Shimmerdance · Part 2

Shimmerdance · Part 2 (2/3)
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ok the second large black hose and pulled one leg over Sarah’s head while pulled Sarah’s hands through the holes in the panty area so she could pull down the waistband over the breast. The third pair went over her arms, head through crotch and waistband down over torso.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels.. tight.. arousing. Put more on me!” “All in good time, my dear. Stand up!” Janet started to put the body harness on Sarah. First she fastened the collar and then the straps that tighten the breast. She fastened the belt that covered all the waistbands, so it practically doubled as a corset, and tightened the oval crotch strap so her full pantyhosed lips protruded out nicely. Janet couldn’t resist the urge and brushed her finger over Sarah’s nylon pussy, what resulted in a light moan from under the nylon mask.

“I see it already feels good. Lie on your back. Spread your arms and legs.”

Janet was enjoying her view of a hosed beauty as she prepared the ankle and wrist straps and applied them to her nylon slave. She already had ropes readily attached to bed corners so she had only to attach them to the D rings on the straps and tighten them. Janet took the head harness and secured it tightly on Sarah’s head and connected it with the collar.

“Your harness is not restrictive, for now, but it has many nice attachment points.” At first, she took a blindfold and attached it to the harness so Sarah could not see anything that is in store for her. “A true pantyhose lover girl just loves to pleasure her master’s pantyhosed cock through her nylon mask. Let us get you used to the feel.” She took a flap with attached penis shaped gag and secured one side to the harness. “Open wide. Lick it through your nylon mask.”

Slowly she lowered the tip of the gag as Sarah stretched her mask with her wet tongue. Just to tease, Janet worked short strokes with the gag into her mouth. “Very nice, let’s put it in place.”

Sarah opened her mouth wider and Janet used her fingers to pinch up the nylon mask to get some more fabric so that the gag could go in easier. She watched and pushed carefully as the gag stretched the hose into her mouth. Now with the gag completely in, the pantyhose mask was very tense around her lips and nose, adding to the bondage sensation. Finally, she attached the other side to the harness and tightened everything securely in place. A few muffled moans confirmed the tightness.

“Too bad the wide gag strap hides your nylon mouth. Maybe next time I’ll use a classic ball gag. You better get used to the feeling.”

While Sarah was so helplessly spread and bound, her captor now produced a tripod and a video camera. She positioned it in front of the bed, so that Sarah’s spread legs were in full view, and started to record. First, she turned her attention to her slave’s breast. The arousal from the gagging procedure resulted in erect nipples that were clearly noticeable under two layers of hose. Janet didn’t lose a second and started to play with them and lick slow circles around them.

“I’ve noticed that when I rub the nylon on them, it makes your nipples very sensitive. We should use that, my dear.”

She opened a drawer and took out two hard leather breast cups and proceeded to attach them to the breast mount points on the harness. The cups had small but thick circular open tips so that just the nylon nipples can poke through, and to make sure they are treated as appropriate – when the outer edge of the hollow tip is turned, the opening narrows and clamps the nipple. The clamping procedure made Sarah a bit jumpy, but her mumblings spoken into the gag though her mask are ignored by her captor.

Now with her securely bound, clamped, corseted, gagged and blindfolded, Janet admired her pantyhose slave girl as she was trying to move her arms and legs, but to no avail. Her tight body was completely encased in black pantyhose and secured with leather straps and harnesses. Tightly confined breast in the bondage cups assured constant arousal and anticipation, but Janet decided to amp it up by caressing her left pantyhosed leg, working slowly her way to her tight pussy, which already made a damp spot on the seamless pantyhose.“We’re almost there my dear. I see that you are very tense. This will help you let off the built-up tensions.”

Janet took the lubricant gel and applied it abundantly to her hand, and started to rub Sarah’s pussy through the pantyhose and split crotch strap. At first she was going slowly so that Sarah could feel and anticipate every finger and move through the nylon. As she gained speed and thrust, Sarah’s moans became louder and faster. She admired what she had accomplished. She had a beautiful girl completely encased in shiny black pantyhose, bound, gagged and exposed to her will.

