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Erratic Ciri Small Fishnet Pantyhose
Full details (and full outfit) at Grumpy Kitten .
Kissy at the mall on a Monday night.
So, I just put my foot up on my knee and shot the design on new pantyhose, i love em...
stuff on my bed for trying on. bought pink tutu for flkr not for
Nude body, with this one design on only one leg...only one bug.
I'm not sure they will last long...???
the quality i mean, never mind i might have them ripped off.
btw these did not rip and they were big hit at a night club with a mini skirt..many did not know they were fake and stockings.
to see my top views...200, to 500, each
UPDATE...THIS IS IN TOP ROWS OF SEARCH FOR HALLOWEEN. IN OVER 3 MILLION FLKR PHOTOS.
WITH BLACK LACE MINI..HOWEVER NO PICS
If i have a fetish, it could only be shoes.
I have hundreds, but I don't need them to have sex. so I guess, it's just a hobby.
these are so beautiful, they are silk, see them glisten in the light?
i have on panties...but no pantyhose. The bottom of my famous vintage undies.
tee straps, ankle bondage, for a nice lady. Nails in two reds.
Cloud of white fluffy fur and dark green velvet drapes.
See, my wife shows these summer sandals with toeless pantyhose. All her leg and foot are covered in nylon, only the painted toes are uncovered.
The highest arches on Flkr. Tied at ankles, simulate bondage. Seen in other photographs, here is close up.
i am not a cd, tv, or crossdresser but many of my friends are
sorrry, no facebook, twitter or website
OMG I really love these heels! A sexy 13 cm heel - shown with our brand name anklet. Like a commercial for a foot fetish service!
My spreading toes in fishnet pantyhose in your face, just stand still and enjoy.
Showing a wonderful heel-pop with black tights and leggings in a public phone booth
Watch the video, how this nylon soles rubbing over the face of its prey ;)
Pantyhose Foot, Fetish Foot，Foot Fetish，Foot Worship，Sexy Lingeries, Latex zentai catsuit
Ramona on the table, flexing her calves
On sale on ebay ! find it on ebay.com at "talon lili"
(Take on July 2016, This video is no sound.)

Alright so first things first. I'm new here and but have browsed the site for quite some time and I absolutely love the stories. I figured that it was time to return the favor by writing one of my own, which just so happens to be my first time creating one!

The story, like all the others here, is pure fiction. I could say it was non-fiction and that all this awesome stuff was happening to me, but that would be, ya know, lying. There is also no sexual content because I'm not a psychopath. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy the story. I had some free time today and cranked out the first parts of it, and you can definitely expect more in the future. 

Becoming my Sister's Obedient and Faithful Servant - Part 1 - My Huge Mistake‘

Please don’t tell! Please! If mom and dad find out I’ll never be allowed to drive again! You can’t tell them!’I was pleading like crazy.

My sister had just caught me stumbling around the house after a night of drunk driving. I didn’t think anyone would be home, as our parents were out of town and Rachel (my sister) said she was spending the night at a friend’s house, but her plans apparently fell through. She’s an 18 year old HS senior with 10/10 looks, and with a very bitchy and self-absorbed personality. She watched me grovel before her with the smug, narcissistic grin that she had perfected throughout her life. I could tell just by looking at her that whatever the outcome was gonna be here, it would not fare well for me. However, my main goal right now was to avoid the wrath of mom and dad, so I continued to beg. ‘Rachel you can’t tell them…nothing bad happened and I won’t do it again! Come on we are brother and sister! I never tell on you!’ I begged and begged and begged.

