Countdown to Worship My Nylons

Of course you came back, you always do. You can’t stay away from My nylons, can you? The way they cling to My legs, that lace top sitting perfectly on My thighs, it’s all you think about. These Honey Birdette stockings own your attention now. Smooth, shiny, impossibly soft, and completely out of your reach unless I allow it. You don’t get to touch. You don’t get to rush. You sit there and admire, slowly, patiently, exactly how I want you to. Maybe if you behave, I’ll give you a little countdown, let that anticipation build while your eyes stay locked on My legs. Every second dragging out, every moment making you want it more. But you only move when I say, You only follow when I allow it. Because this isn’t about what you want, it is about how devoted you’re willing to be