Why Am I always Encased? Part 1. Now this is strange, I awake encased in white tights on my arms and legs, bound and rag in my mouth. I do not even remember how I ended up like this and in my own spare room. And who is this guy in the stocking mask? He fills me in that my new fan sent him over to make sure I complete his request. He finishes me off with some more rope, more encasement, and a ball in my mouth and topped off with a nylon hood.