Country living
story by pantyhosebondageslave
When I was young I had an addiction to tights, I used to steal pairs of my sisters
tights at night and take them back to my bedroom. I can''t exactly remember how or when it started but it just sort of was. It didn''t take
long for my sisters to find out and they took great delight in teasing me about
it, despite this they would still allow me to "borrow" tights at night and to
pretend that they didn''t notice they were missing or that their lingere drawers
had been disturbed.
The problem came when my mother found a pair in a trunk in my bedroom, I''ve never
felt such embarrasement and for a long time since I didn''t touch any. Years passed
and I eventually married and this is where this story starts. I''d taken to going
for cycle rides to keep myself fit and this would take me on a tour of any and
every country lanes near where we lived. I tended to have a favourite route, but
this time I decided to turn down Mere Lane; an otherwise innocuous looking side
road from the main route out of town.
Soon the road turned into track and mud slowed me down on my bike, I was now well
out into the country and hadn''t passed a soul for twenty minutes. As I rounded
a corner I noticed a large house on my left, but my attention was caught by the
contents of the long washing line in the front garden. The line must have run
for twenty meters from an old apple tree to a large post near the front door.
All along this line were pair upon pair upon pair of tights, every colour and
denier you could imagine. This strange sight stirred feelings in me that I hadn''t
felt in years and without thinking, I dropped my bike and went into the front
garden with the sole aim of taking some of these tights - there must be a hundred
pairs there.
A great surge of adrenaline ran through me as I removed three pairs from the end
of the line nearest the track.
"What on earth are you doing" came a voice from the track
To my horror the apparent owner of the washing had come down the track not a few
minutes behind me and now I was caught in the act. A crazy act, that I had never
intended or planned. I felt so foolish.
"I''m really sorry, I just don''t know what came over me. Here I''ll put them
back"
"I think we''d better talk about this inside, or I''ll have to call the police."
What could I do, she was a petite lady in her early forties and she loooked like
she meant what she said. I put the tights back on the line, a little carelessly,
and followed her indoors.
"I really am very sorry" I said
The front door led into a hallway and we turned right into the kitchen.
"So what did you think you were doing?" she said
Honesty seemed the best policy here, "I was curioius about so many pairs of tights
on your line. When I was young I had little bit of a thing about tights and I
sort of couldn''t stop myself"
"That''s a little odd, but I don''t mind you know. Perhaps you should try a pair
on if it''s that important to you."
"I''m really embarrased about this," I said
"Come on, I think it''s best that you do."
So I followed her back into the hallway and up the stairs to a bedroom on the
first floor. She disappeared into another room and came back holding a single
pair of very sheer tan tights.
"If you take off your shoes and socks, I''ll show you how to put these on" she
said
"OK"
I sat on a chair in the corner of the room and slipped off my shoes and socks
as requested.
"OK, now you need to take off your trousers and panties"
"I can do this on my own" I didn''t know which way to look
"nosense, I wouldn''t have you going and laddering my best tights"
So I stripped and sat half naked on the chair. Slowly she rolled a leg of the
tights over her hands until it was all the way over her wrist, then she slipped
this over my left foot. I felt a surge run through me like a massive electrical
shock. She repeated the same with my right foot and then gradually pulled the
tights up over my calfs, my knees,
"Now stand up, but not too proud there!"
I did as I was told and the nylon slid over my thighs and bum. I felt a little
faint as she ran her hands over my legs straightening the nylon until it was even
and sheer. I can''t really explain the feeling but all those memories of childhood
came rushing back, I natuarlly became a little hard.
"So you really do like this then do you. God knows what I''m doing with a complete
stranger in my house."
"Thanks" was all I could manage
"You know we can do better than this. Wait a moment."
She went back out into the other room and soon returned with another pair of tights
in her hands.
"Now just trust me on this one. Like I''ve trusted you."
I noticed that the tights had the crotch cut out of them, and she slipped that
over my head, pulling both my arms into each of the legs. Then she pulled them
down to meet the tights around my waist. I was covered in nylon.
"one more"
She left and came back with another pair, these she pulled over my head. I was
overwhelmed with the feeling that this gave me, but still she stayed calm and
apparently uninterested in me.
