A series of short stories.

FEET FIRST

Let’s begin at the beginning, with a story about how I fell feet first into the fetish world. You could call it accidental, but I like to say it was meant to be. xxx

Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or, when the times get tough, the tough get going. Often this means resorting to scouring the job postings on craigslist. My work as a professional makeup artist had slowed down along with the economy. In addition, a recent traumatic break-up had left me reeling, and doing way too much retail therapy. The combination had decimated my small savings, and I knew I had to be proactive in generating additional cash flow. I’ve always considered myself to be a very resourceful person, but these days it was getting tougher on everyone, and all I could find online seemed to be jobs paying barely over minimum wage, which given the cost of gas in LA, and the driving time, hardly seemed worth it.

As I continued skimming through the postings in the “creatives” job section, I paused out of curiosity at a post seeking “live action models” for foot parties. Yes, foot parties. I thought, well, I have decent feet. I mean, I do love a good pedicure and, some might say I have a shoe fetish but really, what woman doesn’t love shoes! I read the post again. Must submit photos of feet to be considered for LA private parties. I did a bit more online research, and thought, nothing to lose. Foot worshiping parties, interesting, and it sounded relatively harmless. I grabbed my iphone and got to work taking some pretty feet pics. I love photography, and feet do photograph well if you just use a bit of imagination! I posed them, pointing my toes in one, flexing the arch in another. I have a high arch and slender smooth feet. Long story short, I was accepted as a foot model, and that’s how I fell feet first into the foot fetish world.

It wasn’t long before I got an invite to my first foot worshipping party in LA. I accepted, of course! As the date approached, I received an email suggesting to utilize social media prior to the party, to generate clientele. I quickly set up an instagram with a “stage name”, and began uploading sexy feet pics. Shockingly, I started getting followers and compliments immediately. I thought the flurry of activity was just random, but no, it escalated. Of course the instant gratification factor got the best of me, and I elevated the quality of my images. As I said, I love taking photos, and I quickly developed a vibe to my page that reflected my own sensibilities. The likes kept coming, and I took note that the majority of the comments were respectful, and some even worshipful. This was becoming addictive. I would wake up in the middle of the night to check my stats and read comments. Occasionally, I would respond to comments, but mostly just read through them. Most were simple things, like “love those arches”, or “love your feet”, but a few some were more risque.  It was fascinating to me and intriguing. A whole new world to explore.

Needless to say, the followers kept following, and I kept posting. As the first foot party approached, I wondered, would any of these followers attend? The week before the party, I did my pedicure myself, due to budget concerns, and got my outfit together. I paired a lingerie set with a vivid silk robe. As suggested, I packed up a case with alternate shoes, stilettos, sandals, boots, and even a pair of flip flops. Something for everyone. I did my makeup and hair, dark and vampy, enough to feel under cover. I packed everything neatly in a bag, along with a lock for the dressing room, and headed out into the night.

As long as I’ve lived in LA, I have never been to the industrial area where the club was located. As I got closer, the streets got darker, and the buildings more ominous. I saw nobody around and I started to get nervous. But, after all of the effort I had put into this so far, there was no turning back. I pressed on. After parking across the street from the address, I headed over to the gate, where a security guard stood in the shadows. The man at the gate pointed to the door without saying a word. The walkway was dark, but as I pushed open the door, I entered a well-lit hallway which led to a reception desk. At the desk, I had to give my “stage name”, and then I was allowed to enter into the main area. Apparently, this place is normally a swingers club, but the foot party people subleased on occasion.

The main room looked like a dance hall. A large, dismally lit room, with a few girls, standing around, looking awkward. Across the room, a couple of men stood by the wall, observing the girls. I walked into the ladies room and put my stuff in the locker. I decided to just go with one pair of shoes, and keep it simple. I chose the tan platform stillettos. At 20 bucks, these were my best investment! Cheap, but, ok to walk in, they looked much better in low light. The other girls in the lockerroom ranged from a famous dominatrix, in all of her black spandex glory, big, tall curvy with jet black bob and fangs. The fangs, I think were actually natural. She had fascinating brows, and as a makeup artist, I’m sure I was staring too hard, but I was mesmerized.

