I was thirty-one years old and was addicted to pantyhose and nylons. Various girlfriends over the years have indulged my fetish, with pantyhose sex, nylon foot jobs, and some would let me smell and kiss their pantyhose covered feet. Something happened during this time that was mind blowing.
I was over at my friend Nick's house. Nick is am openly bisexual man. Hell, I didn't care , whatever floats your boat. We were having drinks and talking about some woman we had seen on the television about how hot she was, I mentioned that because she was in heels and hose she was perfect.
Nick asked me "what really gets you going?"
Well I had a few drinks by that time and I said, "I really love a woman's soft touch along with nylons and feet. I continued "I had been with this girl who sat behind me and wrapped her pantyhose covered legs around my waist and put her feet on my cock all the while kissing my neck and softly stroking my back with her nails lightly." I was shuddering just thinking about it.
Nick asked "so you like light almost ticklish play on your skin?"
I admitted that I did.
Nick then asked "Have you ever worn nylons or pantyhose?"
I feeling rather lucid and admitted I had.
Nick got up and refilled our drinks, he said "I tried pantyhose on, but my leg hairs kept getting caught."
I blurted out "If you shave your legs it feels great and you will feel the air on your skin..." I knew I was really feeling the booze and was saying too much.
I started to get up to go to the bathroom, I felt very heavy and couldn't move and then everything went dark.
I woke up lying on a bed. How much time had passed? I thought was a little while later. It was very dark, I started to get up but I felt a tug at both my wrists. I realized that I had was blindfolded and both my wrists and ankles were in restraints and the restraints were tied spread-eagle to the bed posts.
I also felt the air hitting my body all over. I was naked and shaved smooth all over. I felt some warmth on my legs, I was in pantyhose! I was trapped!
I called out "Nick, Nick are you there?" No answer, I started to get worried. At the same time I started counting the drinks I had one, two, three martinis, and that shouldn't be enough to put me out. Then I remembered Nick's funny grin when he brought me my last cocktail. No, Nick wouldn't go to all this trouble or would he?
I felt someone in the room. "Nick?"
There was no answer.
Then I felt a feather running down my face and down my neck slowly, softly. I jumped and said "Nick! I know it is you". I am very ticklish, but this was making me writhe against my bonds. It was very sensual. The feather worked its way down my neck to my chest, circling my nipples which were getting extremely hard. I was also aware that my cock which had been limp just a little bit ago was now hard and the feather kept on its assault. A moment later it was joined by another feather, both nipples being circled.