Charles was sitting as his desk on a lazy Friday afternoon. It had been a stressful week and he was looking forward to the long weekend. All of a sudden his computer beeped. It was a special beep that alerted him that an inter-office e-mail had been sent.

He wasn't looking forward to any new problems cropping up this late on a Friday.

He was surprised to see that the e-mail was from me the new head of his office.

He hadn't had many interactions with me since my arrival two months ago.

Charles had been dealing mostly with my assistants.

The e-mail I sent was short and rather curt. "Please see me in my office tonight at 6:30 pm. Please be prompt."

Charles' first reaction was dismay. He had planned to be home by 6:30 enjoying his first martini. But he was also intrigued. The office was usually clear of everyone by 5:30pm on Fridays. What could I possibly want at that hour he wondered?

Charles always notices when I arrive in the morning.

I always wore smartly tailored business suits. They are expensive and have one thing in common. The skirts are always very short. At least three inches above the knee. And I always wear sheer, shiny pantyhose. Sheer black or suntan Wolford pantyhose depending on the color of my business suit that day.

And I always wear very expensive matching calf skin pumps with at least 4 inch heels.

Once at a meeting I caught Charles staring at my legs which were clad in shiny tan Satin Touch Wolford pantyhose.

His delight quickly turned to embarrassment as he noticed I was staring back at him coldly.

It might have been different had he interacted with me everyday but he didn't and he had other things on his mind. He’d only seen me at a few meetings since my arrival.

But he couldn't help but be secretly intrigued by me...this powerful woman who although she dressed in a relatively conservative way, still exuded a mysterious sex appeal.

It my legs he would later confess! Always clad in sheer, sexy, shiny nylon.

I run every other day and Charles was intrigued by my well defined, muscular calves.

Charles' mind drifted from my e-mail to my feet and legs as he sat waiting.

He wondered what it might be like if one day I allowed him to slip off one of my pumps and drink in the wonderful fragrance of my feet after a day in my expensive leather pumps.

Suppose I might actually allow him to massage my slightly damp foot and he inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of my foot. Maybe I might even let him kiss my perfectly manicured toes through the damp, fragrant, sheer nylon.

Maybe I might even allow him to rub his face with the nylonned soles of my feet. And what if.............suddenly he was jolted back to reality by the ring of the phone. It was my secretary calling to remind him of the meeting at 6:30pm. He thanked her for calling and hung up.

The meeting was only an hour away.

His mind drifted back to my legs and feet. He wondered if one day he would actually be able to tell me of his desire to be dominated by a woman such as myself. A strong confident woman. A powerful and beautiful woman.

One day Charles hoped to meet a woman who he could share all of his fantasies with. He wanted to meet a woman who was beautiful and powerful and sexy. And who would totally dominate him and take charge. And who, would be turned on sexually by all of the power she wielded over him. And most important; a woman who wore the sexiest pantyhose on the market. Wolford pantyhose. Would he ever meet such a woman? Did a woman like that exist?

But all that would have to wait. It was 6:29pm. He rose from his desk and walked the 50 feet or so to my corner office.

I was waiting for him and greeted him with a polite smile. I was dressed in one of my smart business suits as usual. It was a bone colored tailored suit with very subtle pin striping.

I was wearing matching calfskin pumps with 5 inch heels. And my nylons were as usual, silky sheer, suntan Satin Touch Wolford pantyhose.

As I turned and walked to my desk Charles noticed that my pantyhose had seams. His pulse quickened a bit.

I sat down at her desk and shuffled a few papers and started talking about some of Charles' projects and how much I was pleased with his work. I went on about some of his other work but he wasn't listening. His gaze was fixed upon my legs and feet and shoes and my beautiful shiny pantyhose all of which he could see quite clearly under my ultra modern glass-top desk. He could see everything! And it was beautiful!

"Charles!!!!! What are you looking at?????" Suddenly he was aware that I was yelling at the top of my lungs.

"What in the hell are you looking at Charles? Do you like what you see?"

"Charles, why are you staring at my legs? Is this the way you conduct yourself in a meeting with a superior?"

Charles started to apologize but the words wouldn't some out. He struggled to say something.

All of a sudden I rose from her desk and walked to the front of it and sat down on the edge of it directly in front of where he was sitting. As I sat down her skirt rode up my powerful legs revealing my of my pantyhose clad thighs.

Now my beautiful legs were just a few feet in front of him. He stared at them again. He looked at how shapely and defined they were and how the light glistened upon the nylon. There was a delicious sheen to my legs. Charles was light headed.

Suddenly his face stung! I had slapped him!

"Charles! You are staring at my legs again!"

Finally he managed a few words.

"I'm sorry Aysia. This is not like me. I'm terribly sorry. It won't happen again. I don't know what got in to me...I'm terribly sorry."

I got up and walked towards door. I locked it and returned.

I walked back and faced him and said simply, "Charles, please remove all of your clothing! NOW!"

He was taken aback.

"Excuse me?" he mumbled meekly.

"You heard, get undressed and do it now!"