I stepped out of the dressing room, adjusting my robe tightly around my waist. My hair was over one eye, and I walked slowly over towards where the men were standing. I was aware of my steps and the positioning of my feet. I paused far enough away so that they could stare at my precious toes. Get a look at the goods, so to speak. Honestly, at this point I still had no idea what would happen next, but I had read the fine print in the party invite, and it had claimed that absolutely no sexual activities were permitted at these parties, so I felt safe.

Looking around, I noticed a young handsome man sipping on a drink, alone at a table. I walked up to him. He had curly dark hair, a nice build and gorgeous green eyes. He was well dressed. I told him it was my first time at a party, and he said it was his first as well. He asked me if I wanted to “session”, and of course I said yes. I mean, he was fine as hell, so how could I decline. And, I was gonna get paid for this? Yes. Score.

He held my hand and we walked down a hallway, lined with doors into rooms. The sound of conversation drifted from some rooms, and moans from others. I glanced in to see men, kneeling in front of women, rubbing their feet. Some women had their feet on the men’s faces. And, there was one room with a lot of beds in it, which is the one that my first client led me into. In that room, all of the beds were occupied, except for a sofa, which we took. Since the sessions were in 10 minute increments, I set my cell phone alarm first. Then, I laid back, as he sat at my feet. He gently removed my shoes, slowly unbuckling each one, then slid them off my foot in a very sensual way, one at a time. The entire time, I just watched his face. He was absolutely beautiful, this Adonis. I felt at ease, since he was young and so respectful. Once both of my feet were bared, he lifted them to his face and placed them over his eyes. He stayed like that for a few moments, inhaling the scent as though it was a perfume. He pressed them into his face harder. I was kind of shell shocked, since I had never experienced this before. Oh, did I tell you, I am a “mature” woman. I mean, I am not 20 anymore….I won’t divulge, but trust me, this is not something I would expect to be doing at this point in my life. But, hey, who wouldn’t want a hot guy massaging their feet?

Then he started to suck on my toes. I’m not too ticklish but at first, I was kind of worried and thought about the fresh toenail polish, and how it must taste. He seemed not to mind, and he started to suck on all of my toes at the same time. I looked at him and he stared into my eyes as he hungrily sucked on my toes. It was a little bit odd to me, but I thought, I’m here, just go with it. Soon the timer went off. He cleaned my feet with the wipes and sanitizer provided by the club, then he asked me if he could put my shoes back on, and carefully did so. He paid me my fee, which I put in my purse, and we walked out. He told me he loved it! I told him it was fun, and we went back to the “dance hall”. Now there were a few more customers and a few more “girls”. He drifted away as I scanned the room. Now, I saw a short man drinking a coke. He smiled and I guessed that was my cue to move in for the kill. I stepped to him and he asked me would I like to “session”. Again, I said yes. And, it continued like this for the evening. All of the clients were so respectful and full of compliments. Most of them paid me before the session even started. All in all, it was a very positive experience. A win win for all involved. I left with the cash I needed to pay some bills, and better than that, an introduction into the foot fetish world. 

“Lose your mind and come to your senses.”
― Fritz Perls

HOSIERY ENCOUNTER

I met him at one of the foot fetish events. A tall sandy haired stranger with amber eyes, he stood at a pub table sipping on a glass of Pinot Noir. Dressed impeccably in an Italian suit and beautiful shoes, in any other setting, I would have been intimidated by this man. His intense stare was magnetic, and I went over to him. Usually at these events, the clients would be subdued and shy. He offered me a glass of wine and told me he had something in his backpack to show me. Curious, I watched as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a few packages of brand new nylon pantyhose. He told me he wanted me to go put a pair on before our “session”. He asked if this was something I would like to do. I went with my gut and said ok. In the locker room, I carefully opened the plastic seal, and sat on the edge of a bench. I was wearing a black pleated skirt with pumps that night, paired with a button down white blouse. Carefully, I slid my hand into the pantyhose, gently not to cause any damage to the delicate nylon. I pointed my toes and slipped my toe inside, then carefully pulled the pantyhose up. Once they were on, I smoothed them carefully and let the skirt fall over them. Heading back to his table, I glanced down and could see the sheen reflecting off of my legs, and apparently so could he. He smiled like a Cheshire Cat. My nerves were starting to tingle and I wasn’t sure if this was instinct kicking in or just excitement. I sat on the stool next to him and immediately, he reached over and slid his hand up my skirt, slowly caressing my thighs. He smiled again and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Are you ready to do our session?” I picked up my glass, refilled it with more wine, and after a big sip, I told him I was ready. 

