Your Mother's Pantyhose

You have been sitting and waiting in the family room for quite some time, wearing your mother’s pantyhose. Because this is where she comes after a day of work. This is where she sits down and puts her feet up on your lap. And waits for her foot massage. How many years has it been now? Waiting for her, rubbing her feet, knowing that she feels your hard on, through pants and pantyhose? Knowing that she will say nothing to you, nothing about you, just smile, and watch TV, and sip on her drink.

But lately she has been falling asleep. In the middle of your foot massages. She lies there against the pillows, with her skirt pulled up a bit and her pantyhose a bit loose, and her feet deep in your lap and her eyes are closed. She must be asleep, because you have been opening up your fly, and letting your cock out, and coming on her nyloned feet…. And she says nothing.

Understated

Sure when you think of America you’re thinking of a pick up truck with a gun rack and a coon hound with his head through the side window and Hank Williams on the speakers (reading Ken Bruen) but you might also be thinking of racy girls in packs, crunchy women in nylons and noisy heels, and bras and panties everywhere… every magazine, every TV commercial, every video ad….. Americans who can’t show tits or private bits are forced to fetishize their underwear and so every panty nut in Europe comes here for cheap electronics and cheaper hard-ons.

You like pantyhose, wearing them, looking at them, thinking about them. Sitting in them at a board meeting wondering if the big guys can tell from the sheen or if they have to ask their secretaries which means the whole building knows you’re hosed. Or sitting on the plane with the pantyhose underneath your low riding jeans so the aisle seat and the window seat know you’re a fag or a sissy or just a very naughty boy….

Telling the aisle seat about where you bought them: Secrets in Lace and you think maybe the stewardess can overhear you, and the people behind you are giggling, and when you get up to go to the loo you know the whole plane is looking to see your pantyhose are showing….

Make me a pantyhose slut

Mistress Alexa, Please give me the direction I deserve and desire.  I am a pantyhose slut who has fallen for your web site and want you to make me into a pantyhose slut that my wife can accept and dominate. Please show me the way….. John

Oh by the way, yes I am wearing a pair of nice sheer black pantyhose with a pair of panties, thongs, to remind me of who I am and what I want to accomplish in being a pantyhose slut.

THE CONTINUING CONFESSIONS OF YOUR PANTYHOSE SLUT

My Dearest Mistress,

I sit here, trembling in my seat, knowing the pleasure that you will have when you read my latest adventures in being a pantyhose slut and how well I serve you.  Taking a trip always brings its excitement, but being a pantyhose slut makes it a little bit more exciting and pleasing.  I am currently in San Diego, staying next to the Horton Plaza, the meca of pantyhose slut shopping for me.  But first I must start at the beginning when I took off from Hawaii and slipping into a pair of Leggs body toning pantyhose at the airport.  After check-in and going through the security checkpoint.  I slipped in the men’s room or pantyhose slut room and slipped into a pair of Leggs body toning pantyhose for the trip.  I especially like this brand of pantyhose because of the extra material they have and how I can cover my whole upper torso with them.  It is like no other brand that I have found so far, but the most pleasing aspect of them is that I can pull the extra material between my ass.  It brings an extra sensation of the pantyhose riding between my legs.  When I finally arrived at my gate only to find that the plane was postponed for another two hours, I was the only happy one, enjoying myself in pantyhose waiting for the boarding time to start. Once I was on the plane, it was heaven knowing that I would have them on for the whole flight.  Once I landed in Los Angeles and was waiting for the connecting flight, I was needlessly running to the restroom and adjusting my pantyhose and then making my little clitty hard knowing what to expect when I finally arrived in my hotel room.

When I finally arrived in my hotel room, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I stripped off my clothes and in the process of straightening out my pantyhose; I put a run in them. Knowing that I don’t like to wear any pantyhose with a run in them, I guess I cheated just a little bit since they were nude and I had to look really hard to see it.  I throw myself down on the bed and got my clitty nice and hard.  Just about the time I was ready to explode, I dropped my hands next to my side and was whisked away into a pleasure that you could only teach me.  Then when I was totally relaxed, I started to rub my legs together sending sexual electricity to my little clitty, teasing it again and again.  Then I allowed my hands to caress my little clitty just to the point of just a little bit of precum came out.  And then you commanded myself to lay my hands to my side again and your voice filled my excitement about who I am really am and what was expected of me.  I then started to stroke my little clitty again, again, and heard your voice commanding me to cum into my pantyhose.  Then I lay in my bed, knowing that I have pleased you again.