Her fingers by now give full attention to Sarah’s clit, playing with it expertly. Janet was thinking that, with time, Sarah might even enjoy the same or even greater love for pantyhose encasement than herself. At this point, tips of her fingers rapidly go in and out of the wet pussy, sliding along inside the well lubricated nylon. She enjoyed the look of how the harness tightly holds her nylon slave bound and starts thinking of all the things she might do to Sarah in the future. But now is not the time, as she sees that her nylon doll is starting to arch her back and spread her toes while moaning so loud as the gag allows. While she could take her to the top, she abruptly stops playing with Sarah’s pussy.

“Encasement slut doesn’t cum from a hand job, but from a nylon cock, as we shall now simulate. ” She takes a crotch flap with an attached vibrator, and a small nylon footsie. “I will put this footsie on the vibe and lube it up well. You know, my dear, you are wearing queen size seamless pantyhose, so the stretch should be suitable.”

The small shiny nylon sock was the perfect match to encase the vibrator to create the double layer experience. She positioned herself between Sarah’s legs, admiring the shine of the seamless hose and black crotchless hose. The opening of the crotch strap was also completely wet just as the nylon behind it. She positioned the tip of the encased vibrator to her pussy and started with small thrusts so that the seamless hose stretch into her gradually. Janet enjoyed every bit of it, and guessing by the moans, Sarah didn’t mind at all.

The pantyhosed intruder was now completely wet with lube and Sarah’s juices, so it slid into her pantyhosed pussy without much effort. The view of the large seamless hose rubbing Sarah’s clit and lips while stretching into the pussy almost made Janet to take it out, open her crotch zipper and use it on herself, but barely she contained herself, as now she has a task to complete.

“Faummhher… mmmmm…. faaahe!” Only damped sounds came from Sarah as she screamed “faster” into the gag, but Janet intentionally worked the vibe in slowly. “I won’t let you cum just yet, my dear. Patience!”

After a few minutes of thrusting even deeper and deeper, the vibe was almost completely in. The flap was than secured to the crotch strap so that it couldn’t get out of the opening for pussy. When this was done, Janet laid down on bed again and resumed to caress Sarah’s encased body. Just as her moans got quieter and Sarah started to relax, Janet took a remote control and started a preprogrammed sequence for the vibrator that was in Sarah’s encased pussy. Janet caressed the bondage cups and turned the clamp openings even tighter, while the vibe was sending Sarah to pure ecstasy. As the sequence alternated, the pantyhosed intruder was buzzing even more and more vigorously, Sarah pulled on her restraints harder. She wanted to reach down, but all movement was forbidden, her legs held apart, and the buzzing nylon vibrator securely confined deep inside her pussy was working relentlessly.

The sight of it was too much for Janet as she was already rubbing herself. Hastily she opened the crotch zipper of her black lycra leotard and started to finger work her silk pantyhose gusset while imagining Sarah in her nylon mask licking her clit through the hose. In the moment when the sensations of being encased in pantyhose, the tightness of the straps, the hard vibrations and the feeling of complete surrender to a domina joined together, Sarah finally tensed hard and arched her back.

“Aammmmmmmmmfhhhhhh….”

Feeling that the point of no return was crossed she spread her hosed toes, let out a loud moan and squirted hard in the pantyhose.

“That’s my girl. Surrender to nylon.” Janet saw that the spasms were subsiding, so she used the remote to deactivate the vibe. Slowly she released the vibe flaps and removed it from its nylon prison. The hose on it were completely drenched in juices, as were the seamless hose still deeply stretched inside Sarah’s pussy. Then she turned the tips to release the clamps that held the pantyhosed nipples, but left the bra cups on. Admiring again her slave’s body, she released the mouth gag buckles on the head harness and slowly took out the penis gag from her wet mouth, but left everything else on.

“Do not speak.” She stood up, turned off the camera, admired the bound girl for a minute, turned off the lights and spoke one last time before she left the room: “You did good. Sleep now.

Big things await tomorrow.”

Part 3.

That feeling. It just… won’t go away. The tension. The anxiety she’s been having all week long. Janet had invited her again to come to her place next Saturday, but Sarah still didn’t process events from last weekend entirely. At the end, Janet, the real Janet, is still a mystery to her. A nylon enthusiast, pantyhose fetishist, BDSM mistress. All that, and maybe even something more. The fear of her is matched only with the lust for more. Her sensual pantyhosed fingers knew every spot they had to caress. Her leather restraints know how to make a slave submissive. Turning back is not an option now, she wants to explore not just the fetish, but herself to the limits.

