An Adventure with Pantyhose: Practices sin Pain
New Orleans has mostly blessed me with the company of so many willing masochists I almost forgot about the other corner of my desires, fetishes with the absence of pain. Sometimes it takes meeting a special someone with a special desire you would have never have thought to have given a try. A few weeks back I met a gentleman who was not into pain but was into bondage and particularly bondage encasement within panty hose. This request piqued my interest.
Let me rewind a little bit and tell you a little about myself and my journey in acquiring interest and skills and desires along my journey. My desire to be a Dominatrix blossomed once I discovered the joy of (consensually) humiliating others. I loved seeing what I could dangle in front of a submissive to get them to comply with humiliating and painful predicaments. As my interest and desire developed and as those I was playing with communicated their desires I found myself experimenting with new things that I would have never dreamed up on my own. Beyond my desire to inflict pain and humiliation on others I found that there were a myriad of desires that I enjoyed through the people I was engaging with.
Long story short, I learned about my interest in fetish through the kindness and guidance of submissives.
Back to the pantyhose. I love wearing pantyhose, I love seducing another human while wearing pantyhose. I love lifting up a skirt and slowly sliding down a silky pair of stockings down another person’s body. I love the softness of my body being gently squeezed into pantyhose. There really is nothing like the sight of a women bending over in pantyhose and nothing else. In all of my stocking love I never once considered how much fun it would be to encase someone in stockings.
The gentleman standing in front of me that day a few weeks back was so enthusiastic, open and well-mannered about presenting his fetish, leaving me intrigued. We began with a shower, as I always ask everyone to shower and come to me fresh to play. I pulled on the pair of black thick shimmer toes panty hose he politely asked to wear during our time together. I slid his fresh skin (clean skin is so sexy to me) legs first into a leg of pantyhose all the way up to his waist while he lay on my chaise. I slid another pair over his arms. Tied down and unable to move encased in silky stockings my captive endured a torturous tease and denial. I pulled another pair over his legs again and at his delicate, begging request I slid inside the pantyhose with him. I found a moment of bliss laying and writhing in those panty hose. It was a moment that is suspended in time and a moment I may have never thought of on my own had this gentleman not filled out my contact form.
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I wanted to write about this because I wanted to illustrate the diversity of my practice that may not be entirely evident as my obsession with being a sadist can drive a lot of the imagery and language of what I put out into the world. I want to invite more people to learn about the virtues of being a pegging bottom, the beauty of sensation play, the healing powers of age role play and other fetishes that don’t exclusively exist in pain.
This sweet session was a reminder of the many arena’s that I enjoy inhabiting and am inspired by in this freaky, fun profession. The next day I had a photoshoot planned and I changed my look to a simple pantyhose and bralette, a sweet reminder of the day before captured forever in a photoshoot. This calling, being a Dominatrix, has been nothing short of a gift in discovery. The joy in getting to take the time to get to know one’s self through others is an endless gift in discovery.