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I've woven a spell around you with nothing but the sheer fabric of my pantyhose and the allure of my legs. My Wolford stockings have become your obsession, drawing you into a mesmerizing spiral of devotion and gooning. With every word I speak, you fall deeper under my mesmerized influence, where my commands are your new religion. I've guided you to acts of ultimate submission, like consuming your own essence, turning it into a ritual of worship. My legs, encased in those divine stockings, are not just a sight to behold but the very altar at which you kneel. Each moment with me is a descent into an trance, where your will bends to mine, and your every thought is consumed by the need to serve, to adore, to become utterly mine.