The week passed like in a haze. College lectures seemed endless, colleagues boring, friends irritating. No dance sessions this week, Janet is away as a judge on some dance gymnastics event, hence she won’t be back before Saturday. She decided to let some steam off when her friends convinced her to go out to hit some clubs on Friday night. The laser lights reflected radiantly off her glossiest tights she wore with her mini-skirt. Sipping her energy drink – vodka mix she started to check out other girls’ pantyhosed legs while she got lost in thoughts.

Last Saturday, when she woke up and slowly opened her eyes, she was in complete darkness. Immediately she felt the tightness around her whole body and face and panic began to set in, when she realized she couldn’t move her arms she was just about to scream when she heard a sound.

“Sssssssshhh. Let me help you, my dear.” She felt fingers touch sides of her head harness and suddenly she saw light as the blindfold was removed. The blurredness of the slightly familiar face she saw reminded her that she was not only wearing pantyhose masks on her head, but was still encased in several layers of shiny nylon fabric. Janet released her ankle and wrist leather restraints and helped her to get on her feet. “Impressive. And hot as fuck.”

Janet pointed to Sarah’s reflection in the big closet mirror. There she was, anonymous under her pantyhose layers, bound tightly in her harness. She could don some thigh high hi-heeled boots and be a nylon mistress. Or the D rings and buckles on her eyes, mouth, breast and crotch area can be used to attach various accessories and restraints to make her a submissive slave. Janet removed her head harness, collar and bondage corset so she was now only in pantyhose. “Now go down the hall, last door to the left is the bathroom. You may shower and change to your regular clothes.” She remembered seeing Janet standing on the doorway giving her a wink when she turned one last time back to the house as she was heading to the street.

And then she saw some glossy pantyhosed toes in open black high heels. “Is my shoe strap broken or something?” The voice of Sarah’s friend Mina kicked her back to reality. Realizing she’s at the club staring at her friend’s feet for god knows how long, she needs an answer, quick!

“I think I’ve drank too much, I’ll be heading to bed. See you on Monday girls!”

“Too small… too black… just…nah…” Sarah was rummaging through her pantyhose drawer after she showered next day after lunch. She knew that Janet will surely take notice of her pantyhose choice, so she was looking for a pair that was just right. The peaveys have that lovely shine, and a fine texture, but what color to choose, suntan or light silver? She chose the suntan shade hose and put them on. Gently with her fingers, she aligned the seams and pulled the waistband high, and admired her ass in the mirror. “I need something extra for tonight… I know!”

Sarah opened a bottom drawer and took out a tight skin toned body with underwired cups. Hastily she pulled it on and adjusted her breasts into the cups. She completed her look with opaque black glossy wet look tights and a shirt. It was already 5 PM and she didn’t want to be late.

“You got here early!” Janet was smiling to her as she opened the front door. “I’ve just put on coffee, make yourself comfortable, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

“Hi Janet! Well, thank you.” Sarah went to the lounge and sat on the sofa beside a glass coffee table. As Janet came back with the coffee and cups and put them on the table, Sarah noticed that under her silk housecoat she was wearing semi opaque glossy silver pantyhose. More interestingly, she also appeared to have long gloves that were made of the same fabric as her pantyhose. As she poured the coffee, the lovely gloss shifted over her fingers and forearms, while her red nails were visible through the nylon.

“Thank you…for last weekend.”

“Oh don’t mention it, the pleasure was… mutual. It was lovely to have you completely encased and excited.” While she was talking, Janet rubbed her pantyhosed toes across Sarah’s black wet look hosed calf.

“ I love the feeling of tight nylon on my skin, but it is also exciting to see it on a partner as well. Speaking of that, I see you have matched your gloves and silver hose.” Sarah took Janet’s ankle and started to gently massage her foot.

At that moment, Janet gave her a wink and untied her silk housecoat and let it fall to the sides. Her complete body was encased in a silver nylon bodystocking. The sheen from the light gave away her luscious curves. Her every inch was covered perfectly, like it was custom made just for her. It even supported her perky breast nicely, while the opaqueness just gave away her nipples barely. At her cleavage there was some loose part of the garment. Upon closer inspection Sarah realized it was an attached hood that was connected to the back zipper.

“It’s a full custom pantyhose fucksuit. I have those in several shades and deniers. If you will be a good girl today you’ll get your own.” While Sarah was sliding tips of her fingers along Janet’s right leg, Janet was searching with her toes for Sarah’s nipples through the shirt.

