Why Am I always Encased? Part 2. Seems my masked intruder is not yet finished with me yet. It is not enough he ties me up, covers me head to toe in tights and gags me; he thinks it would be fun to tease me now that he knows that I am ticklish. Talk about merciless treatment. Why does it seem every intruder that finds their way in always has a fetish or two and a partner in crime?