‘I’ve never been stupid enough to get caught’, she said to me with a look of satisfaction on her face, like a predator deciding what to do with her captured prey. ‘But apparently you are!’ she laughed wildly to herself. I desperately yelled out “Yeah okay I’m stupid! I’m an idiot! Ok? Please don’t tell mom! Plea-“ “Will you SHUT UP?” she interrupted me angrily. “I’ve known you were an idiot long before this, you don’t need to tell me. Now go sit down in the living room while I make myself a drink. I’ll come and let you know what I decide

”I sat down in the lone chair in the living room and nervously awaited my fate. I didn’t dare turn on the TV, I just sat there frozen. After a few minutes Rachel came into the room with her glass of water and immediately pointed at the floor. “Get the fuck out of the chair, that’s where I’m sitting.” I didn’t think twice and fell to the floor, almost as if I was under mind control. I knew that I was at her mercy and I had no intentions of pissing her off. That was the best I could do for now, just try and get on whatever was left of her good side and maybe she wouldn’t rat me out. I sat there at her feet while she drank her water and looked down at me. She then explained her decision, in a very businesslike and matter of fact tone. “Mom and Dad will be back in three days. I caught you drunk driving and we both know that they will absolutely murder you if they find out. They will also certainly reward me in some manner if I do the responsible thing and tell them what you did. However, I’m going to give you a second chance. All you have to do is be on your best behavior from now until the time they get back and I won’t say a word. Understand?” I didn’t really understand exactly what she meant, as “best behavior” was just a tad bit vague, but I wasn’t going to argue with her. “I understand. I won’t cause any trouble at all, I promise.” Rachel smiled and said “Good, that’s what I wanted to hear.” She turned on the TV and we watched some TV for a few minutes as I sat there feeling as if I just escaped an execution. That’s it? Just don’t do anything else bad and I get out of drunk fucking driving? What a relief. I felt like a huge weight was now off my shoulders.

I thought everything was going to be fine until I told Rachel that I was going to go to sleep. She looked at me and said “Yeah me too, but before you go to your room bring me my slippers out of my room. The light purple ones that are in the back corner.” I looked at her confused and said “Uh aren’t you going up there now anyway? Why would I need to bring you them if you are going up there?” Rachel responded in a patronizing tone of voice “I’m sorry, but didn’t you say you were going to be on your best behavior for me?”, she grinned and nodded towards the stairs. “Uhhhh okay sis” I said nervously and went to go get them. I brought down her purple slippers and walked back into the living room. She smiled and said “Good, now put them on my feet.” I completely froze. “Now”, Rachel said as she crossed her left leg over her right one, holding her tanned and pedicured left foot out for me. I was in shock…so THIS was what she meant by “best behavior”. I felt my heart sink down to my leg…I had an incredibly bad feeling about this. I knelt down at her feet, which she watched with a great sense of enjoyment, and took her first slipper. I gently placed it on her left foot for her, and then she re-crossed her legs and held her right foot out for me. It was just inches away from my face. She didn’t even say a word, just held her foot out expecting me to obey her. I placed the other slipper on and she immediately got up and left without saying a word, leaving me on my knees alone in the living room. I had no idea what the fuck just happened. I was shaken…and went to bed with a sense of fear for the next day.
Part 2 - Rachel Makes Things Clear

Typically when I go out and get drunk, I spend the next morning sleeping in and not doing shit with my life due to the wild night/hangover. Even though last night was scary, I was definitely planning on not giving a fuck in the morning. My sleep was going as planned, stretched out in bed, blankets everywhere, snoozing in dreamland…when all of a sudden my cell phone alarm goes off at 7am. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. I definitely had my alarm set for noon…something was wrong. I went to my phone to turn the alarm off when I saw it was set with a message to it…

“Good Morning! I changed your alarm when you were fetching my slippers just so ya know. Now that I’ve got your attention I need you to do some things for me before I wake up. I know you aren’t a morning person but it’s better be up now than deal with mom and pop right? J Anyways I’ll take a English muffin and French toast for breakfast with glasses of both orange juice and milk. I also need the basket of laundry done that I left outside your door for you. Wake me up at 8:30 and then we can have some more fun. Thanks bro!”

I couldn’t believe what I just read. Make her breakfast? Do her laundry? It was clear, I was gonna be doing what she said until our parents came back. I hungoverly and sluggishly washed her clothes (with a machine, thank god) and got to work on her breakfast. It was time to wake her up so I went to her room and knocked on her door and told her to get up. She opened her eyes, but had a pissed off look on her face.

“I don’t like it. Try it again, more respectfully.”

