A little foot worship goes a long way

Last year I was going out with a really nice guy called Pete, we met through a friend. What I didn’t know until later was the meeting had been set up as he kept begging our friend to introduce him. Anyway he was nice enough and we went on a few dates and he was fun and very attentive, take note this helps a lot guys.

Things went along as they do, and one night he picked up a bottle of wine and I picked up a DVD and we had plans to watch the movie at his flat. As always I was wearing a mini skirt and pretty  sheer pantyhose with high heels, with a white blouse. When I arrived he answered the door and when he saw me gave a small gasp. I liked that! He said afterward it was the fact I was wearing a full ankle length coat open which meant it enhanced the shortness of my skirt and the length of my legs.

I love the looks I get when I’m out dressed like that, sometimes it…. No I digress back to my night in with Peter.

We sat on the sofa and after chatting and catching up and a couple of glasses of the red stuff, he went across the room to put the DVD in. As he walked back he looked at my feet and asked, “Would you like to take your heels off, give your feet a rest?

“OK.” I said and leant forward to remove them when he dropped to his knees and looking up at me said, “May I do it?” Hello I thought let’s see where this goes. I smiled and nodded and leaned forward a little so I could watch his face closely.

He gently took my right shoe and with one hand on the soul and the other on the back he very slowly removed it. He held it against his chest and leaned back on his ankles, admiring my foot I guess. I wiggled my now free toes, “Oh yes that feels much better.”

Still clutching my high heel he pointed to the arm of the sofa, “Could you get the remote please?” I’ve been around and knew why he asked, so as I turned my head and leaned over I kept half and eye and saw him have a quick sniff of my shoe. I turned back with the remote. I looked at him all big eyes and innocent, “Are you going to do my other foot?”

“Oh yes sorry,” he stammered and still clutching my right shoe leant forward. I smiled and pointed the shoe gripped hard against his chest, “You’ll have to put that down first.” He flushed bright red, which I enjoyed, put the shoe down like it was fragile china. Now he removed my left shoe in the same careful way, taking it to his chest and holding it tight. I wiggled both sets of toes, lifted my feet up to his face height and wiggled some more, “Oh that feels so much better.”

‘You Bitch,’ I thought as I could see his reaction to the soles of my feet, you’re going to have some fun here.

He hadn’t moved a muscle poor guy it was like he’d been cast to stone. I moved to make sure he got a view up my skirt, not too much, but enough to tease. I leant back into the sofa, arms out along the top, feet now back on the floor, a lady of leisure.

“Peter?” He jumped as if woken from a dream, and stammering again, “Yes Gail.”
“Would you like to smell my shoe?”
He was silent for little while, in shock I think, “Seriously I am allowed to smell your shoe?”
“Yes.” I replied sounding very patient.
“Smell you shoe with you watching me?”
“Yes, why is me watching a problem?”

Now he was far more alert, “No, no of course not,” he stopped or a second, “it’s just I’ve always had to do it in secret, and you , well I mean you,” he looked up at me, ”with wonderful gorgeous legs and feet , the best ever, is happy for me to do it.”

I laughed, “For God’s sake Peter do it before I put them back on and go home!”

He did and he enjoyed it very much, and I enjoyed watching him enjoy it too. Then I slid a little lower on the sofa and stretched out my legs, offering my feet to him which he gladly moved forward and began to caress. Seeing as I found out later he had never done this before, only fantasised about it, he was very good. The combination of his hands, mouth and tongue working all over my foot was lovely. He was truly appreciative and worked very hard for my pleasure, but I noticed his free hand kept wandering toward my leg, but he would pull it away.

So the next time it wandered up, I gently took it and placed it on my knee. This of course then encouraged him and he began to stroke my calf and knee as well.

“Peter stop!” He jumped and with a devastated look on his face let go of me. “I’d really like to watch the film I bought over and I could do with another glass of wine.” I had to concentrate not to laugh, he looked like a little boy who had been told to stop playing Minecraft just as he was about to defeat the enemy.

I smiled a huge smile, “Don’t panic, get me a glass of wine, I’ll start the DVD and you can sit between my legs all through the film. Would you like that?”

He nodded and smiled, got me a wine and sat on the floor between my legs facing the TV. I put my legs over his shoulders and put my left around his chest and he took the right foot in both hands.

It was a two hour film which I really enjoyed and of course having such wonderful attention to my feet and legs during was a lovely experience. The film finished and I got up to go to the bathroom and when I came back Peter was standing by the sofa. “What now?” he asked very quietly.

“What would you like now?” I asked in return. He stayed silent. “Peter I can’t read your mind, what would you like to do to me now.” Trust me guys if he had said something as gross and “Fuck your brains out” I would have been coat on and out the door.