I smacked his face again. And again. It stung but secretly was suddenly excited.

He started to take of his suit coat and then his tie. His shirt followed.

"Faster!" I yelled. "Everything off!" I smacked his face again!

Suddenly he was standing totally nude before me. His cock was slowly starting to harden. I was standing in front of the desk.

"Kneel down in front of me!"

He complied.

I then grabbed his hair and jerked his head up and bent over and with her face just inches from his she whispered to him "You like my legs do you? We are going to see how much you do Charles!"

Suddenly he was aware that I was starting to undress too! His mind raced. What did I have in mind? What was going to happen?

In a minute or so I was standing in front of him.

"Look at me Charles!"

He looked up.

He caught his breath. He felt slightly dizzy. Standing before him was the woman that he had been fantasizing about an hour and a half ago. No! Standing there was the woman he had been fantasizing about all his adult life.

I was totally nude except for my sheer, shiny, sheer to the waist Satin Touch pantyhose and my high heeled pumps. I was standing there with my legs apart; standing like I was straddling a ditch.

He couldn’t help but notice through the sheer nylon that my cunt was shaved except for a faint vertical strip of pubic hair .... and he couldn't help but notice as he glimpsed quickly at my beautiful cunt that it appeared to be wet. A wet spot was forming on the silky nylon crotch of my pantyhose.

He also noticed that my beautiful full breasts appeared to be moving. I was breathing heavily. The air conditioning had been turned down and there was a sheen of perspiration starting to form on my lovely smooth skin.

I turned down the lights in the office.

Again; "Look at me Charles! Do you like what you see?"

I had once again grabbed his hair and was holding his head up.

Finally he gathered some courage. "Yes, as a matter of fact I do," he smiled.

I smacked his face again. "Don't get smart with me Charles! I am going to teach you a lesson."

I know how to break you of this disgusting habit you have of staring at me Charles. We are going to start now. If you like looking at me that's exactly what you are going to do...starting now!"

"Stare at this!"

Suddenly I had jumped up lightly and had seated myself on her glass topped desk. Her legs were slightly parted. My beautiful cunt exposed. The shiny suntan nylon gleaming on my freshly shaven legs. My expensive pumps dangling from my feet. He was aware of the scent of new leather and perspiration from my feet.

"Come closer Charles and look at my pretty cunt! That's what you wanted isn't it?"

Without hesitation he moved closer, still on his knees.

"Closer Charles! Put your face right up to my cunt and stare at it! But DO NOT touch it! Don't you dare!"

He moved even closer and as he did I grabbed his hair again and pulled his head until his face was just and inch or two from my shaven, wet cunt.

He was in heaven.

"Just look at it!" I ordered. "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes I do,” he said as he stared at my pantyhose covered cunt.

He inhaled deeply. The fragrance of her womanhood and perfume mixed with wet nylon was too much to bear.

I smacked him again! "I want you to address me as Mistress. That is how you will address me,” I said.

“Now try again. Do you like what you see Charles?"

"Yes Mistress, I do."

I smiled. "That's more like it Charles."

"Charles; would you like to kiss my beautiful cunt through my pantyhose? And don't forget to address me properly when you answer."

"Yes Mistress."

"Yes what Charles? Ask permission"

"Yes Mistress, may I please have permission to kiss your beautiful cunt?"

"Yes Charles. You have permission to kiss my cunt. Do it now! You may kiss my cunt. And don‘t forget to lavish the proper attention on my silky pantyhose."

His head was swimming. He moved hesitantly towards my lovely parted legs. It was warm in the office now and he was again even more aware of the musky scent of my perspiration and perfume ... he was intoxicated.

His lips moved towards my cunt; his hands holding my nylon covered thighs. Slowly he kissed her cunt. He nuzzled his mouth all over my nylon covered crotch as he breathed heavily.

"That's enough!" I exclaimed.

She just sat there ... silent.

He waited.

"Charles, stand up and help me up on this desk."

He stood up and I said "I want to stand on top of the desk; help me."

"Yes Mistress," he said.

He took my hand as I stood up on the office chair and then climbed up on the desk.

I walked towards to the front of the desk and faced the door.

"Charles, stand in front of me!"

He did as he was told...standing before me.

Again stood with my legs straddled. This time further apart.

"Charles...would you like to kiss my pantyhose?"

He knew how to answer.

"Yes Mistress, may I have permission to kiss your silky pantyhose?"

"Yes Charles...you may kiss my pantyhose. I want you to worship me. I want to you to worship my pantyhose and my cunt and my legs. But first I want you to feel them....run your fingers along them first...feel how smooth and silky they feel."

I didn't have to ask him twice.

Suddenly he was gliding his hands up and down my beautiful nylonned legs...the feeling of the nylon was exquisite. He moved his hands up and down both legs...rejoicing at the silky texture of the nylon.

"That's enough Charles..now kiss them...kiss my pantyhose and my cunt."

"Yes Mistress," he answered.