"You know you look great, I bet it feels nice, sliding all over your skin. Do
you trust me now?"
"yes" I said
"OK, relax now and let me help you.I''m going to make it allright for you. Ok"
"yes"
"Come with me"
She led me into the adjoining room, which appeared to be her bedroom. She opened
a closet door and I could see that there were many hundreds
of pairs of tights stacked up, perhaps thousands.
"OK, now were''re going to put on a few more pairs."
She took a handful from the closet and started with my legs, these were thicker
tights and this time she pulled one leg of them over both my
legs, binding me up to the waist. Then she repeated the process pulling the leg
of another pair over my head, arms and chest.
"Still feel Ok"
"fine, great thanks"
I was starting to loose sight of her through the two layers of nylon over my face,
I could see more pairs waving in the air before me. More pairs going over my legs,
more pairs over my head. Gradually the tightness increased until I was hardly
able to move. She was wrapping more pairs around my ankles, my neck, securing
in place the other layers. Suddenly her voice changed in tone,
"Right you little pervert, that will learn you a lesson for stealing from my washing
line"
"What," I could hardly speak through the layers
"You''re going to make it up to me now. Now and for a long time to come, you little
pervert. You''re not getting out of those tights until I say so."
"mmph"
She started to rub her hands over my groin, even through the tightness I could
feel her touch, it felt like heaven. Suddenly she stopped, laughing and left the
room slamming the door behind her. I tried to move after her but quickly fell
to the floor, where I now lay. It has been hours since she left and there is absolutely
no way in which I can free myself. The desire burns within me but I cannot find
any release.
There is a flash of a camera and she''s back in the room again. It must be night
now, there''s no light outside.
"How are you feeling?"
"please let me go"
"I thought you liked my tights? There now," she rubs her hands on me again. This
time not stopping, only seconds pass before I almost black out with climax.
"You''re going to serve me now, that''s the only way you can make it up to me.
I''m not going to let you out of my tights but I might reduce the layers a little
for you, if you''re good."
Sweet relief as she frees me, down to one layer now.
"I don''t know what to say, thank you, but can I go?"
"Absolutely not," laughing, "imagine what the police would say. No your going
to look after me and I''ll look after you."
"I have a wife, I have to..."
"Silly boy, you should have thought of that before you went stealing from my washing
line"
"please"
"If I get any more lip, I''ll bag you up in my opaque tights and leave you for
a whole day."
I was weak with the pressure of the material on me for some hours, and weak from
her efforts on me. I gave myself over to my fate, for now, and just lay there
on the floor as she toyed with me. Now I understand the reasons for all those
tights on her line, but now it''s too late. I don''t think I''ll ever wear any
normal clothes again now, she only keeps me in tights. She only keeps me in tights.
I can''t move some days, if I''ve not pleased her, and other days it''s only one
layer. But always the tights. I have to wash and clean and hang out those tights
on her line each day. I will never be set free I think. But then the parties started.
Groups of women would come, always at night, and always with me for their entertainment.
I was caught between extreme pleasure and embarrasement, their laughter always
as they poked and tickled me as I lay there tied to a chair or a table. They too
were dressed from head to toe in tights, but for them it seemed different, normal,
they seemed to derrive most pleasure from seeing me trapped in nylon. Pleading
to be let free and then screaming in extacy as they made me cum and cum again.
Just remember next time you slip a pair from a laundry basket, or place that mail
order, there are stranger things out there and you may well end up like me. Trapped
in your own personal hell and heaven, wanting it to end and then overwhelmed with
the pleasure it brings. She never does tell me her name.
Story posted by pantyhosebondageslave
on Tuesday, June 22, 2004 @ 08:14:39 PDT
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Re: Country living (Score: 1)
by Nickfox on Monday, January 24, 2005 @ 01:39:52 PST
(User Info | Send a Message) | Hi
Pls i read your Story with GREAT Interest & it REALLY Turned me on! Pls if u want 2 contact me on @ nick_muscat@yahoo.co.uk or better still talk 2 me on Messenger! It be GREAT 2 Hear from u!
Take Care
Nick M
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