Naturally there are times when that would work a treat, but this was not it. He was OK, he said, “I’ve always had a fantasy, it’s really big and it’s never happened.”
“Try me,” I replied, “you never know tonight might be the night.” OK I was taking a risk here, but I was pretty sure I had worked him out.

Looking down at the floor, his voice almost a whisper, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have a foot job from a girl wearing nylon on her feet. “

“Have you thought how that might work?” I asked.

“How do you mean?” he replied.

“Well in your fantasy is she in a chair with you laying on the floor, or is she sitting on your ankles, or is she sitting across you?”

“Oh I see what you mean,”  smiling he continued, “ In my fantasy I’m laying along the sofa and she is sitting on the arm facing me so I can see up her skirt,” then he started to get excited, “ and she’s got no panties on and…”

“Whoa slow down cowboy.” I laughed, “I have all the information I need. You better strip off then and lay down.”

“What now?” “Yes now.”

He did and his erection was a pleasure to behold. Not enormous, I’m not into those porn actors oversized cocks, had one once that was enough. No his was a nice size, straight and hard and big enough to get hold of without being threatening. What he didn’t know as I approached him was that I was thinking how nice it would be to suck on it, it was just the right size for a fulfilling blow job. However a foot job had been asked for so that is what he gets.

As he lay watching me I removed my shirt and skirt and he gave another little gasp as he saw I was without panties. I sat down on the arm of the sofa and positioned myself so I could put my feet comfortably around his cock. You guys may not realise it, but it’s difficult to keep balance while doing what needs to be done, and imagine if I got cramp just on the vinegar strokes, how awful would that be?

Anyway he was transfixed as I worked my nylon feet across, along, around and of course up and down his cock, and I really didn’t need to worry about getting cramp he came pretty quickly. I wasn’t surprised, obviously to fulfil a guys lifelong fantasy he’s not going to last long is he?

We saw quite a lot of each other over the next couple of months, but sadly like a lot of guys he started to get quite demanding, forgetting I had needs too, so I finished it. However I remember it fondly and if you are reading this Peter, you do have lovely cock.

A Cross dresser finds himself

I love diversity and have always believed in inclusiveness and want to please all my friends and followers, but obviously I cannot do it all at once. This story I relate now happened two years ago, and is mainly for my cross dresser friends. Although I hope you all enjoy it as a story. I know many of you are lucky enough to have a partner that you are able to share your passion with, and others of you have a friend who is into dressing in pantyhose with you.

However there is a group that would love to be able to dress and talk occasionally, but have wives and family that would be horrified. I do sympathise as to have such a yearning and not be able to indulge cannot be good for the psyche! Personally I have never understood wives like that, I mean for example let’s imagine I am married, (heaven forbid) and one day my husband told me he had a burning desire to fuck me whilst wearing a Santa costume.. I’d be a bit surprised.

Question I’d have – is it going to turn you on, will you be able to fuck me all night? Then of course I’d give it a go. Why the fuck not?

OK I know I am being a bit flippant, but I have got the point across, this partnership is a two way street, what could be in it for me, apart from the best fuck I’ve had in years!!

So to recount my story.

About 2 years ago I worked in a call centre, just after I got chucked out of Uni. The hours were crap, but the group I worked with were fun. I was no different then, always short skirts with pantyhose, or sometimes hold ups, and mostly high heels. A lovely guy called Derek started to take quite an interest in my hosiery, asking makes, colours and I started to suspect he wasn’t just in love with my legs in them, it was more a case of wanting to wear them.

One lunch break I challenged him gently, but he denied it strenuously, too much actually. I knew then, but as he denied it, it went nowhere. Finally a few weeks later we went as a group to the pub, it had been a long week and we were celebrating a bonus. Some bonus –  one round of drinks used it up, but any excuse for a piss up. (piss –up English slang for getting drunk)

After a few pints Derek was becoming far more talkative and finally he told me he wore pantyhose under his trousers at work. We talked about it and he admitted he would really like to experience wearing them properly with high heels and skirt. I told him he could, but he said all he had read about it and looking at escorts sites they wanted to sissify the client. That wasn’t what he was looking for. He explained he was a hetro man through and through and had no interest in sex with men dressed as a woman, or being sissified.

I did my best to explain to him what being a CD could mean and even in that one corner of fetishem there are many different flavours. So I suggested he come over to my place one evening and I’d get a couple of girlfriends over and we would just have a girly night. He could dress as a woman and we would do his make up if he wanted, but it was up to him.

