Breathe deep big meditative breaths for Me. Think about what you desire most. That sound. That gentle soft soothing sound. Breathe.
The mind is really quite a magical tool. The imagination. Remember being alone, playing pretend, remember being alone at night, unable to fall asleep. Something special in your minds eye. Someone special as yet undiscovered, but the symbol always there. Nylon legs, nylon toes, wiggling under a door, under your nose, under your eyelids. Your eyes are closed & you're trying to drift off to sleep.
The mind is capable of all sorts of nonsensical magic. Close your eyes. Pull every single hope and dream & wish that you ever thought impossible. Take it all. Close your eyes & gently speak your unintelligible wish.
So hard to put into words for you. Yet so obvious to Me, what you need, what you dream of. Feel yourself wrapping around my soft delicate foot. Feel the wrinkles of my arch rubbing up against you. Feel yourself touching every little millimeter of my flesh. Feel the thrill of my knobby ankle bone. Close your eyes breathe deeper. This is what you wish. Your subconscious desires. I can read them. you've become My pantyhose. Yes, you are. The soft Wolfords covering my smooth toned calves. you are the sheer nylon. You are that sound. Feel it. Feel your texture rubbing, feel the warmth of My leg inside of you. Feel the erotic awareness of the sense of My skin. Feel the stretch when I spread My toes with you over them. Feel the smooth surface of My perfect gel pedicure.
Feel yourself, sliding against yourself over My thigh. Breathe in. you never dreamed this joy possible. you never could identify this unspoken desire in your dreams falling asleep at night. you were never aware.
I can take you anywhere. I can make you anything. Whatever could top this? you never want to be a millimeter further away from My wiggling toes. What pure meditative heaven have I taken you to.
Anything is possible. Shed your skin, cover My skin, coat My skin, this close. An immeasurable distance, so tiny , so minuscule, so close to your Goddess.
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I always have room in my lair for more sylvesters. you don't exactly have an option. One little whiff of My catatonia and you were just aching to tell Me all about the keys - just imagine what a full tank can do. Now inhale and tell Me all about it. Nothing like chemical mind control to train the perfect henchman. Soon you'll be My obedient tomcat. Brushing up against My calves, purring, nuzzling My stiletto boots. A little pet, a little nuzzle, a little feather to play with. There really is no point resisting Me. Yes, you want to obey Me. You crave My attention above all else. My obedient sylvester. Soon you'll be eating My table scraps and following My every command. Imagine all the things you will do for Me. The crimes you'll commit. So much easier to be a puppet instead of a man. You will thank Me over and over and over again.
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Harley and Batwoman have tracked The Collector to his lair. He's been tied to multiple missing person cases, but no bodies have ever been found. Sheets cover several pedestals in the front hall. The Collector sneaks up on them as they bend to peak under one of the sheets. Harley gasps as he quickly cuffs a silver briefcase to her wrist.
He sets his eyes on her companion. Batwoman! What perfect specimen to add to my collection.
Batwoman is defiant, but with the risk of the explosives cuffed to Harley's wrist, she sees no choice but to go along with The Collectors demands. She tries reaching for her belt, but he orders her to remove it and drop it to the floor.
He orders her along, forcing her to strip out of her costume. When they get to the mask, Batwoman also removes the attached wig, revealing herself to be a blonde. She dryly responds to The Collectors astonishment well, it adds to the disguise, doesn't it?
Look you've had your fun, Collector . . . just go ahead and take a picture & uncuff Harley. We'll be on our way. She doesn't realize that he wants more than a photograph for his collection.
The Collector begins to spray her legs with a special gold compound. She doesn't realize the freezing effect until it's too late. Both of her legs are frozen solid from her feet to her calves. Batwoman tries to move them and topples to the floor. She calls out for Harley, but The Collector has ordered her to remain in the other room. He slowly coats his prize in the gold compound as she futilely struggles to crawl away, her fingertips sliding back on the plastic lining the floor. Partially up her spine she's practically paralyzed only able to tap her fingers and move her head. Finally she is frozen solid. Golden head to toe. A perfect statue for his collection.
He calls Harley in to see what has happened to her friend. He's activated the bomb on her wrist, if she hurries, maybe she'll find a locksmith in time to save the city.
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It's my first day on the job, you call me into your office. There's a problem with my wardrobe, a dress code violation. I'm not wearing pantyhose.
Actually, I am. I slowly dangle my heels and allow them to fall to the ground exposing my nylon feet.
I explain how my legs have gotten me in trouble in the past . . . I've had to do so much extra work with my male bosses reduced to drooling beasts at the sight of my legs. I thought I could turn over a new leaf, no more late nights & weekends spent catching up on projects.
If I show you that I'm wearing pantyhose, will you promise that there won't be any late nights at the office?
I slowly teases my pant leg up as you stares at my nylon feet. My calves. You're hard already. Embarrassingly hard. Obvious. I sigh.
See this is exactly what I'm talking about - if I walk around in a skirt over my pantyhose instead of pants, no one will be able to get any work done!
Oh, I see. Right. It comes from corporate, you have no choice.
I suppose I should head home and put a skirt on then.
Unless . . . what would you give to see the rest of my pantyhose, right now?
Anything, right? Don't pretend. It's obvious how hard you are.
How about a promotion? It's obvious you won't be able to get any work done with me around . . . I think the only way you'll be able to keep your promise about no late nights at the office is if I'm not working under you . . .
Mmmm good boy. I'm sure that comes with a hefty raise too, a corporate credit card.
I strip out of my pants, show off my legs, the curve of my ass.
See, I wasn't kidding. There's no way you're going to be able to think of anything but my legs as long as I'm around. Get a good look?
Good - I'll leave you alone now to "draft up the paperwork"
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Star collapses on the bed in her hotel room, drained from a long day of negotiations. She lets her hair down and complains about having to wear pants. Negotiating with other women can be the worst. Of course, she still got everything she walked into the room planning to walk out with.
Star dangles her black stiletto pumps and lets them drop to the floor off her nylon feet. She rubs her nylon feet together, pulling her dress pants up her calves. She can't wait to get out of them.
Stripped down to her sheer to waist CDR pantyhose on the bed, Star muses that her adversary must not negotiate with men much. Star never feels more powerful in a meeting than when her nylon legs are exposed.
Star pulls on the waist band and begins to rub her clit through the perfect sheer nylon. She bucks and arches making soft sounds. Once she's cum, she wonders what she should wear to dinner. Definitely not pants.
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