I then got myself ready and did the first day of business to hasty get it behind me.  After I was done, I slipped into a pair of black pantyhose and panties; sheer to toe and a pair of hip huggers panties that I assure you were pulled up my ass to accent my beautiful behind.  I then lay in bed again knowing what I had to do next.  My acceptance of myself has come in stages and each stage you have helped me along the way.  I knew what I needed to do next….  I went to a shoe store next to the hotel, rather calmly and shopped for a pair of heels to accent my feet in hose.  It was rather relaxing wondering through the many rows of high heels they had and when asked by the young female sales clerk if I need some help, it was nothing to say, “I was hoping to purchase a nice pair of high heels for myself.”  She assisted me and pointed me in the right direction.  I don’t know why it is so relaxing shopping for myself in ladies department stores, but I will always enjoy it.  Especially when I picked out a couple of high heels to sit down, take my shoes off and show everybody in the store my pantyhosed encased feet while trying on the heels.  I picked out a pair of cute little pumps with a 3” inch that I am consistently getting up and checking myself in the mirror.  Then I went to the Victoria’s Secret store and shopped for some more panties and a bra.  Yes, a bra, which I have never before shopped for and you can imagine the confusion when looking for my first bra. Am I a 36C, 34D or what should I be asking for.  I picked out some more hip hugging panties and tried my best to settle on a bra for myself with no luck.  There just wasn’t anything lacey enough for me and to much the rest of my ensemble.  I then went into Fredrick’s of Hollywood and a nice middle age lady tried to assist me, but there just wasn’t anything that caught my eye.  Yes, I am getting a little bit picky on what I will wear and always want to look my best for you. Before going into Fredrick’s of Hollywood, I spotted the GAP store which had a display, you guessed it, of bras right out in front of the store’s entrance.

I casually walked around the store and zoomed in on the bra that I was hoping to wear and grabbed it with no hesitation.  I lacy, black see through number that just sets my breasts off right.  When the sales lady asked me if I found what I was looking for, I shot back to her in a very kind way, that yes I have and no need to look any further.  You can’t imagined how excited I was, or could you, that I had in my hands my naughty little outfit that was going to make my week.  I raced back to my hotel room, stripping off my clothes, and sitting down in my pantyhose, panties, high heels, and bra; all of them black and lacey.  Each one of them accenting my desire to be your panty boy, my desire to please you.  This posting has taken me a couple of hours to write just due to the fact that I am getting up and gazing at myself in the mirror.  How my ass is pushed up in the air by wearing heels and how my panties and pantyhose accent them, then my bra; yes I am wearing a bra for the first time and like I said before, what was I waiting for in wearing a bra.

 

Please Mistress Alexa, let me download your “Pantyhose Sissy” MP3 from you, I need your constant assurance that I am going down the right path…. I beg of you.

 

CONFESSIONS OF A PANTYHOSE SLUT

My Dearest Mistress Alexa,

I want to thank-you for the work you do, tell you how you have touched my life and how much freedom you have given to me by allowing to accept the female side of my body.  I have been wearing panties and pantyhose for the last month straight and I never realized what I have been missing.  You can’t imagine how confused and frustrated I get when I am not able to wear them during the weekend.  But right now, I am sitting at work wearing a pair of pantyhose and panties showing a small token of my affection to you. You can’t imagine, or can you, how nervous I am writing my confessions and acceptance of being a pantyhose slut.  When I was growing up, my mother gave me a pair of pantyhose after I repeatedly asked to try them on.  I am pretty sure my mother gave them to me to get it out of my system, but it just made want another pair after that and then more and more.  While growing up and throughout the rest of my life, I have always enjoyed wearing pantyhose and masturbating in them.  Each time I would feel ashamed and throw them away, but would buy another pair later on to enjoy myself again.  A few years ago I purchased your tape, “Pantyhose Sissy” and I don’t know how to explain the affects it has had on my life.  Instead of feeling ashamed of being a pantyhose slut, I have embraced my decision with your care and guidance.