He couldn’t agree quickly enough and a date was set. Well it’s all well for him, but I had to find a pretty dress size 14, high heels size 9 and all on a budget. He had said the lingerie was not something he wanted to try, thank goodness.

The night arrived, Carla and Susan joined me and we prepared the flat for a girlie night in. 2 bottles of white wine, as Carla calls it “Slag Fuel” a few biccies and dips,  and a chick flick on dvd. The doorbell went and Carla went to let him in. Carla is blonde and very sexy, she too has long legs and wears skirts even shorter than me. She led Derek into the room and we could all see the poor guy was shaking with nerves. He tried to smile as I introduced to Sue, but I could see his top lip was doing that thing that it sticks to your teeth. Come on we’ve all been there!

Sue got up, now Sue is different she likes to wear very tight leggings with stupidly high heels and of course looks amazing. She is quite busty and wears low cut lose tops and actually gets upset if guys don’t look down it as she leans forward. She leans forward a lot.

We all had a glass of vino and finally he started to relax. It was about an hour later when he was ready to get dressed in what we had prepared for him. He went off to the bathroom to dress and came out a few minutes later, stood in the doorway and looked bloody awful. “Really?” we all called. He looked devastated poor guy. Carla jumped up and took his arm and led him into the room fully.

You look like a sack of rubbish she told him as she started straightening the shoulders of the dress. Well that was the start of the fun, the wine flowed, the biccies were dipped and eaten, the wine flowed more and finally Derek was ready. We told him to stand and we admired our work. He was wearing the dress which I had found in a charity shop, it looked fantastic, if a little lacking in the chest department. He had opted not to wear makeup.

He wore shiny pantyhose which we pulled and pushed to ensure the seams were all as they should be and I had managed to find a pair of size 9 pink suede 4” heel court shoe. I think you Americans call them pumps.  We took him through to the bedroom so he could see himself in the full length mirror. Carla turned the light on with a “Tadaaaa” and he gasped at his reflection. We all laughed as we saw the front of the skirt lift, “so that’s why men don’t wear skirts,” Sue commented with a huge grin. Derek was embarrassed but he didn’t need to be not with Sue around.

She lifted the skirt to have a good look and was impressed with what she saw. Carla and I knew that was our signal to leave as we knew Sue was going to take care of the tent in the front of the hose.  Finally Derek came out now dressed in his man attire put his arms around me and started to cry. He kept thanking me and then Carla, he was seriously happy and perhaps contented.

I know Sue carried on seeing him for a bit and helped him adjust to his lifestyle, secret, but at least he could indulge as she showed him how to join forums and talk with others like him.  God what must it have been like for people before the internet? Rhetorical question people:)

Every word is true, I hope you enjoyed, please comment if you have any input.

Gail xx

Well that’s interesting!

An American gentlemen admirer has just totally confused me and it took a while and a little googling for us to sort it out.

It appears he believed that here in the UK we call what he calls tights we call stockings, and… well it got really confusing.

So I googled it and found loads of US websites have got it wrong.

Let me explain what we English girls say and wear. All tights whether opaque, sheer what you Americans call pantyhose here in the UK they are all tights. Now what we call stockings are I think the same, one on each leg. Hold ups have a grip top and can be worn on their own. True stockings need a suspender belt in UK – what Americans call a garter belt. 🙂

Getting there. 🙂 Then finally there are FF (Fully Fashioned) Nylons, which are actually shaped to the leg. Usually popular with older gentlemen. Feel lovely on though even if they wrinkle at knee and ankle, but I’m told that is what make them sexy.

So there we are two great nations separated by the same language. 🙂

Here are the examples

Stockings with Garter (Suspender belt)

Hold ups

Tights UK (pantyhose USA)

Putting on my Fav Pantyhose

I have had a request to tell how it feels when I put on a pair of my expensive hose. I realised as I started to write that this could be enjoyed on many levels. Firstly my wonderful leg and feet slaves could imagine they are sitting at my feet watching, hoping I might let my feet get close to them. My CD friends will, I hope, enjoy the thrill of the experience as I do and finally my pantyhose lovers will simply enjoy imagining watching me dress before they take me to dinner.
As this is no ordinary pair of pantyhose they have been chosen for a special occasion. CECILA DE RAFAEL ETERNO 15.

I love these as they are so very silky soft, but at the same time have this wonderful sheen like oil. So I am completely naked as I am getting ready to go out. My makeup is done and I sit for a minute admiring my feet which were pedicured yesterday and look wonderful. I run my hand up my shin and feel how wonderfully smooth it is as my legs were sugared 4 days ago and my skin is like silk.