We headed down the dark corridors, passing quite a few clients along the way. Laughter and conversation drifted by, but I heard nothing as I felt the wine start to take effect. 

He pulled aside a curtain and asked me to sit in the chair in the corner. I sat down and felt oddly relaxed. He sat at my feet and began to massage my legs and moan. He then stood up, and told me that he wanted to feel the nylons on his legs, and would it be ok if he took his pants off. Normally, I would have left at that moment, but he had my under some sort of trance or so it seemed. The timer had already gone off and I just set it again and agreed that I would rub my legs on his legs but nothing else. He took his pants off and carefully laid them over back of another chair. Then he walked to the mattress on the floor in the middle of the room and sat on the edge. I stood up and walked over so that I was in front of him. He ran his hands up and down my nylon legs. I kicked off the heels and leaned over to push him back onto the bed. Then I stepped up so that I was standing over him. He had a slight view up my skirt, but it was so dim in the room, he probably could not see much. Also, he was so entranced by the nylons, he didn’t seem to focus on anything else. I started to tease his legs with my nylon encased feet, running them up and down his calves, and then sliding my foot further up his thigh, until it was on his upper inner thigh. He moaned with pleasure and told me to keep going. I pushed his shirt up with my silky foot and slid it up and down his chest. Up and down and up and down until it just grazed his briefs, where the head of his hard cock was struggling to get out. I pressed on the head of his cock through the briefs and told him how much he liked it. He was groaning with pleasure now. I stood with both legs on either side of his torso and then grabbed the bar above the bed and lifted myself so just my silky nylon toes were caressing his torso, up and down and then sliding along his legs. I touched his lips with my toes and told him to suck. He complied. With my other foot, I teased his hard cock through the briefs until he told me to stop but I kept going. I only paused for a brief moment, in which I slipped the pantyhose off, and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “Do you want to try them on?” He let out a gasp and shook with pleasure. Before I had the chance to take it further, he had already climaxed. 

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THE POWER PLAY

I sat at the cafe waiting. Crossing my legs carefully to expose just enough of the nylon. I had the contract ready for his signature to seal the deal. I enjoyed a cafe au lait while waiting. The waiter poured a couple of glasses of sparkling water. He adjusted the umbrella when I requested more shade. I hate the sun. Through my darkly tinted shades, I perused the other customers while waiting for M. There were a few single ladies as well as myself, and I smiled, wondering if he would mistake one of them for me. The one with the sexy suit and stilettos could definitely fool him. I waited patiently, savoring my coffee. 

A sudden breeze lifted a cocktail napkin off of the bistro table and it drifted upward, momentarily pausing in the air. I twisted to reach for it, and at the moment I caught the napkin in midair, he appeared. Strikingly handsome, tall, and well-built, he was wearing a very fine soft gray suit with a lavender patterned tie and pocket square. He was so well put together, it was slightly off-putting, even for someone so fashion-obsessed as myself. His beard had grown in, and he wore it closely shaved. Through amber aviator sunglasses, his eyes were intense. I felt something akin to excitement as he said hello in a deep voice. He gently took the napkin from my trembling hand, and adjusted my chair before taking a seat across the table. 

The waiter came and asked him what he would like. He ordered a glass of Prosecco and offered me one as well. It was almost noon, and the waiter brought us some fresh fruit. Without saying much I held up my glass to his and paused, then said, “To our future encounter. May it be mutually beneficial.” He clinked my glass and paused. Then before taking a sip, he said, “Oh, it will be, believe me. ” 

I passed him the envelope with the contract and told him he could send this back to me by the end of the week. It had an address pre-printed on it with my post box number. He opened it and briefly perused the pages, before slipping it back into the envelope with a sly smile, “We don’t really need this, do we?”  As he put it into his briefcase, I smiled, then told him, “We don’t, but you do. ” 