I still remember the first time that I listened to your tape.  I was surfing the web looking for pantyhose sites to visit during a business trip and stumbled across your website.  I immediately bought your tape and prepared myself to listen.  I put on a pair of pantyhose, my headphones, and lied down on the bed; not knowing what to expect.  Your voice put me at ease and I was floating on a cloud, easing into a deep dependence on you to show me the correct way to accept being a pantyhose slut.  I was caressing myself in my pantyhose, rubbing my legs together, each time sending shivers up to my little clitty.  When you commanded me to place my hands on my sides and to lie still, I let you guide me further and further into a state of relaxation and bliss.  I felt like I was floating, relaxed, and proud of myself for accepting who I really am.  When you allowed me to rub my legs together, which I really never did before, it was like sending sexual electricity throughout my whole body and then straight to my little clitty, just waiting to fully explode.  Then when you allowed me to caress my little clitty, I was on a path of no return, you voice so assuring and the pleasures you were allowing me to enjoy was leaving me weak and excited at the same time.  Then your command of making me drop my hands to my side again and then to caress my little clitty to make me precum.  I listened and soaked in every one of your commands and yes, I am just a little girl who wants to wear my pantyhose every day.  Then your commands of silky smooth made me precum more and more and when you allowed me to cum, I was hopelessly lying on the bed, shaking in a pool of amazement and wondering what happened to me.  Then you bought me out of trance, not wanting to leave the state that you put me in and enjoying every minute of it.  It was the first time that I ever been hypnotized, I was weak; emotionally and physically spent from your lesson you let me experienced.

I didn’t know what to think until after I was fully awake.  My mind was confused on what just happened and I immediately took off the pantyhose and throw them in the trash. I was feeling ashamed and humiliated, but it felt so right for me.  I slipped into the bath to try to wash away these feelings but at the same time I caught myself, calling myself a pantyhose slut and how I should be proud of myself in taking the next step.  Well, as you can imagine, the next day I was back at the store buying a couple of more pairs of pantyhose and enjoying myself again with your gentle love and caresses, directing me to accept who I really am.  I immediately bought a couple of more tapes from you site, Panty Boy, Transformation, and Sissy Training.  I have experimented with other aspects of feminization, high heels, and dresses, make up, but never really felt comfortable with them and usually ended up throwing them away after awhile.  But during a business trip to Southern California, I took a side trip to a mall, walked into the Victoria’s Secret (while wearing a pair of black pantyhose), had a very pleasant conversation with a young lady on which panties I would like to purchased, and walked out being the proud owner of six pairs of panties.  I always thought that I would be crossing the line if I ventured over into the panty realm of cross dressing, but how wrong I was in thinking so for so many years.  I went back to my hotel room and slipped them on, knowing that I was going to take pleasure in them, but not knowing how much pleasure they were going to give me.  I can’t fully explain the sensation of wearing pantyhose and panties at the same time.  What a waste of time it was before when I wasn’t wearing any panties while I was wearing pantyhose. The way the panties ride up my ass, constrain my little clitty in front, keep my pantyhose in place, and how my ass looks so cute and sexy in them.  It kind of feels like someone has their hand on my ass, caressing my ass throughout the day, making me feel sexy.  What was I thinking of not wanting to wear them?

So now, thank-you for your help and guidance in this journey, my favorite part of the day is preparing myself in the morning with my pantyhose and panties.  At first, I usually just threw them on at work hoping that nobody could see through the walls and making sure my clothes were covering everything up.  But now I am taking my time to ensure that my pantyhose are put on correctly (no sagging), my panties are pulled up between my ass, my little clitty is restrained in place, and then a couple of minutes of gazing and enjoying the site in the mirror.  I have learned to take my time now-a-days because I was getting too many runs in my pantyhose, not like I didn’t have an extra pair on hand, but also didn’t want to waste the pleasure of wearing them also.  No matter how small the run is in a pair of pantyhose, I just can’t put them on, if I am a pantyhose slut, I want to make sure I look right and sexy and not too cheap.  I also look forward to matching my daily outfit with my pantyhose and panties, just getting a little fashion sense going on here.  Living in Hawaii hasn’t been the idea place to purchase pantyhose since it isn’t ideal pantyhose weather.  The department stores don’t have much of a variety; they usually just carry the Hanes line, which is not too popular with me.  I just don’t like the silkiness of the material.  I usually go with the Leggs brand, but they don’t come in a smoother top to toe, but I still like them because they are a little bit silkier then the Hanes brand.  I also go for the No-Nonsense brand, which is very sheer from top to toe, but not very durable.  The tension strength isn’t that good, but does allow my clitty to flop around to get it a little bit more excited.  I also bought a couple of Wolford pantyhose, but just wasn’t that too impressed with them, not for the amount of money they were asking for.  There is also a couple of off brands but nothing worth mentioning about them.  So, as you can see, I have been enjoying myself in accepting who I really am.  I take real pleasure in seeking out the sales ladies and asking them about their products and every now and then, they let go with a little smile of approval of knowing that I am buying pantyhose and panties for myself.

