Continuing Confessions of a Pantyhose Slut

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.

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.