Stocking Fetish Phone Sex
My lingerie and stockings Niteflirt line got broken in last night by a charmingly horny Englishman who’d just arrived at work. He had three of my favorite kinks: a love of stockings, a fascination with tease and denial, and a desire to be ordered to masturbate. He wasn’t into directed stroking as much as the idea of being forced to masturbate and told where and when to come, having to beg for it…
Sound familiar?
Right.
We chatted for a few minutes about when we’d each gotten interested in stockings and in T&D… His was a lifelong obsession, and in turn I told him about my experimental teenage goth years and how fishnets and lacy black panties led to corsets and silky sheer hold-ups. (My thing about slit skirts dates back to the Black Eyeliner Days when I’d show flashes of fishnets or black pantyhose underneath an ankle-length skirt slit to mid-thigh.)
So he found me in the office, in a crisp white blouse and a knee-length black pencil skirt with a back slit (you might have seen it around here), with nude stockings held up by black garters underneath. My stockinged feet were tucked into black leather pumps. He was sitting in front of my desk and I knew he wanted me.
I ordered him not to touch his cock yet. First rule of phone domination: The one thing they need the most, the thing they crave to be forced to do, first deny them, then make them beg for it.
I just love hearing guys beg.
Instead, I told him to stroke the inside of his thigh, stopping right before he reached his balls. He was to keep stroking while I teased him with glimpses of my stocking tops stretched by my black satiny garter straps. I stroked the nylon, telling him how smooth it felt against my fingers. I ran my hands over the stockings stretched out over my soft bare legs… snapped my garter strap… asked him if he wanted to touch his cock yet.
“No, you don’t get to touch your cock yet. Keep stroking.” Yeah… keep stopping short.
I made him tell me how much he wished it was my stockinged thigh he was stroking. I could hear the need in his voice. (I fucking love that.) I lifted the hem of my skirt to tease him more. Oh, and then I made him beg. He begged to touch my garter strap. Not me - not my bare skin - not my nylon-encased leg. My garter strap, smooth and shiny, black satin stretched flat against my thigh.
I let him. He was practically trembling.
I kicked off my black leather high heeled shoes and wiggled my toes inside my stockings. He could just make out the color of my pedicure through the nylon. (Red, of course. Matches my hair.)
And did he want to lick them? I didn’t care; I wanted them licked, dammit. And sucked. Through the nylon.
I’m sure he knew they’d be salty with sweat. My feet had been inside my shoes all day.
He was so, so good.
Good enough to be rewarded.
I ran my foot along his thigh and held it poised right above his cock. He told me it was starting to leak.
I could hear it in his voice.
“Please, please, may I stroke my cock?”
I thought he wanted to be ordered? Hah!
I made him beg. I had to hear it, wanted him to make me believe how much he wanted to feel my stockinged foot on his cock. No footjob for this guy… why should I make an effort? He was perfectly capable of jacking himself. I rested my foot against his shaft and wiggled my nylon-covered toes against the head of his cock. I pressed the arch of my foot against the side of his cock and rubbed just enough for him to feel a hint of nylon-on-skin friction.
I ordered him to jerk his cock for me. It’s always fun to watch a guy wank - especially when he’s doing it not because he wants to, not because it amuses him, but because it amuses me, because he’s giving me a show. And oh, how he begged to be allowed to come all over my pretty stockinged feet.
(Aww… But he’d just cleaned them!)
I almost said no… almost. But the idea of my toes sticky with warm cum starting to soak through worn nylon appealed to me.
I gave the order for his release - for him to come all over my feet, then, then and no other time; right then, or be denied for the night.
Oh, he came all right.
I heard it.