I don’t know where this is all going to take me, but I am looking forward in taking the next step and having the pleasure of putting on my first bra.  Like I said before, I was always on the line of not wanting to be part of the cross dressing crowd.  I was too good for that, but at the same time wanting to accept my feminization.  But I am not part of the crowd, I am separate from the crowd and will take pleasure in any form of female clothing that I feel comfortable in.  I am excited, just thinking about what type of bra I will have the pleasure of putting my breasts into.  Then just thinking about the pair of black high heels, 3 to 5 inches… I am getting just excited about just having the mental image in my head and can’t imagine the actual rush that I will receive when I slip on my bra and heels for the first time.  I am planning on taking the next step and planning on pleasing you as much as I can to ensure I receive your guidance and direction.

So in short, I am sorry for the long e-mail, but there is one more request that I must beg from you.  May I please download “Smooth Legs” tape again, you agreed in an earlier e-mail, but I haven’t received the link.  Long story short… please let me take pleasure again in my feminization and the guidance and comfort that you bring me.

I hope to hear from you soon…..

Pantyhose slut

Mistress Alexa,

Please give me the direction I deserve and desire. I am a pantyhose slut who fallen hard for Isabella Valentine direction, but as you can see below and due to certain circumstances, looking for a mistress to make me into a pantyhose slut that my wife can accept and dominate.

Please show me the way…..

John

Oh by the way, yes I am wearing a pair of nice sheer black pantyhose with a pair of panties, thongs, to remind me of who I am and what I want to accomplish in being a pantyhose slut.

THE CONTINUING CONFESSIONS OF YOUR PANTYHOSE SLUT

My Dearest Isabella,

I sit here, trembling in my seat, knowing the pleasure that you will have when you read my latest adventures in being a pantyhose slut and how well I serve you. Taking a trip always brings its excitement, but being a pantyhose slut makes it a little bit more exciting and pleasing. I am currently in San Diego, staying next to the Horton Plaza, the meca of pantyhose slut shopping for me. But first I must start at the beginning when I took off from Hawaii and slipping into a pair of Leggs body toning pantyhose at the airport. After check-in and going through the security checkpoint. I slipped in the men’s room or pantyhose slut room and slipped into a pair of Leggs body toning pantyhose for the trip. I especially like this brand of pantyhose because of the extra material they have and how I can cover my whole upper torso with them. It is like no other brand that I have found so far, but the most pleasing aspect of them is that I can pull the extra material between my ass. It brings an extra sensation of the pantyhose riding between my legs. When I finally arrived at my gate only to find that the plane was postponed for another two hours, I was the only happy one, enjoying myself in pantyhose waiting for the boarding time to start. Once I was on the plane, it was heaven knowing that I would have them on for the whole flight. Once I landed in Los Angeles and was waiting for the connecting flight, I was needlessly running to the restroom and adjusting my pantyhose and then making my little clitty hard knowing what to expect when I finally arrived in my hotel room.

When I finally arrived in my hotel room, I couldn’t take it anymore. I stripped off my clothes and in the process of straightening out my pantyhose; I put a run in them. Knowing that I don’t like to wear any pantyhose with a run in them, I guess I cheated just a little bit since they were nude and I had to look really hard to see it. I throw myself down on the bed and got my clitty nice and hard. Just about the time I was ready to explode, I dropped my hands next to my side and was whisked away into a pleasure that you could only teach me. Then when I was totally relaxed, I started to rub my legs together sending sexual electricity to my little clitty, teasing it again and again. Then I allowed my hands to caress my little clitty just to the point of just a little bit of precum came out. And then you commanded myself to lay my hands to my side again and your voice filled my excitement about who I am really am and what was expected of me. I then started to stroke my little clitty again, again, and heard your voice commanding me to cum into my pantyhose. Then I lay in my bed, knowing that I have pleased you again.