His lips moved towards my thighs. He kissed the nylon on both thighs...moving back and forth quickly. He allowed his tongue to caress the silky smooth nylon that covered my powerful thighs and my crotch. I shuddered as he worked his tongue over the silky nylon.

"That's it Charles...take your time and be gentle. Kiss my pantyhose...kiss them all over. I want you to worship my pantyhose!"

"Yes Mistress."

He bent down and moved towards my feet. He kissed the tops of my feet which were still in my shoes.

As he was kissing my right foot I bent the foot slightly as if to stand on the ball of my foot and as I did my heel came out of the shoe slightly and was partially exposed.

He caught a whiff of the shoe leather and perspiration...the shoes were new and they smelled wonderful.

"Charles, kiss my feet! Kiss all of them. Bathe them with your tongue Suck the nylon!"

He lifted my right foot completely out of my shoe and held it on his face.

The fragrance made him woozy. He was sure he was in heaven! Slowly he moved the bottom of my damp fragrant foot slowly over his face. His tongue moved rapidly over the nylon covered sole.

He then took her foot and covered all of my beautifully manicured toes with his mouth. He was now sucking on them.

"Don't neglect the other foot Charles!"

He complied, taking all of my nylon covered toes of my left foot and inserting them into his mouth.

Suddenly I exclaimed, "Charles, look at yourself!"

I was pointing at his stiff cock.

He looked down at his cock.

A string of clear pre-cum was hanging from his excited cock.

"Come here Charles,” I said. “Let's get you cleaned up. Don't you dare dribble on my carpet."

"Yes Mistress."

He moved closer to her and as he did I knelt down and grabbed his cock. Using my hand I slowly worked it around the head of his cock until I had wiped all of the clear pre-cum off the head.

I then inserted my fingers in my mouth and slowly licked the sticky, salty pre-cum off my fingers.

"Ummmm...thank you Charles!"

"What should we do now Charles?"

"I don't know Mistress."

"Charles...come over here and kneel down again!"

He complied, kneeling before me.

"Bend your head back Charles."

I moved behind him and straddled his face with my thighs ... his face looking up once again at my beautiful nylon covered cunt.

Slowly I tightened my thighs around his head and as I did I pushed my now wet cunt closer to his face and mouth.

"Grab my legs Charles."

He grabbed both of my nylon clad legs as I slowly tightened her thighs around his face. His face was now smothered by my thighs and my cunt.

I was now moving my thighs back and forth frantically and everytime I did his face was pushed further into my cunt. He knew he was in heaven now.

Finally after what seemed like an eternity I relaxed the pressure. He looked up ... to see my smiling face.

"Charles...I want you to lie back on the carpet and close your eyes."

"Yes Mistress."

He lay back on the soft carpet in the office and without being told to he closed his eyes.

I got up and turned on the office stereo...classical music poured from the speakers. I turned it down to where it was barely audible.

He was still lying on the carpet...eyes closed.

"Charles! Look up!"

I was standing straddle legged again..this time directly over him. My glorious nylon covered legs and cunt must have looked even more powerful than ever to him.

"Charles...as long as you and I work together, this is how I will always appear to you. Tall, strong, powerful and always in command. You will always be beneath me. I will always dominate you with my beauty, my femininity and my sexuality. My cunt is your superior Charles. You will always worship me and my nylon covered femininity. Do you understand that.?"

"Yes Mistress. I understand. I am here to serve you from this day forward."

"Thank you Charles. Are you ready to offer your cum tribute to your Mistress and her pantyhose?"

"Yes Mistress, I am ready."

"Ask me properly Charles!"

"Mistress, may I have your permission to offer my cum as a tribute to your power and beauty?"

"That was wonderful Charles...you have my permission."

With that she lowered my pantyhosed ass and cunt on his face. At the same time I also lowered my head towards his throbbing cock at the same time I brushed my long silky hair back and forth across his hard cock.

Once again pre cum was oozing from his cock and it was clinging to my hair.

I continued to grind my pantyhosed cunt and ass onto his willing mouth.

I slowly started to move my warm soft mouth down on his cock. Slowly at first. My tongue flicking the head of his tender cock. Slowly flicking...back and forth in a teasing way. Stopping only to blow some of her hot breath on his cock.

And then in an instant I took all of his cock in my mouth....furiously working my mouth up and down the shaft...gobbling all of it...stopping to lick his balls...then back to his cock....he was at the same time devouring my dripping cunt through my pantyhose....his tongue working frantically at my pubic mound....his lips working back and forth across nylon covered cunt....his hot breath on my hot cunt which seemed as though it was on fire and wet...oh so wet!

And then it was over...a volcano of cum bursting forth...my mouth gobbled the hot juices greedily.

I swallowed most of it. He looked up and saw me looking back at him ...smiling...cum seeping from the corners of my mouth.

We lay on the carpet for what seemed like an eternity...spent and exhausted.

And then finally I spoke.

"Charles?"

"Yes Mistress?"

"Charles; are you available for a meeting this weekend at my place? I have some new pantyhose I want to show you."


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