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Notes to the readers
Hi all,
This is my first work as an erotic story writer. English is not my first language so I hope you will give me a bit of indulgence about my errors.
It is chapter one of the story and I am looking forward to hear constructive comments and ideas.
Happy reading.
Chapter 1
Katie, 43 years old from London, married since she was 23 with her first college crush. With a 19yo son already studying away from home and with her husband not giving her enough attentions, she decided to just focus on her job, her career and friends and… lust.
One aspect that distinguished her by most of her friends, was that she has an addiction for nylon; such a big one that she is constantly looking for the perfect style for her hosiery, matching nylon with the right panties, and bras; looking for sheer and silky textures which could return her amazing feelings.
She started to wear pantyhose when she was a teen as part of her secondary school uniform and grew addicted to it while discovering her sensuality. She never stopped wearing it.
Her favourite choice was suntan seamless 20den pantyhose by a famous Italian brand.
During college time she had various sapphic experiences and she founds out how good it was to have her soles licked, her toes sucked especially when she was wearing nylon; she liked the idea to be pampered, she was certainly a dominant woman.
When Nick, her son, become a teenager, she decided to get back studying, she got a master degree and she obtained a position as teaching assistant at a local college.
Obviously, getting back in the environment in which she had most of her sensual discoveries in the past, triggered in her the need to find out if she was still capable of getting all the attentions she had before marring; if her legs and feet still deserved the attentions they use to have.
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Sarah was always a popular girl in school, especially as captain of the dance team, but after she submitted from the pressure from her parents to go to the very prestigious college that the both of them have gone to, she founds herself in an istanbul travesti unfamiliar place *very* far away from home.
At least being on her own actually let her express herself. She always liked her dance tights, and now she was free to wear nylon without judgement, at least from her friends. So she founds herself wearing hose a bit more…..black nylons under her shorts, or skirts….she even sometimes wore suntan pantyhose under her jeans….
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That was it. After 6 months waiting for an email, finally the Imperial college replied and accepted Katie’s application for a role as teaching assistant. She was so happy and nervous at the same time as she never taught at that level.
She went to sleep earlier after having checked the dating site she recently joined: it was not the usual type of dating service; it was a fetish app where partners were matched upon specific kinks each users have to share.
Katie added all what she could think of: pantyhose, nylon, stockings, legs, feet, light-bondage, humiliation, mistress, submissive, spanking… The list was really long.
In the first weeks of membership, she did not accept any of the matches as they were “just” 75% compatible with her kinks. Maybe she was lacking confidence… this time, the same day she got the job she was dreaming for, there she was, Sarah, a 99% match; a submissive girl, with the same fetishes, open to be used by a mature lesbian woman.
It didn’t take Katie long to click on the small envelope and send her a message: “nice legs but you should try suntan pantyhose – Katie”.
She switched off her laptop and went to sleep.
-Sarah-
Freedom. Wonderful, terrifying freedom. That’s what Sarah felt as she sat down in front of her desk, closing her eyes with a sigh. Her overbearing parents weren’t happy with her choice of school, especially with how far away from them it put her, but reluctantly agreed, considering how exclusive it was.
Sarah had her doubts when she applied, of course…All of her friends had chosen something more local, but something about being alone, and maybe… free istanbul travestileri to be herself drew her away from home. It’s certainly why she was reluctantly opening up the fetish site she signed up for in a fit of horniness before she moved away.
She tried to brush it off when she saw the notification in her emails that she had an ‘Unbelievable!’ match on the site, but her curiosity got the better of her.
‘Holy shit, I got a response from another girl?’ She thought to herself, her heart beating a bit faster, almost peeling her shorts and panties down her legs, before scurrying towards her dresser. She pulls open her (abnormally stacked) hosiery drawer, quickly finding a pair of suntan pantyhose, just like Katie had asked.
Even with her excitement, Sarah had made sure to take care as she slid the nylon up her legs, desperate to avoid any runs from blemishing the silky fabric. She reached down and grabbed her shorts, sliding them back up her legs, the waistband of the pantyhose still peeking out from above them and stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, holding her right leg forward slightly. She grabbed her phone and pointed it at her reflection, making sure to hide the top half of her body before snapping a picture.
Her heart starts to pound as she looks over the message that she’s about to send to this complete stranger.
‘Like this?’ She types out, her fingers trembling slightly as she hits the attach button, adding the photo, and after what felt like minutes of hesitation, she finally hits ‘send’.
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The night was full of wet dreams for Katie; she did not remembered the details of any unfortunately but when she woke up, she was sweaty and horny and the first thing she did was to check her dating app avoiding her husband.
A new message was there waiting for her; she opened it and together with her message there was a photo of the bottom part of Sarah’s body.
She was wearing a pair of shorts and suntan pantyhose as she demanded her. Her legs were perfectly defined by the smooth and silky nylon; her foot arched.
What to do now? Katie travesti istanbul pondered the next actions: she has to ask Sarah something soon to don’t loose the moment. It was not difficult to express her wishes. She has been wondering what to do for ages before the match happened so she already had a list of instructions she was going to submit one by one to her aspiring slave. Tasks to evaluate the degree of commitment of the girl that may become her full-time submissive cunt muncher.
She started to type…
“well well well, my dirty little Sarah likes to obey to mature women? I certainly like it! I am going to test you in the next few days. If you’ll pass the trial I will accept you as my personal submissive slut.
Now I read in your profile that you are a college student. As such you have to follow a dress etiquette, but usually it can be bended and you will certainly have to. As I need your total obedience, in your next message you will share your phone number and we will text each other there.
Now as you will certainly read this before going to lessons, I want you to wear you uniform with suntan hose, the same you used last night, no panties, no bra… No questions. Do it and send me a proof.
I know that the etiquette requires you to wear black hose but Mary, the lady at the entrance, will make an exception if you’ll let her see your nylon feet.
So walk through the entrance keeping your shoes in one hand. Make a big smile to Mary
I look forward to see your photos and read about your feelings. Chat with you soon. Miss Katie”.
With that message sent, she took a long relaxing shower, applied her body cream spending longer time than usual pampering her pussy, releasing her horniness with a powerful orgasm.
She had breakfast while wearing a white bathrobe, than, she went to her room to decide what to wear… no panties and a pair of suntan pantyhose 20den seamless with high waist band. That was her choice for the underwear. She liked how Sarah appeared in those nylon and she wanted to be as gorgeous as her newbie submissive slut.
She finally took a blue dress, acceptable for her role and sexy enough to get attention.
Her husband was at home and smiled to see her so happy, without knowing the real reasons behind that and without feeling the need to explore her long shaped legs with his hands something she definitely loved.
They kissed goodbye and she took the car to drive to her new job-place.
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