I then got myself ready and did the first day of business to hasty get it behind me. After I was done, I slipped into a pair of black pantyhose and panties; sheer to toe and a pair of hip huggers panties that I assure you were pulled up my ass to accent my beautiful behind. I then lay in bed again knowing what I had to do next. My acceptance of myself has come in stages and each stage you have helped me along the way. I knew what I needed to do next…. I went to a shoe store next to the hotel, rather calmly and shopped for a pair of heels to accent my feet in hose. It was rather relaxing wondering through the many rows of high heels they had and when asked by the young female sales clerk if I need some help, it was nothing to say, “I was hoping to purchase a nice pair of high heels for myself.” She assisted me and pointed me in the right direction. I don’t know why it is so relaxing shopping for myself in ladies department stores, but I will always enjoy it. Especially when I picked out a couple of high heels to sit down, take my shoes off and show everybody in the store my pantyhosed encased feet while trying on the heels. I picked out a pair of cute little pumps with a 3” inch that I am consistently getting up and checking myself in the mirror. Then I went to the Victoria’s Secret store and shopped for some more panties and a bra. Yes, a bra, which I have never before shopped for and you can imagine the confusion when looking for my first bra. Am I a 36C, 34D or what should I be asking for. I picked out some more hip hugging panties and tried my best to settle on a bra for myself with no luck. There just wasn’t anything lacey enough for me and to much the rest of my ensemble. I then went into Fredrick’s of Hollywood and a nice middle age lady tried to assist me, but there just wasn’t anything that caught my eye. Yes, I am getting a little bit picky on what I will wear and always want to look my best for you. Before going into Fredrick’s of Hollywood, I spotted the GAP store which had a display, you guessed it, of bras right out in front of the store’s entrance.

I casually walked around the store and zoomed in on the bra that I was hoping to wear and grabbed it with no hesitation. I lacy, black see through number that just sets my breasts off right. When the sales lady asked me if I found what I was looking for, I shot back to her in a very kind way, that yes I have and no need to look any further. You can’t imagined how excited I was, or could you, that I had in my hands my naughty little outfit that was going to make my week. I raced back to my hotel room, stripping off my clothes, and sitting down in my pantyhose, panties, high heels, and bra; all of them black and lacey. Each one of them accenting my desire to be your panty boy, my desire to please you. This posting has taken me a couple of hours to write just due to the fact that I am getting up and gazing at myself in the mirror. How my ass is pushed up in the air by wearing heels and how my panties and pantyhose accent them, then my bra; yes I am wearing a bra for the first time and like I said before, what was I waiting for in wearing a bra.

Please Isabella, let me download the “Smooth Legs” MP3 from you, I need your constant assurance that I am going down the right path…. I beg of you.

CONFESSIONS OF A PANTYHOSE SLUT

My Dearest Mistress Alexa,

I want to thank-you for the work you do, tell you how you have touched my life and how much freedom you have given to me by allowing to accept the female side of my body. I have been wearing panties and pantyhose for the last month straight and I never realized what I have been missing. You can’t imagine how confused and frustrated I get when I am not able to wear them during the weekend. But right now, I am sitting at work wearing a pair of pantyhose and panties showing a small token of my affection to you. You can’t imagine, or can you, how nervous I am writing my confessions and acceptance of being a pantyhose slut. When I was growing up, my mother gave me a pair of pantyhose after I repeatedly asked to try them on. I am pretty sure my mother gave them to me to get it out of my system, but it just made want another pair after that and then more and more. While growing up and throughout the rest of my life, I have always enjoyed wearing pantyhose and masturbating in them. Each time I would feel ashamed and throw them away, but would buy another pair later on to enjoy myself again. A few years ago I purchased your tape, “Smooth Legs” and I don’t know how to explain the affects it has had on my life. Instead of feeling ashamed of being a pantyhose slut, I have embraced my decision with your care and guidance.