We made small talk, about the city, and various superficial things. He talked the most. I listened. I asked him how long he had been working at this firm, and he filled me in. I inquired about his social life, what he liked to do for fun and so on. Somewhat like a first date. It’s a “meet and greet”, get to know a few crucial details. Pay attention for red flags and all of those little yet important things. I even asked if he had pets, and he told me his wife owned 2 miniature Pinschers and he had a siamese cat of his own. We joked about them getting along, as he ordered more Prosecco. My head felt light and I needed to eat more, so we shared a plate of bruschetta along with some imported cheeses and olives, rustic Italian bread and delicious olive oil. He was very sharp and witty, and before I knew it, the cafe was done serving lunch and it was time for him to get back to the office. I slid my nylon leg up his trouser leg and pressed against his bare skin. “Just a reminder of why you are here, and what’s to come.” He paused and took a deep breath. “You get me. I can’t wait for our session. I’ll book the room at the Regency for next Wednesday. Can you meet me there at 6 pm?” I checked my schedule and marked it down. “Can’t wait.” I pressed my leg and slid it up higher. Then I let my shoe slip off and put my nylon foot on his lap under the table, massaging his hard cock with the arch of my foot. He flushed and put his hand on my foot to stop me. “Oh, you are driving me crazy! I need to go. I’ll message you this weekend to confirm.” I smiled at him. I knew he was mine. 

WAITING GAME

Finally, the night had arrived. The hotel suite had been reserved, and everything was going to plan. I had arranged with my trainer, Anton, to take me there and wait in the lobby. Anton is not only my personal fitness trainer, but also my bodyguard. An ex Navy Seal, he is the most reliable individual in my life. Not only is he incredibly fit and knowledgeable about health and nutrition, but he is also a highly skilled sharp shooter and an intimidating protector. I take him everywhere, sometimes he is visible, other times he remains under the radar, yet he is present with me at all times. We use quite a few high tech tracking devices and we have multiple code systems in place. Anton gives me a sense of calm, and security. In addition, we have an intimacy beyond compare, but that is for the another series. 

Anton picked me up in the black fully loaded Escalade at 5 pm. I knew we would hit traffic, but I wanted to get there early enough to get situated, have a cocktail and wait on my prey in the lobby. We had already made a plan and I felt confident that he could remain in the lobby discreetly, while I waited in the lobby. Once there, I checked in, and ordered a martini at the bar. Vodka straight up with olives. I was wearing my lucky red dress. The one with the slit up the front of the right leg and a high neck and long sleeves. I believe that showing less can be so much more. Of course I had on a pair of nylon pantyhose with a sexy tan shimmer. I sat down and crossed my legs, the dress falling to reveal them, and my stiletto patent red pointed pumps shining in the glittering light of the hotel lobby chandeliers. I let one shoe dangle casually, subtle perusing the room to take note of the men who couldn’t help but stare. I always see them. I see everything. To do my job, you need to be a master of observation, and a keen listener. Before I finished my martini, the waiter was at my side, awkwardly trying not to look at my exposed nylon encased legs and heels. I winked at him just to make him nervous and he stuttered a moment, before asking if I would like another martini. I declined, as I need to keep sharp at all times. One drink cuts the edge, but two dulls the senses, and I cannot have that. He refilled my glass with sparkling water and nervously whisked away the empty glass. I made eye contact with an older gentleman who was sitting adjacent in a club chair with a woman. Perhaps a date, or maybe something other. He couldn’t control himself as I smoothed my nylons with my well-manicured hand in a studied and sensual way. I could practically see him salivating. Since it was still early, I notified Anton that I needed to go to the ladies room and left the menu on my seat to get up. As I passed by the couple across from me, I discreetly dropped my card at the man’s feet, and smiled as I crossed the lobby. Life is a game, and I’m playing to win. In the restroom, I checked my hair and makeup and made sure that everything was flawless. Reapplying my favorite red lipstick, I made a mental ‘note to self’ that I really needed to go shopping for some new makeup and lingerie soon. It had been over a month, and generally, I like to refresh my look frequently. I smoothed my dress, and looked at my curves in the mirror. Irresistible. I know how to create the most alluring illusions. As I slowly walked back towards my chair and table, I could feel a stare, and turned to see the older man gazing at me fondly. He would be mine. He didn’t even see it coming. As I returned to the plush velvet lounge chair, I glanced around and then I saw him. M was coming over towards me, holding a large bouquet of long stemmed red roses. How did he know? Red is my favorite color, and they matched my dress perfectly. I took the bouquet gently and we greeted each other with gentle kiss on each cheek before sitting across from one another. The waiter was there within seconds and before he could ask, M ordered a bottle of Dom for us. The waiter took the flowers to be put into a vase and taken to our suite. My heart raced as M reached over to touch my leg, and slid his hand up my thigh, pressing firmly while staring into my eyes. As if on queue, the lobby lights dimmed, and soft sexy music began to play in the background. He told me to come sit next to him on his lounge chair, and in a trance, I moved over to be near to him. His cologne was subtle, yet intoxicating. Next to M, I felt my body flush with heat and a chill at the same time. He slid his arm around me and pulled me close, as he whispered in my ear “You have no idea how much I want you.” Then he began to kiss my neck slowly with his soft lips, and slide his tongue up and down as his hand moved further up my thigh under the dress.

