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Your black silk stockings hung seductively over the chair.
The folds of your fabric darkened more in some places than others.
They were still warm,for only a few moments before you were still wearing them.
Then you enticed him to take them off for you, with his teeth.
Innitally you sat on the bed. You at one end and him at the other,with both pairs of playing footsie.
Then you thrusted your silk clad foot into his mouth. Then you insisted on him kissing your feet,as your voice turned from one of a polite request into a postulation.
You imperiously demanded he do as you said.
He complied,as he kissed the silken fabric of your sole,as you know that his soul would do anything for you.
Then he started to pull the stocking off with his teeth,as the silken texture of the hose stretched out,till you gently rolled the seemed silk off.
Then you ordered him to smell it.
He obliged
The silken texture gave off the aroma which was so like the odour of the boots you were wearing only a little time before. It's a pity he did not get to taste the leather of your boots,but you had all night...
The silk stocking dangled from the end of your foot till,finally it fell off.
He then sucked your toe,before he had the ball of your foot run down the side of his face.
Your foot ran down his frame,over his chest,over his nipples,over his body,till,it reached your sensitivity.
It felt so good. He lifted your foot back up,and sensually kissed the ball of your foot,and your heels.
You reached for the black stocking,and enticingly dangled it in the air,as he went to smell its aroma. He learned forward and you intently looked each other in the eye.
Your eye's diluted as it became clear,you were the mistress and he was the pupil.
You vigorously pushed him onto the mattress with your feet,ordering him to lie spread eagled on the bed,as the cock of the north rose with the dawning of a new day.
You then moved up the bed and twined the silk stockings around his wrist,and then around the other.
Then you tied them to the bed post,so,he was fettered. You knew that he was obedient to your love; obedient to your silk stockings,like he always was,and always will be,as once more,you whipped him into a frenzy...

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STEPH HERRINGTONIO HAS ASSUMED THE MORAL RIGHT TO BE RECOGNIZED AS THE AUTHOR OF THIS WORK


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