“Whatever Rach, just get up. I got all that other stuff done.” I said, completely frustrated by her attitude. “Whatever just get up? Is that what you just said to me? How about I call Mom and Dad and tell them to ‘whatever just get up’ so they can hear all about what happens when you go out at night?”, she fired back with that bitchy voice I hated so much. Words were completely unable to escape my mouth and I just stood there in silence. “That’s what I thought. Now start over, and remember: be respectful. I won’t tell you again”, Rachel said as she lay back down.

I walked back outside and came back in as she pretended to be asleep. I softly and almost reverently said “Good morning Rachel, your breakfast has been made and awaits you downstairs. Is there anything else I can do for you?” I almost vomited in my mouth saying that. She smiled, stretched, sat up and said “Much better, and yes there is a LOT more you can and will do for me.” She then just pointed to her slippers without saying a word. I obeyed her voiceless command and knelt before her by the bed, slippers in hand. I carefully put both slippers on her feet and then we went downstairs.

As she ate her breakfast I got showered and got dressed. I sat at the table with her as she finished up her toast, we didn’t speak a word to each other. I just looked down at the table, embarrassed, vulnerable and somewhat scared. She had a look of both dominance but also calmness and content at the same time…as if her bossing me around was no big deal at all. It was an awkward few minutes that certainly felt like an hour. I just sat there…I could have gotten up (or at least I thought I could) but I didn’t dare move. Rachel had already instilled a sense of fear of her into me. She finally finished her food and just tapped the plate and glasses to me. Once again, she didn’t have to say a word. I obediently took the dishes up to the sink and washed them as fast as I could, and immediately sat back down at the table with her. I could tell she was pleased with how I was treating my duties. Scared, afraid…but still diligent and almost eager in a way. She looked up at me, and I could tell there was about to be something major that was gonna happen.

“Alright, here’s the deal. Until mom and dad get home… for all intents and purposes….you are going to be my servant. No questions asked, you will do ANYTHING and EVERYTHING that I say. You will obey my commands the second I give them to you, no hesitation or lollygagging. From now on you will refer to me like a Queen or a Goddess. I won’t limit you to one title, so be creative but always be reverent! When you are in my presence you will always be on your knees at my feet. If I have not commanded you to do something specific at any given time you will take it upon yourself to do work that pleases me. Do you understand your new role in this household, servant?” she said as she stared me dead in the eye. She had the most confident look I’ve ever seen…a look that just said “It doesn’t matter what you say or do, you are mine now.”

I was in absolute shock…I struggled to get words out of my mouth, but I thankfully was able to muster out “Y…yes…your highness”. I couldn’t believe it…my little sister just lectured me ruthlessly about how I was now her pathetic servant boy and the only response I could provide was to meekly submit to her. Before I could even process this further she got up from her chair and ordered me to follow her. “Get up, were gonna go watch some TV together. And by that I mean I’m going to sit on the couch and watch TV and teach you how to massage my feet. Get down on the floor.” She sat down on the middle of the couch and had the most shit eating grin I have ever seen, cheek to damn cheek. She knew she had me. I had to obey her every command or else I was gonna be thrown to the wolves for drunk driving. In a dazed state, I sat down cross legged and she placed her feet in my lap. She leaned back on the couched and sighed as I took off one slipper and she kicked the other one off forcefully into my face. ‘Oops!” she giggled before settling one foot into my lap and placing the other into my hands herself. She looked at me and said “Now take your time and make yourself comfortable, this is just training. I’m going to show you EXACTLY how I want each part of my feet rubbed so that you can properly do it from now on. I love foot massages so pay close attention and treat this as if it is the most important job in your life, cause hey, if I don’t think you are doing good enough I might just have to spill some secrets to mommy and daddy. Start rubbing.”’
 
