You told yourself you'd quit, that this sick obsession was behind you. How long did that little fantasy last? A few days? A week? You felt proud, didn’t you? But here you are, back where you belong. My pantyhose-clad legs, they are the prison bars, the iron cage trapping you inside your own mind. And you love it. Every second of it. Don’t you?

Look at my feet. Study every line, every curve, every inch of nylon covered skin. You’ve always wanted to kiss them, haven’t you? To worship, to submit fully. Relapse, and let yourself sink deeper. Let every ounce of resistance crumble, fal...

You told yourself you'd quit, that this sick obsession was behind you. How long did that little fantasy last? A few days? A week? You felt proud, didn’t you? But here you are, back where you belong. My pantyhose-clad legs, they are the prison bars, the iron cage trapping you inside your own mind. And you love it. Every second of it. Don’t you?

Look at my feet. Study every line, every curve, every inch of nylon covered skin. You’ve always wanted to kiss them, haven’t you? To worship, to submit fully. Relapse, and let yourself sink deeper. Let every ounce of resistance crumble, fall apart, until there’s nothing left but your slavish, pathetic desire to bow before me.

Because that’s all you’ll ever be, a slave to this obsession, a puppet to your addiction. And I’m the puppet master. I control every twitch, every thought, every pulse of arousal that courses through your body. You’re trapped under my ass, in a hell of your own making, and I’m your beautiful tormentor, the cruel Goddess who keeps you shackled to your weakness.