“But I am a good girl! How can I prove it?” Sarah was teasing her.

“Stand in front of me.” Janet crossed her legs and observed as Sarah seductively stood up and walked in front of her and stood with legs shoulder wide apart right in front of her. “Loose the shirt. I want to see you better, my dear.”

Sarah removed the shirt and now Janet had a full view of the black hose.

“Are you wearing a spandex leotard? Lower the hose to your thighs.”

Sarah obeyed and put her thumbs inside the opaque black pantyhose, slowly lowering it down. Now the panty part of the body was exposed. Janet just loved how tight it was.

“Do we have a camel toe even with the hose underneath? Must be very tight. I know what will ease that tension. Stay here.” Janet went quickly into another room while Sarah was just standing there, feeling again exposed and at mercy of her mistress. Where has she gone? And why?

Janet returned and walked a circle around Sarah, admiring her body and sliding her fingers over her back. Then she turned to face her but instead sat back on the sofa. She put her hand in her coat pocket and produced a strange looking plastic item.

“Come closer.” She held the bright pink contraption while user her other hand to caress Sarah’s pantyhosed legs, sliding her fingers just under her gusset. Sarah let a small moan when she felt one finger between her gusset and leotard slowly sliding up and down her already wet pussy lips. Janet then pulled the leotard crotch part further down to place the device between the leotard and the pantyhose gusset. It had a strap to it can be secured to panties or like in this case, a leotard.

“There. Black hose, up high with them!” She stood up and helped Sarah to pull the shiny wet look back up, adding another layer to press the pink vibe device even more into her pussy. Reaching again into the pocket, Janet took some extra sheer 10 den queen size pantyhose and stretched them in her hands, like she’s inspecting them for runs.

“We should use those suntan on you.” “Aren’t those too big for me?” Sarah was wondering.

“You’ll see. Hands behind your back. Elbows together!” Janet walked behind her back while rolling up a hose leg. When she got to the toe part, she pulled it on Sarah’s hands, encasing and binding them both at the same time in a pantyhose leg. She continued to pull the hose up to her shoulders and stopped. Carefully she grabbed the other leg and also rolled it up a bit in her hands.

“Tilt your head back!”

Janet expertly pulled the other leg over Sarah’s head. She grabbed the hose at her neck and pulled it some more down, so that she could pull the waistband all the way down to meet the band of black hose on her legs. Using her fingertips she pinched the hose under Sarah’s nose and pulled it towards herself to build up some nylon fabric so that Sarah’s face isn’t distorted from the hose leg. The hose were so sheer that Sarah could almost clearly see through her mask. Janet sat back on the sofa and admired her captive pantyhose slave girl.

“On your knees.” With her hands bound at back, Sarah slowly dropped to her knees in front of Janet’s legs. Janet used her pantyhosed fingers to caress Sarah’s breast and face. She loved the sound her fingers made while sliding up and down the pantyhose. Sensing that Sarah is becoming more and more aroused, she placed the tip of her index finger on Sarah’s lips, sliding on the nylon over it. Her mouth opened slightly and she used her tongue to lick Janet’s fingers through her mask, making the area darker from the wet saliva.

“I’ll be needing some attention. If only there was a good girl to help me…” Janet lowered herself to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs wide apart. Sarah now realized why this is called a “pantyhose fucksuit”. A flat seam marked the oval boundary around Janet’s pussy, but instead a regular nylon gusset, there was a pantyhose sheath already pushed inside her pussy. Sarah’s eyes went wide. She wanted that suit for herself. This is what she saw in the video, but now it’s here, right in front of her. She can smell it… touch it…. She couldn’t finish her thought before Janet’s pantyhosed hand grabbed her and pushed her face right between her mistresses legs.

“Now use that wet tongue of yours, and use it good.”

With her pantyhosed face buried deep, she started to lick her. Her tongue stretched her mask easily, and the sheath gave no resistance at all. She could easy feel the pussy lips beneath two layers of nylon, working the strokes up and down at a steady pace. Hearing her mistress moan harder, she slowly increased the pressure and the tempo of licking, feeling the nylon texture with her tongue.

“Mmmmmhhh…. clit…. suck my clit through the pantyhose you bitch!”