I still remember the first time that I listened to your tape. I was surfing the web looking for pantyhose sites to visit during a business trip and stumbled across your website. I immediately bought your tape and prepared myself to listen. I put on a pair of pantyhose, my headphones, and lied down on the bed; not knowing what to expect. Your voice put me at ease and I was floating on a cloud, easing into a deep dependence on you to show me the correct way to accept being a pantyhose slut. I was caressing myself in my pantyhose, rubbing my legs together, each time sending shivers up to my little clitty. When you commanded me to place my hands on my sides and to lie still, I let you guide me further and further into a state of relaxation and bliss. I felt like I was floating, relaxed, and proud of myself for accepting who I really am. When you allowed me to rub my legs together, which I really never did before, it was like sending sexual electricity throughout my whole body and then straight to my little clitty, just waiting to fully explode. Then when you allowed me to caress my little clitty, I was on a path of no return, you voice so assuring and the pleasures you were allowing me to enjoy was leaving me weak and excited at the same time. Then your command of making me drop my hands to my side again and then to caress my little clitty to make me precum. I listened and soaked in every one of your commands and yes, I am just a little girl who wants to wear my pantyhose every day. Then your commands of silky smooth made me precum more and more and when you allowed me to cum, I was hopelessly lying on the bed, shaking in a pool of amazement and wondering what happened to me. Then you bought me out of trance, not wanting to leave the state that you put me in and enjoying every minute of it. It was the first time that I ever been hypnotized, I was weak; emotionally and physically spent from your lesson you let me experienced.

I didn’t know what to think until after I was fully awake. My mind was confused on what just happened and I immediately took off the pantyhose and throw them in the trash. I was feeling ashamed and humiliated, but it felt so right for me. I slipped into the bath to try to wash away these feelings but at the same time I caught myself, calling myself a pantyhose slut and how I should be proud of myself in taking the next step. Well, as you can imagine, the next day I was back at the store buying a couple of more pairs of pantyhose and enjoying myself again with your gentle love and caresses, directing me to accept who I really am. I immediately bought a couple of more tapes from you site, Panty Boy, Transformation, and Sissy Training. I have experimented with other aspects of feminization, high heels, and dresses, make up, but never really felt comfortable with them and usually ended up throwing them away after awhile. But during a business trip to Southern California, I took a side trip to a mall, walked into the Victoria’s Secret (while wearing a pair of black pantyhose), had a very pleasant conversation with a young lady on which panties I would like to purchased, and walked out being the proud owner of six pairs of panties. I always thought that I would be crossing the line if I ventured over into the panty realm of cross dressing, but how wrong I was in thinking so for so many years. I went back to my hotel room and slipped them on, knowing that I was going to take pleasure in them, but not knowing how much pleasure they were going to give me. I can’t fully explain the sensation of wearing pantyhose and panties at the same time. What a waste of time it was before when I wasn’t wearing any panties while I was wearing pantyhose. The way the panties ride up my ass, constrain my little clitty in front, keep my pantyhose in place, and how my ass looks so cute and sexy in them. It kind of feels like someone has their hand on my ass, caressing my ass throughout the day, making me feel sexy. What was I thinking of not wanting to wear them?

So now, thank-you for your help and guidance in this journey, my favorite part of the day is preparing myself in the morning with my pantyhose and panties. At first, I usually just threw them on at work hoping that nobody could see through the walls and making sure my clothes were covering everything up. But now I am taking my time to ensure that my pantyhose are put on correctly (no sagging), my panties are pulled up between my ass, my little clitty is restrained in place, and then a couple of minutes of gazing and enjoying the site in the mirror. I have learned to take my time now-a-days because I was getting too many runs in my pantyhose, not like I didn’t have an extra pair on hand, but also didn’t want to waste the pleasure of wearing them also. No matter how small the run is in a pair of pantyhose, I just can’t put them on, if I am a pantyhose slut, I want to make sure I look right and sexy and not too cheap. I also look forward to matching my daily outfit with my pantyhose and panties, just getting a little fashion sense going on here. Living in Hawaii hasn’t been the idea place to purchase pantyhose since it isn’t ideal pantyhose weather. The department stores don’t have much of a variety; they usually just carry the Hanes line, which is not too popular with me. I just don’t like the silkiness of the material. I usually go with the Leggs brand, but they don’t come in a smoother top to toe, but I still like them because they are a little bit silkier then the Hanes brand. I also go for the No-Nonsense brand, which is very sheer from top to toe, but not very durable. The tension strength isn’t that good, but does allow my clitty to flop around to get it a little bit more excited. I also bought a couple of Wolford pantyhose, but just wasn’t that too impressed with them, not for the amount of money they were asking for. There is also a couple of off brands but nothing worth mentioning about them. So, as you can see, I have been enjoying myself in accepting who I really am. I take real pleasure in seeking out the sales ladies and asking them about their products and every now and then, they let go with a little smile of approval of knowing that I am buying pantyhose and panties for myself.