SUITE SESSIONS

I felt myself falling for M’s seduction. While he moved his strong hands slowly up and down my side, and then to my lower back, I pressed my body against his. I looked over his shoulder to check for Anton. Immediately I noticed him sitting alone at the bar, turned around so he could see me. He gave me a knowing smile and one of our signals. I exhaled a sigh of relief. Just seeing Anton close by puts things back into perspective in an instant.

Just then, M paused, and reached down to his leather backpack. He told me that he had brought many goodies for us to play with, as he unzipped the top of the bag. I peered in and saw multiple packages of imported French and Italian nylon pantyhose. Most looked to be various skintones, but there were a couple of black pairs as well. I smiled, and told him I couldn’t wait to get started with our session. I also had a bag with me. My ubiquitous large black Gucci tote. Inside the bag, I had brought along my favorite black long silk robe, sky high black patent leather stilettos with the platform and peep-toe, as well as a sheer full body stocking. I had my blindfolds, manacles, silk ties, a box of special toys ordered special just for M, and of course a lot of sensual oils and things to make it all go smoothly, so to speak. I reached over to his lap, and brushed my hand lightly across, feeling his hard cock through the fine fabric. I leaned in and whispered in his ear, “Let’s go upstairs, you’re ready.” 

We got up and I turned briefly to see Anton one last time, then we walked across the marble tiled lobby towards the bronze elevator bank. I held onto M’s strong arm, navigating the slippery floor in my 6″ stilettos. He slipped his arm around my waist. Another couple was waiting for the elevator as well. They were quietly speaking in Swedish. The tall blonde young man was holding the hand of his girlfriend, a gorgeous young woman with cropped jet black hair and a honey complexion. She couldn’t keep her eyes off M the whole time. I felt a tinge of jealously for a micro-second, before checking myself. I needed to keep my mind right. This was a job, not a date! The elevator arrived after what felt like an eternity. M checked his phone, audibly sighing, before putting it away. The other couple started to make out as soon as they stepped inside. The girlfriend leaned against the back of the elevator, while her man kissed her and pulled up her dress, revealing that she was naked underneath. The entire time, she was staring at M. I watched her slide her hand between her legs as she began to moan. That’s the kind of power M had. Enigmatic. He stared back at her and watched as she rubbed her clit and spread her legs, with her lips parted in a sigh. Her pussy glistened as she came, right when the elevator door opened to our floor. We exited, me in front of M. He turned back briefly, and I heard her let out an excited giggle before the elevator shut behind us. I felt in my purse for my tracker and held it in my hand for comfort. I knew Anton was just the push of a button away if this got to be too much. 