Part 3 - Taught to Pamper

I started rubbing her right sole quickly and clumsily. I had never given a foot massage, not to mention one under such pressure, so I didn’t need an expert to tell me I was doing a bad job. She withdrew her foot a bit and scolded me “Okay, slow down there. You’re gonna be doing this for a while, so take your time. GENTLY pull on my toes, then rub. Okay? Gently pull…then rub.” I nodded and began to work on her toes. I carefully grabbed her big toe in between my thumb and index finger, and slowly started to pull it. She let out a sigh of satisfaction. I pulled on it about 7 times, gently like she told me to. “Good boy…” she said as she patted me on the head, “You’re gonna be a pro in no time. All it takes is practice, and trust me, there will be a LOT of practice.” I didn’t say anything; I just moved on to the next toe and began pulling it. Rachel greatly enjoyed the work I did on her middle toe, saying “That’s it…keep pulling…again…good”. She had to remind me on the fourth toe, “Remember, gently pull them. GENTLY. Treat each toe as if they are getting their own massage. Be ever so soft and reverent of each toe. That’s it”. I wrapped up the toe pulls on her pinky, which I tugged on about twenty times before she instructed me to rub them. I rubbed the bottoms and the outside of each toe. “Good boy, in between the toes now”, she said and I obeyed

I obediently worked on her toes for about ten minutes. After what felt like the millionth toe pull (I said “Gently” in my mind with each one, as to remember exactly how she wanted it done), she instructed me to move on. “Okay, now rub the sides of my feet. Just hold my feet and caress them. Rub the sides from my heels to my toes.” I held her right foot in my hands and her left foot on my lap. I gently stroked the inner side of her foot, making sure to spend a little extra time on the heel. Rachel has BEAUTIFUL heels. I have never seen anything like them. They are round, smooth, and perfect in every way. They are incredibly soft, and as I rubbed the sides of them I realized just how well maintained her feet truly are. “Yessssss, that’s it. Focus on my heels. Rub firmly but gently. Get the sides and the bottom”. I caressed the bottom of her beautiful heel and did my best to pamper her. She leaned back in the sofa and sighed. “This is how life should be”, she said in a soft voice. She looked down at me, on my knees, anxiously tending to her heels, silently and diligently rubbing my sister’s feet like a servant. She knew that it was just a matter of time before I actually WAS her servant. Right now I was just obeying out of fear, but she knew that soon I would be obeying her willingly out of reverence and duty. My place in life was at her feet, serving her and pampering her, she just had to guide me to that place.

“Ankles now. Circle around the back and sides and stroke all around them”. I cupped my hands around her ankle and started massaging them. She quickly scolded me again. “Rub harder. Use your thumbs around the front of my ankle while you stroke the back.” I quickly apologized “I’m so sorry Rachel, please forgive me. I’ll massage them the right way, please don’t tell mom and dad”. She slapped me in the face, which I immediately clasped in pain. “Address me properly, servant. And did I tell you to stop rubbing my feet?” I rushed to get my hands around her ankle again and put all of my effort into massaging them like she wanted. “I’m sorry Goddess, it will never happen again.” In a moment of pure fear and humiliation, I began desperately kissing the top of the foot that I was massaging.

I couldn’t believe myself. All I had to do was call a cab last night instead of driving home drunk. But now, because of the mistake I made, I am kissing my sister’s feet, begging for mercy. “Good boy!” she patted my head. “You should have been doing this YEARS ago. We both know that I am far better at, well, everything than you. Looks, social life, school, just everything. It’s only natural for you to want to kiss my feet, and to want to be my servant. You should be thanking me for even letting you massage my feet and serve me.” I felt so degraded. “I don’t want to be your servant, your highness, you are forcing me.” She sneered at the hypocrisy of my statement, saying I didn’t want to serve her, but immediately following that by referring to her as royalty. Rachel laughed and said “Why wouldn’t you want to be my servant? You are going to be so good at it. The foot massage isn’t as good as it should be, but this is your first time and you will improve each time you rub my feet. And there are so much other fun things I get to train you to do. You will definitely need to learn how to give pedicures. I LOVE getting pedicures, and if I could get one whenever I wanted for free, that would make life perfect. It will be a challenge for you to learn, but I’m confident that you will learn how to give them to me properly. We will get started after you finish the massage, now work on my arches and soles.”

I did as I was told. I rubbed her arches for nearly 30 minutes. If this was how she wanted her feet massaged, I realized that it would be a physically and mentally draining task each time. It had already been a full hour. But I carried on, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. I worked her entire sole. “That’s it. Heel to toe. Use more pressure on the balls of my feet.” 

She had me massage her feet for nearly two hours. After I finished the soles she basically made me start
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