Down on her knees, Sarah was pleasing her mistress expertly only with her lips and tongue, as her hands were bound and helpless. Suddenly Janet became more quiet and focused, and her breath shallower and shallower. While still caressing Sarah’s head, in a few moments she opened her mouth wide, pressed her captors head even harder to her pussy and grabbed a nearby pillow with the other hand. Her legs tensed, she curled her toes, and let out a hard long suppressed scream. At the same time, a small squirt wetted her sheath and suit even more, together with Sarah’s mask. Her mistress was pleased.

As soon as the girls caught some breath, the doorbell rang.

“Get up, let me help you.” As Sarah got up on her feet, still feeling the wetness of the mask on her face, mesmerized by the aroma of her mistress, Janet grabbed the waistband of the hose on her torso and pulled it up and back, releasing her head and arms from the tightness of the pantyhose.

“Get your hair straight, we have guests. I’ll explain on the way.” Janet gave a wink to Sarah and tied back the silk housecoat, covering her nylon encased body, and went to open the door.

“Good evening Ms. Cooper, hope I’m not late” A man in his early thirties was standing on the door.

“You’re just on time, Mike. Please, come in.” Janet moved back to let him come inside. “Just down the corridor, make yourself comfortable.” She watched as he moved along and entered the lounge. Sarah was back on the sofa, noticeably uneasy, because a visitor was the last thing she was expecting at this moment. Yet he was there, in his tank top and black sweatpants. He left the small sports bag down at the table.

“Sarah, this is Mike. Mike, Sarah.” He came to the sofa and shook hands with Sarah. “Nice to meet you Sarah.” He gave a quick glance to her smooth body curves encased in leotard and black hose. “I shall guess that you’re also a dancer?”

“Well… I’m… trying. I have a good teacher.” She gave a wink to Janet.

“Now, Mike” Janet spoke as she sat down beside Sarah, while pouring herself some tea, “last time we talked you mentioned that you seek some… advice.”

“Well, Ma`am, it is more a sort of a… favor.”

“Ahhh, yes. The Grand ballet. You see, Sarah, Mr. Black here is an aspiring dancer looking for the top spot. And you don’t get into Grand without some serious recommendation. Also, it seems no coincidence that he is now here, as I‘m a good old friend with the head talent scout for the Grand.”

“Well Ma`am, you seem to got it all correct. You’ve seen me dance, and I know if you weren’t impressed I wouldn’t even stand here.”

“Quite the confidence in that one, right?” Janet smiled to Sarah. “That may seem true, yet I’m not satisfied, yet. You will have to perform exceptionally tonight.”

“So that’s why you asked that I come in “dance” attire. Well I wouldn’t expect nothing less of you, of course.”

“Show us what you’ve got. Get set.” Janet stood up, and went to the hi-fi console. After a few clicks a classical symphony filled the room. Meanwhile, Mike took off his sneakers and put on his ballet shoes.

The women sat and watched while he showed off his moves in sync to the music. His moves were perfectly fluid and pinpoint accurate.

“What do you think Sarah” Janet whispered in her ear.

“Uhmm, what do you mean?”

“How would you like if we “use” him tonight for our pleasure? I know his performances and talent, but also I know he’ll do anything to get that recommendation.”

“He’s damn well built, but how do we know that he’ll comply?”

“I had the opportunity to pass through the wardrobe during one play. A door was slightly open and I could see that he was alone there in that moment. I would move along but his movement seemed odd so I spied through the crack. I couldn’t believe it, he was looking around and approached a bag that belonged to one of my ballerinas. He dug through it and took out a pair of pantyhose, put them on his face to smell them, and put them his bag as a trophy. He’s our guy.”

“So what is our plan?”

“You just do as I tell you.”

Sarah positioned herself comfortably in the sofa, re-crossed her legs and referred to Mike: “I see that you are trying but I cannot observe you properly without the right attire.”

“What do you mean Ma`am?”

“Loose the sweatpants, dear. We don’t perform on stage like that.”

“No problem Ma`am.” While quite nervous, he pretended to keep his cool as he took off his sweatpants. Anything just to get to his goal. Just before he prepared to continue, Janet interrupted.

“I still don’t like it. You should have some pantyhose on.”

“Sorry Ma`am, I…”

“Yes?”

“I… I don’t have any dance tights with me now.”

“That is not a problem. Strip it all down while I get you some.” Janet stood up and went to the other room while Mike just stood there and stared shocked into Sarah’s eyes, looking for help, or even an explanation.

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