We reached Suite 710, at the end of the hallway. M opened the door into the room, and switched on the light. A plush luxurious lounge awaited us, with soft velvet furniture and a pristine white carpet The view of the city glittered through the floor to ceiling windows. A bar stood in the corner and the bedroom was to the left. As soon as the door shut, M grabbed me around the waist and slid his hands down, pulled up my dress, and lifted me up to carry me to the counter of the bar. He intoxicated me as I felt his lips touch mine, even as I knew this was so wrong. He rubbed my nylon legs and groaned with pleasure. He reached up to slide the panty hose down around my upper thighs, so my bare ass was pressed on the counter. I felt myself getting wet as his finger slid inside and he told me he wanted me more than he had ever wanted anyone. I had to get it together and regain my control!

THE MOMENT

I let out an involuntary sigh and felt myself giving in to the passion and my intense attraction to M. Just at the moment when I was about to let my steel guard collapse, his phone rang with a sense of urgency. He abruptly stopped and told me it was an urgent call that he needed to take. As he walked towards the bathroom to take the call, I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror. Flushed and disheveled, I quickly composed myself, and walked over to the sofa. I absolutely needed to get back on track. Opening my totebag, I reached in for the handcuffs. Slick and black, they had a real gold key, which I would frequently put around my client’s neck on a short chain. Smoothing my hair, I took out a Chanel compact to check my makeup and reapply the lipstick that M had kissed away. As M came out of the bathroom, I stood up and dangled the handcuffs in the air, flashing him a sinister smile. I followed up with a serious and stern tone, and commanded him to ‘Get naked now!” M slowly removed his jacket, and shirt, revealing a toned torso which glistened with slight perspiration. “Take everything off!” He slowly removed his trousers, and I could see his cock springing up as the head peeped out from the top of his briefs. I kept my cool and walked past him into the bedroom. There stood a massive four posted bed. I playfully pushed him down, then told him to, “Spread!” He obliged with a nervous looking smile. I grabbed his wrist and cuffed one to the post, and walked around the bed slowly to tease him, before cuffing the other. Then I took out the scarves from my bag and proceeded to tie each of his ankles so that he was tied tightly, and could not move much. I walked slowly over to him and leaned down to whisper in his ear, “what color nylons are your favorite?” He moaned and told me he liked the 40 denier deep tan shiny ones the best. Keeping my eyes on his, I slowly unzipped the side of my dress, and let it fall to the floor. I stood there in my lace bra and thong with the pantyhose he had tried to remove earlier. I slowly tugged them down and turned around to lean over, so he had a view of my perfect ass as I wiggled out of the nylons, slipping my heels off, then putting them back on. I was just in my heels, thong and bra. I dimmed the lights and told him he was in for a treat. I climbed up on the bed and took the worn panty hose, and teased his body slowly with them. He shivered and shook with anticipation. Slowly and teasing him with the nylon, I gently wrapped it around his firm cock, and slid it up and down until it was snug and close to his balls. He moaned. I got up and left him like that as I walked over to his bag and pulled out the goodies he had brought. I opened a pair of the shiniest pantyhose, and as I stood in the doorway, I did a reverse striptease, slowly putting the pantyhose on, one foot at a time, then gradually pulling them up, as I turned so he could see my ass as I fit it inside and then I stood there, running my hands up and down my legs. I stepped back into my heels and walked slowly over to the bed, where I climbed up and straddled him. He tried to thrust with urgency as I caressed his tied up cock with my nylon pussy. I moved up and down and up and down his torso until I landed my pussy on his face and started to ride his lips and nose slowly at first and then harder and harder until I felt like I might cum. I was so turned on, but I needed to keep my cool, so I paused and got off of him to stand right next to the bed. I removed the pantyhose, and held them to his face, making him inhale my scent on the damp nylon. I then stuffed them in his mouth and told him that this was just the beginning….

NOCTURNAL NYLONS

I leaned over M as he squirmed on the bed. I let my hair brush his face, knowing how torturous it was for him to be tied up and only allowed to see my sexy body and inhale my raw scent. This is the part I enjoy the most. The tease as it escalates slowly. Controlling when and how he climaxes.

