A Revisit to Bondage in Pantyhose

To say that crossdressing or pantyhose is my only fetish would be a lie. I don’t exactly know why, maybe it’s the kinky side coming out, but I’m not exactly one-dimensional when it comes to this department. Chalk it up to experimentation and being open to new things, however, when it comes to bondage, it’s like an old fling that keeps reappearing on occasion.

Which means, yes, it goes back to my childhood days that I can remember quite clearly.

Back when I was five years old, in the wee days of my crossdressing, I would steal my sister’s knee high socks then get whatever piece of string or cord I could find and tie my ankles up. While I surely didn’t know at the time that this would develop into some adulthood kink, I found it quite pleasurable enough to continue the practice.

Even my dad caught me once tied up and knee-highed. It was clear he wasn’t familiar with the fetish since he gave me a weird look and walked away without even a word said.

Since then, the bondage side of me has more or less waned. I graduated up to buying my own pantyhose and lingerie and appearing more like a woman became more of a focus. Yet, during that time, there were cartoons and TV shows where a super heroine would be tied up by some evil villain which would turn me on like a good porno.

I believe there was even a Dukes of Hazzard episode where this happened to Daisy. And, oh lord, while in her trademark shorts and pantyhose. This memory will never fade.

Moving on to the present, pantyhose bondage is of course not exactly a new kinky fetish with all the images and videos available. (Here, have a look at one of my favorites.)

While not my first go-to when I need gratification, there is something about the sight of nyloned legs bound together, especially at the knees, that still turns me on like those days of knee-highs and old cords. And like that old fling that reappears, stirring up those old memories of excitement, it doesn’t hurt to relive the moment.

So there I go and tie myself up again, sporting some Oroblu Magie pantyhose and a sleazy red teddy. Rather than using cord, I find that an old pair of hose works the best, binding the legs and knees very well and having enough elasticity to where you can wiggle around comfortably.

But this time, I add another old pair of pantyhose to the mix to bind my wrists and connect it to the nylon bounds on my ankles for the “hogtie” effect. Then, what the fuck, a third pair to wad up and place in my mouth as a gag. Might as well go the whole way, right?

It takes a little work to get the knots done all behind my back but makes it all the more arousing.

Note: have a pair of scissors placed within reach.

Now I lie there in my helplessness fantasizing being a captive to whoever is about to take advantage of me in my lingerie.

Please don’t hurt me.