– I’m going to teach you how to put on stockings. You see, these are seam stockings. It must be very straight behind the leg for a beautiful result. Take a good look at how to put it on correctly..
Intimidated, I start with the right leg. I pass my foot, calf, I reach the thigh. Some trial and error, a few adjustments and finally the seam is straight, the elegant result.
- Now, hang my garters.
You remove your negligee, reveal the top of your thigh to me and explain the manipulation to me. Manipulation that I succeeded on the first try to your great astonishment.
– Behind now.
You turn around, reveal your butt. What special moments. I touched your foot, caressed your calf, brushed against your thigh, and here I am with your beautiful curves twenty centimeters from the face. The fabric falls, you laugh. You play with me when hanging the suspender on the stocking. Eventually, I succeed.
- More, tell me, do you know how to massage your feet?. You wrote to me about this, I believe.
- I have never done it, but i watched videos.
A doubtful pout, you sit back down and hold out your bare foot to me. I try some movements, timidly. A Mistress's foot, is it fragile? You scold me.
– I don’t feel anything. Try something different.
I try another move. I'm afraid of doing wrong, and I'm not doing you any good.
– It’s rubbish, I don't feel anything !
I try the last move I saw done, holds your foot firmly, press my two thumbs underneath, go down and up along your plantar furrow.
- It's better, put more force into it.
I squeeze as hard as I can, I strive to satisfy you. I guess you are dissatisfied. A cet instant, I feel lost and deeply unhappy.
– I’m going to teach you another move.
I massage your pads with a rolling motion of my thumbs. At least, Does this have the merit of not displeasing you?.
– Try the other foot. With the bottom, your fingers will slide better.
That is true, it's easier, But even though, your judgment is final, I have everything to learn. I thought I would succeed, and those ten minutes spent trying to please you are a fiasco, your look makes me feel it. I'm afraid I've ruined everything.
– Put me on the other stocking.
Phew, something I have already achieved. And yet. The negative emotions that have just passed through me have a bad influence on my actions. I grope, believe you will succeed, and oh-la-la, the seam zigzags horribly. I take it back down, adjusts it under your mockery. The turn of the suspenders. You are ready, desirable.
– Put me on my pumps.
I run, always a little lost, confused mind. You spoke to me, but I didn't understand. Upright, in front of me you remove the last pliers.
- Stick out your tongue.
And hop, a clip on the tongue. I can't keep my mouth shut anymore. You pinch my nipples. My penis is regaining strength. Another funny device with its remote control. A ligature at the base of the penis, another at the base of the glans. Tingles run through my penis. It's nice, and I get hard again.
- Come.
You bind me to the chains that hang from the ceiling.
Scratches.
Tickling.
I live again under your fingers. It feels so good to squirm and moan, laugh again. Suddenly, I stiffen. You just bite my sore side with your teeth and you continue up and down, exactly where the pliers were. I moan, souffle. You are merciless, move to the other side.
– Oh, you drool over yourself !
Testimony of W.
