging out to either side of me, where it was caught deftly by several of his spindly legs. If you’ve ever watched in fascination as a spider wraps up a meal, you have a bit of an idea of what was happening to me. Fine strands of micro-fiber filaments began to encircle my body. Halfe’s legs seemed a blur as he carefully guided each barely visible strand around my body in an instinctual rhythm. I watched in amazement as each one gently touched my skin and seemed to adhere where it landed. My arms were still at my sides, and I gently tested how the webs were affecting my movement. Not surprisingly, I could feel their resistance, but it was certainly not enough to hold me.

As I sat there, mesmerized by the circular motion of limbs, I gradually began to see the layer of webs grow thicker and thicker. No longer was it hard to see, in fact, it was beginning to look like a form fitting garment. Very form fitting… Every detail of my body underneath was visible in the thin white layer that surrounded my torso. So much so that I could clearly see the points of my nipples, aroused to pulsing hardness. The next time I tested my bonds, I was quite surprised to find that I could hardly move at all. Apparently, the strands were much softer and pliable when they first came out of the spinners. Now, it was hard to move more than a half inch in any direction, and Halfe was still spinning…

Adrenaline began to pump through my blood as I realized that I was now committed. There was little I could do to stop Halfe from having his way with me. I was fairly certain that he would stop if I truly showed fear, but this was now his show. I was helplessly in his grasp, and he knew it.

In little over ten minutes, my torso had been completely wrapped in a tight white cocoon. At that point, Halfe stopped and looked up at me.

“Still okay?” he asked with genuine concern.

I was touched. I was also quite aroused. “Doing fine. Nice and warm. This is actually quite comfortable,” I replied as I tried to struggle a bit. I really was bound up like a package.

Halfe gave the equivalent of a grin and reached several arms up to touch me. Slowly, he very gently stroked my torso with the tips of each limb. I soon found out that my tight fitting straight-jacket did very little to block any sensation from the outside. I was squirming with sweat in next to no-time as he sensuously tickled my upper body and back. He tuned his attention to my nipples and had me moaning with arousal. I was so caught up in the erotic touch bath, that I hardly noticed when he grasped my thighs and pulled me about a foot forward. I hardly noticed that is, until I suddenly found myself seated directly atop a wriggling mass of slippery tendrils that slithered around my hips and began to play with my womanhood in seductive and highly arousing ways. Pleasure blossomed up from my loins and I sucked in my breath. Then the tendrils slowed and stopped, and I moaned in frustration.