Fifi's Long Wait

This of course started the process, the frustrating need with no sign of release! Next was the thing she dreaded the most, Master Sid insisted on her wearing the most gorgeous fully fashioned silk stockings. Oh the way they rustled and caressed, the beautifully straight lines up the back of her legs and the pure erotic sensations she'd have to endure as she slid them up. And that was just the start, the whole day they'd be reminding her of how much she loved them as they rubbed together or slipped as she turned or bent over or stretched to reach something. Looking at the clock and knowing Master Sid punished a lack of punctuality; her hands shook as she balled up one of the stockings and started to slide it up her leg.

"Shit that feels nice, the way it flows and strokes my soft skin, it's so good," she thought as her clit crushed itself within the confines of its cage. She wanted to just yank the stocking up and be done with it, but her master was wise to that little trick and had ordered that she always slide them on sensually. She felt it reach her thigh, let out a little whimper and leaked some precum into the tube. Finally clipping it into her suspender strap, she adjusted the back one so that the line of her seam was perfectly straight and the clip joined at the exact point of the seam. At little shudder ran down her spine as she remembered the time when her seam wasn't straight and the clip wasn't joined in the right place. Master Sid had been most annoyed and gave her a lesson that meant sitting down had been painful for a number of days afterwards!

Next she rolled the other stocking up her leg. "Why did it have to rustle so? Why did it have to feel so good? Why did it look so damn sexy?" she thought as more precum leaked out and started to drip into a little puddle on the floor Looking down at the pool of glistening liquid, she know what she had to do, her master didn't like her making a mess, so it had to be cleaned up right away! The strict instructions were that anything that spilled out of a cock or clitty had to be licked up immediately. She dropped to her knees, the stockings shifted, the waspie hugged her tight and she could feel the suspender straps digging into her bare flesh. A soft moan, a flutter of her eyelids and then her clitty expanding against that damn cage again bring her back to the task at hand.