From the way he told me on the phone that he liked stockings and high heels, it was clear to me that I wasn’t the only one who should wear them. It would certainly turn him on to feel his fetish in his own body. <\/p>\n\n
I would only mention it very discreetly in the preliminary talk, because it should be a surprise. I suspected that he had never worn stockings himself. I knew it was risky and could backfire, but I couldn’t resist the temptation. But I already had to work out the general direction beforehand. And that’s what I did. You want to know how? Of course, we won’t reveal that here … <\/p>\n\n
The doorbell rang and I received him in a black evening dress and stockings. He stared spellbound at my legs and could barely get a word out. <\/p>\n\n
“What you’ll only see when you’re wearing them yourself!” This thought flashed through my mind as I firmly invited him in. <\/p>\n\n
At the bar, I checked out his preferences again and started a game that he would never forget. Without realizing it, he was already in my clutches. <\/p>\n\n
After the preliminary talk, I sent him to the bathroom and began my preparations for the session. I chose a pair of beautiful stockings, the matching suspender belt of course, and shoes in size 45 for him. <\/p>\n\n
When he entered the room, I immediately blindfolded him. His pulse raced … <\/p>\n\n
I gently stroked his legs and his privates with my nylons and his libido began to boil. <\/p>\n\n
Then I removed the blindfold and allowed him to feast his eyes on my face. <\/p>\n\n
The astonishment on his face was hard to miss. <\/p>\n\n
Wonderful, that look on his face. More horror than pleasure. What might have been going through his head? Was this a conflict between his lust on the one hand and his conservative attitude on the other? <\/p>\n\n
With a little pat on the bottom, I directed him towards the checkroom. I grabbed the suspender belt and dressed him. He tried to defend himself and whimpered: “They can’t do that!” But to my ears it sounded more like: “Yes, please do that!”. And that’s what happened. <\/p>\n\n
He looked chic. Naturally, the mirror was in a favorable position so that he could immediately admire himself in his new attire. <\/p>\n\n
His manhood was bulging out of the pretty lingerie. Of course, that didn’t really fit the picture. But with a longer ribbon and the right technique, his good piece could be tied back wonderfully. <\/p>\n\n
He stood there a little helpless. I stroked his stockings and rubbed my legs against his. He relaxed more and more and dared to touch my legs. I graciously let him have his way. <\/p>\n\n
“Kneel down and massage my feet,” I ordered him. He immediately followed this instruction. He kissed my feet without being asked. He did a wonderful job, but of course I still had to reprimand him for it and tugged him up by his ear. I dragged him to the buck and let him lean over it. <\/p>\n\n
Then one, two, three lashes came across his bottom. The redness (on his butt and face) was hard to miss! <\/p>\n\n
He twitched. I stated: “Contenance my little nylon slut!” <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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