I reached for his bag, and pulled out two packages of pantyhose and slowly opened them as he watched with glistening sharp eyes. I could hear his breathing increase in pace through the wet nylon stuffed in his mouth. I walked over to stand in front of the wall to wall mirror, in the light so he could watch, as I slowly moved and danced while pulling the nylons out of the pack. Then I walked towards M, and using the bed to steady myself, I rested one foot close to him, and watched him as he watched me slipping on the ultra shiny shimmery hose. I took my time to adjust the toes and make sure the fit was perfect. Once they were on, I took the second pair and did the same thing. Now I was wearing two pairs of pantyhose, and my legs gleamed in the low light. I took one more pair out of the backpack, slipped back into my stilettos and climbed up onto the bed. I ripped the package open in front of his eyes, and pulled out the black pantyhose. I lightly dragged them across his face and watched him twist and try to escape my lair. Leaning down, I whispered in his ear, “have you ever worn a pair?” He shook his head violently. I told him, “you are in for a treat.” I turned around so he had a clear view of my voluptuous ass shining in the pantyhose, and I leaned down, I untied and gripped one of his feet in my hand, while I opened up the stocking foot to slip it over his foot. He audibly gasped through the gag, and I laughed at him. “You’re going to love it!” I could feel him shaking with excitement as I slid the shiny nylons up his strong leg, retied his ankle, then untied the other foot and did the same. It was a tight, slow process to pull the nylons up, as his legs were spread, but I managed to do it, since the fabric was a heavy nylon. At his hips, I reached under to dig my long nails into his butt cheeks, and proceeded to pull the panty of the hose up. He still had the other nylon wrapped tightly around his cock, and I reached in to pull it off, so his cock had a moment of freedom before being trapped in the pantyhose once again. It was pressing so hard to escape, but I knew there was no way out. I used my nails to tickle his legs slightly, working my way up his inner thighs until I reached his balls. I could feel them packed into the pantyhose and I ran my nails up and down and back and forth over the bulge. Then I dragged a nail slowly up and down the shaft of his pulsating hard cock, watching as his perspiration began to seep through the dark nylon. 

My heels slid off as I climbed onto him. I began to slide my legs over his, feeling the slip and intermittent friction of our nylons rubbing together. With his legs so far apart, it was easy for me to maneuver my body between. I slowly pressed my body into his, as he gasped and groaned through the pantyhose gag. I spread my legs and straddled him, so my nylon pussy was so close to his pantyhose encased cock. I reached down to grip him, and worked up and down with my hand while he tried to resist the pleasure of my nylons against his, and the sensation of nylons on his body. I rubbed his cock harder and harder, until he was on the edge. Then I stopped, and carefully got up to go over to my bag, where I pulled out a vibrating cock sleeve. I held it in front of him and said, “surprise…..are you ready?” I giggled with excitement as I leaned over to wrap his nylon cock in the tubular apparatus. He bucked and tried to get the gag out of his mouth. The nylon was elastic enough that was able to wrap his cock snug in the unit and tied it tightly around his shaft with the straps. 

The remote was ready and I held it in my hand in the air, as I counted down….I went from 10, to 9, and kept counting…..until I got to 1…..Then I told him, “It’s time.” I switched on the vibration. It was very low at first. The nylon made the entire sensation ultra enhanced, so I needed to start low and build up. His hips were gyrating and he moaned so hard, that the pantyhose gag slipped out of his mouth. I turned it up higher, and he let out a loud long cry of pleasure. I stood over him in my pantyhose and heels as I controlled his cock with the remote. I turned it up higher now, and watched him as he  tried to thrust his hips through the nylon trap. He yelled out, “I’m cumming so hard right now, right now!” I watched as his hips jerked and a wet stain spread out over the nylons. I turned down the vibration, but left it on low to prolong his pleasure. He begged me, “Stop it, turn it off….please.” I waited a few moments and dialed it down gradually, slowly, until it stopped.

I left him tied up as I went to take a shower and freshen up. Anton had messaged me. He was downstairs. I dressed in my cashmere sweatsuit, sneakers and my hoodie, put all of my things back into my large tote, and walked over to untie M. He was in a daze. He looked at me with low lidded eyes. “That was the sexiest session. So much more than I expected. Thank You!” I smiled, gently untied him, and I walked to the door. Before closing the door, I turned around to see him standing there in the black hosiery, texting on his phone. I smiled to myself as I left the room. Moments later, I received a notification of a cash payment with a generous tip. I walked down the hall, took the elevator to the lobby and saw Anton. He headed towards me, took my bag and we headed out into the night.