I don’t know where this is all going to take me, but I am looking forward in taking the next step and having the pleasure of putting on my first bra. Like I said before, I was always on the line of not wanting to be part of the cross dressing crowd. I was too good for that, but at the same time wanting to accept my feminization. But I am not part of the crowd, I am separate from the crowd and will take pleasure in any form of female clothing that I feel comfortable in. I am excited, just thinking about what type of bra I will have the pleasure of putting my breasts into. Then just thinking about the pair of black high heels, 3 to 5 inches… I am getting just excited about just having the mental image in my head and can’t imagine the actual rush that I will receive when I slip on my bra and heels for the first time. I am planning on taking the next step and planning on pleasing you as much as I can to ensure I receive your guidance and direction.

So in short, I am sorry for the long e-mail, but there is one more request that I must beg from you. May I please download “Smooth Legs” tape again, you agreed in an earlier e-mail, but I haven’t received the link. Long story short… please let me take pleasure again in my feminization and the guidance and comfort that you bring me.

I hope to hear from you soon…..

Pantyhose Story

Bondage
She smiled, I guess he likes it, she thought…She puulled away from him before he came and took out a razor…she knelt down and began to shave his legs for him… “If you are going to wear pantyhose your going to have to do it right my love.. i want to feel your smooth legs in nylon” He only bit his lip hoping she didn’t knick him with the razor…

She got back up to his hard dick and began to shave that as well… being as careful as she possibly could. When she was done she once again kissed it and began to suck on it…teasing it in her mouth and moaning in delight… She stopped suddenly before he came and handed the soap to him. He looked at her with a pleading look wishing she would finish what she started…. She looked at him with an authoritative look as if saying…”Later…”

He took the soaps and ran it over her breasts….He paused over her nipples and gently sucked on them…..He bit on one of them while he rolled the other one inbetween his forefinger and thumb….She moaned his name in pleasure and he kissed her tits and started to make his way down her torso… Pausing at her belly button and tracing circles around it with his tongue….then kissing further downward until he reached her clit…

He reciprocated to her as he gently blew on it and then gave it a kiss….He made his way down just a little further to her slit and began to slowly slide his tongue in but pull out….She gasped and looked down at him… He grinned evily and stood back up…He lauged at her and she grabbed his cock in one hand “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr” she mumbled…she pulled him out of the shower by his dick and walked him out to a chair and sat him down…….SHe went away and came back with some black lipstick and eyeliner…First though she forced him to pull a pair of black sheer pantyhose from her drawer and give them to her.. He did so and she took them greedily, and began to roll them up his legs…feeling how smooth they were while kissing along the way. She pulled away and got out her own silky black pantyhose and slid those on her long legs…before picking her make up back up again.

He laughed nervously, not knowing if to trust her so close to his eyes… (hey those pencil thingies are sharp!!)she took out a little knife and cut a hole in the pantyhose for a place for his dick and made a hole in the crotch of her own hose as well. SHe sat down on top of his penis and he entered her wet pussy..the nylon rubbing to gether…He groaned a little and kissed her on the lips… She pulled back and held up the make up…”Now hold still…” she said as she brought the eyeliner to his eyes…He tried to sit as still as he could as she applied it around his eyes…At least he was comfortable…A. was nice and warm…and tight..

