Since I can remember, I have always felt attracted to that perfect showcase of femininity, that mesmerizing piece of clothing that both hides and tantalizingly exposes Women's precious body. The black pantyhose, specially, has always made me dreamy with a vague morbid longing that only now I begin to understand... and follow. For a long time it has been the object of my stares in the street, at work, wherever a delicious Lady used it to accentuate Her superior attractive. I have kissed it and sucked it under professional Dominas of adorable cruelty, as they whispered in my ear what a lowly slut I was... But only today did I go as far as wearing this shrine of femininity over my skin.

This afternoon I bought a Wolford pantyhose, black satin opaque, medium size, of polyamide and nylon. It was expensive, but its sheer fabric seemed too enticing to ignore. I inmediately put it on in the toilettes, and for the rest of the afternoon I wore it as I did my shopping in town. How many new experiences awaited me…

First of all, my legs and buttocks began to have a climatic life of their own. They would sweat in a warm place, warming the hose; the same hose would lovingly cool as I went to a more temperate place. I felt my legs much more, naked under my trousers, constantly, relentlessly massaged by the high-quality polyamide. I was aware of the permanent soft pressure of the hose on every inch of my skin, eroticizing it, making me feel more and more femenine. How could Women ever not be aware of Their divine body under this garment?

Believe me, if you need to wear pantyhose, buy from an Expensive brand. The strength and softness of the fabric, the hypnotic shine, the permanent caressing embrace of your legs will transport you to another world. As I sit now and feel it on my legs, I sense as if a Mistress' demanding will materialize in its sheer material, seducing me, calling me to kneel down, to feel Her hypnotized slut, deprived of will, longing to be touched, disciplined, used, perverted. I now understand why some slaves are instructed to wear it every day… it slowly weakens my masculinity, making me touch it, regard it, feel it, until I need to succumb to its dark perverting power.