More Sexy Stockings

Nice Crop

Nice Tushy

Such a look!

Just plain 'Delicious'!

Prepared for Inspection

"Look at that sexy ass of yours!"  My wife told me as she stared into the mirror.  The transformation now complete, except for my 'clitty' which continues to give away my true arousal.  Somehow, my wife has conditioned me, being permanently encased in satin, lace, or leather, depending upon my Mistress' whim is now my fate.   "You'll be a fine cocktail waitress for my gathering on Saturday!  Won't our guests be surprised to see you all dolled up?  I guess that will be the last of your 'golf Sundays with the boys'!"  

I felt so humiliated, yet afraid to speak up, lest my renewed complaints again set off my wife's temper.

Succumbing to my Mistress

It has been a long road.  My denial of my fate long ago faded from my thoughts.  From a once proud man, I am now a sex-crazed harlot, and devoted to my Mistress.  A mere look from her eyes and I drop to my knees, and heed to her wishes.  It's as if she telepathically communicates every derective.  Somehow, I know what she wants, and I am powerless to withstand her desires, nor do I wish to as she is a Goddess, and I her loving & devoted servant.

She beckons to me and I come.  Her beautiful body awaiting me upon the dining room table.  I lean over her leg as she pulls my panties from my tush.  The feel of her touch as it gently runs along my skin, intoxicating.  My breasts already exposed per her wishes.

 

As she leans into me, I am pinned, and feel the security, knowing I am hers!

I am directed to lay on my back as my panties slowly are removed, exposing my pussy, already dripping with anticipation, longing for her touch.  I have become such a wanton harlot, and I love the excitement!

Turning me over, she teases me!  Her lips kissing my sensitive tushy.  My mind can't stand it!  I want her, and begin thinking about how I long to worship her tush.  But now mine juts into the air, offering myself to her, and longing for her to do as she wishes.  For now it seems, she merely wants to tease me...taunt my heart!

She whispers to me to stand, as her hands and lips continue their wicked/blessed temptations.  Luring me in as she does so expertly.  I am powerless in her presence.  Standing, my legs grow weak as I feel the need to drop to my knees.  The power she holds overwhelming.

Then her lips make their way to my breasts!  Oh, this is so unfair!  Since she gave me these they have caused me such torment!  Her lips on them send chills down my spine!  My heart melting, yet she says nothing, only a gentle nudge from her hands directing me which way to move.  My head feeling so light, my thoughts in an ethereal cloud!

Finally, she leans back, offering me her beautiful, soft globes of perfection.  My lips eagerly slide to her nipples, licking, suckling, and arousing as she taught me long and arduously over the preceding months.  Now I know just what she wants, and gain my happiness knowing I am hers, and am able to satisfy her needs.

My life now complete.  My former life as a male, a myth from the past.  Newfound happiness so sublime and perfect.  There is nothing I wouldn't do for her.  And nothing of myself that is hidden and not hers.  I savor every moment with her, and can think of nothing else.  My life is a nirvana unparalleled.

Finally! The end of the day!

Jumping into my car, I pull out into traffic returning home after a days work.  The traffic seemed to be inordinately bad as my anticipation for freedom was beyond control.  I had spent the entire day feeling my stockings, garter and thong under my suit.  Having found myself running my hands along my trousers under my desk anytime I felt nobody was watching.  The feel was incredible!  The anguish driving me wild!  I thought I was losing my mind as the seconds ticked away like molasses dripping.  My tongue dragging along my lips as my secret had me so aroused!  It was inescapable as my hand kept running down between my thighs, feeling the excitement I could not contain.




But now I was on my way.  The traffic now the anguish to my mind.  One hand on the wheel, the other running along my leg as my trousers are now open.


Pulling into the garage, closing it.  I am out of my car, half undressed before I dash inside.  Finally!  A sigh of relief as my hands now run along my body, covered only in the lingerie I had dressed in this morning before work.  Feeling like the ropes tieing me down had been released.  I am free!

 My hands unable to control themselves, after having to withstand the temptation all day.  One now reaching between my legs.  OH my body feels so incredible!  

A flash runs through my mind, followed by a coquettish giggle.  I scamper into my bedroom, and begin taking everything off.  Time to play dress-up!  

As the smile overtakes my face, I begin singing to myself.  An adorable pink ensemble looks perfect for my mood!  I bite my lip as I slowly slip the stockings up my long smooth legs.  My thumb slides under the bow at the top, as my body feels so alive and girly.  I can't hold back the giggles as I then close my eyes, fall back upon the bed, and savor the feeling.

  

Oh this is glorious, this feeling of euphoria sweeping through me!  My hands running over the material!  My emotions welling up within me!  My heart feels like its going to burst!

Grabbing my tushy, and running my hands slowly over it, I begin to think of the fun I can have tonight, alone and my toys.  Imagining who could show up unannounced, and explore our secret desires together!  Oh, it is so delicious!

Just a few of my favorite things

Of course Cuban heels just cause me to go wild!

Just to dress in them causes my tush to sway as I feel so excited!  There I go!  I am calling my behind a tush!  But they do frame the behind so well!  And when wearing them in sexy heels, you can't help but feel your hips sway from side-to-side in a rhythmic tempo.  Just thinking about it causes me to want to more and more.  I am finding myself wearing them regularly under my suit during the day.  The feel, knowing it is there as I call meetings into my office drives me crazy!



Then there is my addiction to the tush itself!  Aahh, paradise.  The soft curves, watching it move with such grace, and imagining it just barely covered by a short dress or skirt, waiting to be kissed or worshiped.

And of course, once I am completely adorned, and succumbing on my knees, I feel myself the submissive in a lesbian longing.  I can not withstand the desire for being a little slut to another female.  Is there anything wrong with this?  The more I think about it, the more I need it, and can not stop until I have it.  And once I do, I want it more, and more often!