She smiled and quickly applied lipstick to him , but before he knew it she slapped a collar around his neck with a leash attatched….He looked a little shocked and tried pulling away to no avail. She grinned wickedly and pulled on it gently choking him a little…Seeing no way to beat her he knew he must be submissive to her every wish .. She led him over to the bed and tied him down, tightening his collar just a little as she did so… She kissed him gently on his black lips and at the same time squeezed her cock in her soft hands….He arched his neck and moaned her name in pleasure.. She scooted down and posistioned her self over his hard dick….She slowly slid herself down onto it and felt it fill her…. She herself arched her neck as she began to grin on him and move her hips….He tried to get his hands free but it was of no use…he was helpless to her.he at least wished he could see her sexy little feet in her hose. He managed to thrust up into her matching her grinds to go deeper and deeper inside of her…She leaned over and kissed him before shooting straight up again…She got up off of him and he looked at her shocked wondering why she had stopped…She kissed his nylong encased thighs and made her way down to his feet and started to suck on his toes…he groaned slightly enjoying this…she smiled layed face down on skyler putting her feet in his face while she still suck on his toes… He needed no promtping and took her feet into his mouth…he almost came at the sight of her feet all wrapped in nylon..after a few minutes she took her feet from his mouth and placed them on his crotch and started to rub him…the pantyhose on her feet making a rubbing sound that drove him mad….He groaned as he just about felt himself cum but he held it back as she tightly pulled on the leash that was attatched to the collar around his neck… He gasped and she shook her head as if saying “no not yet” and pulled on the leash again hard… She led him over to a chair and sat him down in it…she tied his feet to the legs and his arms behind the chair… she gagged him with a handkercheif and tugged once more tightly on his leash before realising her grip on it to fondle his thighs in pantyhose…it was maddening to be able to look but not touch her….she laughed and hopped on the bed and took out a vibrator and started to use it on herself…She started moaning in pleasure.. “MMmmmmmmmmmm cum over here and kiss my feet” he tried to free himself to no avail…”I can”t!” she laughed “Oh well!” she continued to moan and place her nylon covered toes in his face taunting him… He was vigorously trying to get free…but no luck… She came in a fantastic sight… She pushed the vibrataor all the way inside of herself and began to caress her own pantyhosed legs…SHe arched her back and started to convluse alone on the bed… this continued for a few minutes while she was forced to watch…his hands tied up and unabled to masturbate…he almost cried…Tara waasn”t too cruel though and made her way back over to skyler after she recooperated and took her feet and placed them on his hard cock and massaged it for him …..all the time telling him “mmmmmmmmmmm cum on my foot….i want you to lick it off….CUm on my foot now!!!!” he did as ordered and came all over her toes and feet…She smiled and licked some up and then put her foot in his mouth and made him suck off the rest… “Now i have to run to the store…be a good boy and wait for me..” she left the room… Leaving him tied up to the chair in his pantyhose…

Sissy Dress Up Day #9

What are you doing this Friday night? Take a look at your panty hose and guess! That’s right: dildo training, butt-plug dancing, followed by a spanking session with the Mistress herself.

Sissies need discipline, regimens, regularity. Friday is your punishment day: it is also your dildo day. All day long you will be getting text messages from your Mistress: Put it in. Take it out. Put it in. Take it out.

I find it amusing to imagine you running   out of the office, to insert your super-dildo into your hole, and then after another message, running out again, pulling it out, and then after the next message, running out  again, putting it in again, text me back: “yes  mistress. I am your slave, mistress. I am your sissy slut, mistress….”

But this is just the daytime exercise. For the night, we have something different…

What Custom Made Pantyhose Recording can do!!

I received this email from one of my newest clients, after making him a custom audio tape – addressed to him, with specific dress fantasies,  focusing on pretty pretty pantyhose. Take a look!

Dear Mistress Alexa:

Just a quick email to let you know how I’m getting on with your recordings, combined with other publications, its seems like i’m increasingly losing sight and letting go of a life I thought I needed to live with work & other factors influencing me: to be a man etc. but at the expense of denying the feelings I had to dress up.

That was until I rediscovered my love of pantyhose and have felt once again the pleasure of nylon on my legs and when dressed these girlie feelings only intensify more and are now becoming increasingly pleasurable. I enjoy listening to your recordings especially when I’ve just finished work it helps me connect with my sissy side and this allows this side of me to become more accentuated, which usually means doing some housework, cooking and even going out to the shops whilst wearing panty’s & pantyhose… this is usually at the start of the evening… at some point later I might even call you Alexa and of course by that time I’m so horny and I’m acting like a slut… it just so overwhelming!

I recently had an experience of seeing a woman I didn’t know.. and couldn’t help thinking I’d like to be to look like her; with her beautifully styled hair that framed a round face; her dress was short and she was wearing boots & pantyhose.. I found myself watching her to see how she behaved and her mannerisms…. is this quite normal?

Your girl

Nikki