Glimmer Legs

Secrets In Lace. Fav place to find that outrageous legwear, shoes, open-bottom girdles of mind-blowing colors and materials, gloves, yes! loooong gloves! Just posted new Style 9286 Glimmer Seamed Pantyhose. Only 2" of "panty" circle the waist, leaving way for the seams to not only climb up the back of your legs; they also climb right up over sweet rounded ass cheeks. Oh, yes. I sound like a commercial. When my pair arrive, I must post a matching pic, yes? Let me know know what you think. phonedomme@gmail.com and/or 541.440.6696

Here you see me reveling in my first pair of glimmery stockings from Secrets in Lace many exciting years ago. I think you can see for yourself how easily this rich silk slides into our fetish lifestyle. And yes, I still have this sweet pair in my top lingerie drawer, ready to be pulled out at a moments notice. Thank you J.W.!

Silk (Current)

Silk.
Have you ever been buried in silk? Had it piled so high on your face that you could no longer breathe? Especially if you had a person in silk sitting firmly on your face, on that silk? To have that person dressed loosely in silk, loosely in order to create more silk for more parts of your body? To have that person be me? Ready to strip you, strap you down and then to create as much silkiness on you as possible? And, yes, I would ORDER you to not make any form of mess on my silkiness, my silky pajamas, my silky skin. Pulling all that sexy, unforgettable material slowly off of my body, wrapping it around yours, teasing, wrapping only so far with those full, long legs of the silky pajamas, asking you (perhaps over the phone) "Are you touching yourself yet?" knowing that full well your bondage keeps you from doing so. Circling closer and closer to your arousal, watching you strain for my touch, I tie your cock up in the left leg of the silk pajamas and then sit on your chest slowly unbuttoning each button of my silk shirt only when a reward has been earned by you, earned by begging in such a way that my own arousal begins to become my desire, and yours fades into the background.
Beg, slave-boy, beg for one more button, beg for one more peek at my pale breasts, my pink nipples. Beg for permission to suck on them. Yes, your audacity, your punishment, your pleasure, you very Will becomes my pleasure, becomes MY will, and as I complete the unbuttoning and show you how futile your begging because I am, of course, wearing short silky pajama bottoms under all of it, just to increase your level of frustration even more! I feel your straining becoming MY straining and as I silk-stroke you to your first orgasm and I hear your deep groan, I let loose with my own, both of us learning the true strength of silk wrapped around and against hot, heaving bodies.
What? You really think I would let you cum just like that? Oh, I see. You want more. Think Amazon Gift cards, Walmart Cash, Western Union or call if you need something individualized. Whatever you do don't think too very hard about it for very long! Instead, pick up your phone and let's see what we fucking enjoy!
First posted 2/28/2016
Still (541) 440-6696
Still true today.

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Original Post:  3/4/017

Silk

Have you ever been buried in silk?  Had it piled so high on your face that you could no longer breathe?  Especially if you had a person in silk sitting firmly on your face, on that silk?  To have that person dressed loosely in silk, loosely in order to create more silk for more parts of your body?  To have that person be me?  Ready to strip you, strap you down and then to create as much silkiness on you as possible?  And, yes, I would ORDER you to not make any form of mess on my silkiness, my silky pajamas, my silky skin.  Pulling all that sexy, unforgettable material slowly off of my body, wrapping it around yours, teasing, wrapping only so far with those full, long legs of the silky pajamas, asking you (over the phone) "Are you touching yourself yet?" knowing that full well your bondage keeps you from doing so. Circling closer and closer to your arousal, watching you strain for my touch, I tie your cock up in the left leg of the silk pajamas and then sit on your chest slowly unbuttoning each button of my silk shirt only when a reward has been earned by you, earned by begging in such a way that my own arousal begins to become my desire, and yours fades into the background.  Beg, slave-boy, beg for one more button, beg for one more peek at my pale breasts, my pink nipples.  Beg for permission to suck on them.  Yes, your audacity, your punishment, your pleasure, you very will becomes my pleasure, becomes my will, and as I complete the unbuttoning and show you how futile your begging because I am wearing short silky pajama bottoms under all of it.   I feel your straining becoming my straining and as I silk-stroke you to your first orgasm and I hear your deep groan, I let loose with my own, both of us learning the true strength of silk wrapped around and against hot, heaving bodies.

(541) 440-6696

What?    You really think I would let you cum just like that?    Oh, I see.  You want more.   Think Amazon Gift cards, Walmart Cash, Western Union or call if you need something individualized.  Whatever you do don't think too very hard about it for very long!  Instead, pick up your phone and let's see what we fucking enjoy!
First posted 2/28/2016
Still true today.

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The Bidding is over!

The winner bid $125 on those ripped up still soaked  pantyhose  AND they shall be mailed in their sealed receptacle tomorrow!  What fun it has been!
As I read this old post and remember how fun it was, I am tempted to "play it again, Sam!"  What do those of you who remember that fun think?
E-mail:  phonedomme@gmail.com
Phone :  (541) 440-6696
Oridinal Post:  2/18/2016