Sheer Magic: The allure of Fully Fashioned Stockings

For those who are familiar with My delectable style and aesthetic, I make no secret of the fact that I am both a stocking aficionado and fetishist.

Taking the time to indulge in the daily ritual of dressing for pleasure becomes an act of self-gratitude and indulgence. Delicately unwrapping silky nylons, easing them over even softer skin, gathering the teasingly sheer folds, slipping them over perfectly pedicured toes. Sartorial elegance and fetishism fuse to set the tone for all else to come.

For those who appreciate the finer things, the arresting image of two perfectly aligned seams pulled taught over lithe legs can’t help but harness your attention. The lily-white tops of My thighs, perfectly framed between welt and belt, garter or girdle? Four, six or eight straps? Secrets, teasingly concealed just below the surface. Can you make out the faint shadow of a suspender strap? Are you wondering just how high My stockings go? Such hidden femininity, worn with all too conspicuous confidence simply never fails to tease and tantalise the initiated.

If I grant a slave the opportunity to worship My stocking clad legs and feet, I will first draw attention to the seams. Slave will be asked to check if My seams are perfectly aligned, and on the very rare occasion that they are not, you will be put to good use and taught how to straighten them, a reserved opportunity to lay hands on My legs. Should I be content, I may grant you the honour of worshiping My stockings, step-by-step, under My exacting and precise directions. 

Slave will be trained to observe Mistress’ intoxicating scent imbued into the fine weave. Be warned, there are few aromas more evocative or addictive. The mere sound of My stockinged legs, just out of reach, crossing and uncrossing, will capture your attentions. Can I condition you to recognise the brand I am wearing just by the sound they make, My legs crossing and uncrossing, just out of reach? Is it the cutting glass cadence of courser weaves like Gio or the silky smooth whisper of softer brands? 

Picture Me standing above you, My long legs enveloped in fully fashioned stockings, My dominance defined and enhanced; a vision both deserving and demanding of worship by a worthy supplicant.

The true question is whether you will be granted the honour and privilege of placing kisses up My poker straight seams. If you are a fellow stocking fetishist and reading these words has made something stir, and whetted your appetite then I invite you to apply to serve Me.