Now I open the packet, take my time these are very special and remove them from the cellophane wrapper, then the cardboard inlay. Now they are sitting across my lap so very silky soft. I pick them up, adjust them so I have the left leg, and slowly begin to roll down the nylon in my two hands until I have the foot. I crossmy left leg over my right knee and put the rolled nylon over my painted toes and begin to roll the nylon onto my foot. Slowly I work my way up, over my heel, around my ankle and now leaning back a little, leg out in front, knee slightly bent I roll the nylon up my shin to my knee.

Letting go of the nylon I straighten my leg and with both hands smooth the nylon over my foot and up my calf. I cannot describe the pleasure the feeling of the hose on my silky smooth legs and on my hands gives me, but when I take the time like this it certainly makes my lady parts moist.

I never ever pull at the nylon with finger and thumb, too much risk of a ladder. If they are not tight enough, I roll back down and pull back up until they are just right!

With the left leg now over my knee I begin the whole procedure with the right, following exactly the same process, again without crossing my legs, enjoying the sensual pleasure it gives me. Now with the pantyhose on my thighs I stand and slowly using both hands in an arcing movement I bring the hose higher and higher to just under my bottom.

Now my favourite part, as I feel the tight pantyhose resist at first and then slide up over my bottom and of course the front come up too. I like next to feel the seam at the back to make sure it is straight and then I pull tight at the front so I feel the seam sliding in between my little lady lips, a pleasure that if worked right can give pleasure all day. I then complete my dressing, slip on a pair of high heels, and I know I am going to turn heads.

A long night serving pints

Just to get things straight I am not a sub in any way and I don’t want pictures of people’s dicks. That is actually disrespectful and says a lot about guys who do it. I love to wear pantyhose and stockings and never ever wear trousers. OK there are occasions when I wear very tight shiny leggings because they make a girls arse look great.

I like to tell you about things that happen to me and it’s not always sexy, or lewd but I hope still interesting

I used to work in a bar some evenings and it got pretty busy on the weekend and I went in on Saturday for a supposed 3 hour shift. I was wearing as always a short skirt, black pantyhose, my fav black leather boots and a denim shirt over a cream singlet T.

I knew I was looking good from all the admiring glances I was getting. Did I say glances, one older gent couldn’t take his eyes off me. I don’t mind as long as they don’t get mouthy and he was quiet. Obviously sitting at the end of the bar he got a great view as I worked like a Trojan. It was busy.

As was quite often the case the other girl didn’t show up so the boss asked me to work an extra shift, which meant six hours and by the time I finished I’d actually been on my feet eight hours with only a small break. I didn’t notice when the old gent left, it was so busy I didn’t even think of him again.

My feet were killing me as the final customers left and I sat down on a bench seat and took off my boots and started rubbing my feet. It felt so good although they were very sweaty after eight hours encased in nylon and leather. It was then the old gentlemen appeared from the toilets. “We’re closed. “ I told him.
“That’s Ok,” he replied, “I’m staying here.” I nodded and smiled and gave my feet more attention. I didn’t really think, but obviously with one leg crossed over the other and a short skirt on I was probably showing a great deal more leg than I should have been. Mind you when I did think about it, I was too tired to care and hey why shouldn’t he get an eyeful if he wants?

This is when things got interesting. He came closer and looked around and then very quietly said something, but I couldn’t hear him. He tried again and this time I heard. He asked If he could buy my pantyhose. That eight hour shift had earnt me a fair amount, so why not double it. “OK,” I smiled and told him how much I had earnt for that 8 hour shift and asked him to treble it. Being the naughty tease I am I made sure he saw my toes wiggling as I rubbed them some more. He agreed providing I took them off there in front of him.

Well I might be naughty, but I don’t wear pants under them, and that pleased him even more, so was happy for me to go to the ladies room to remove them. I came out with them and gave them to him and he paid me which was a nice deal. I know other girls hate the idea of what men might do with their pantyhose, but it actually turns me on to think that a man gets so turned on by my scent and sweat.

So there you have it, I might act like a princess, but I love to be naughty and love to be admired.

This picture was taken by my flatmate after we both pulled a long haul waitressing in our local Gourmet pub. I do hope you enjoy.

Accused of looking like a prostitute!

I don’t go to London nearly as often as I should, but because of my studying I’ve had more opportunities to spend time in the city. There’s something about London that I just adore. I don’t know if it’s the people, that it goes from bright and polished to gritty and grimy in the length of a street or the individuals that make it so captivating to me.

Whatever the reason, whenever I go there I try to spend as much time as I can roaming and exploring. I do miss the city since I left for Uni and I try to find excuses to head out as often as I can. The cost of Uni is pretty prohibitive and leaves nothing over, which is why I’ve started on here hopeing to earn a little extra cash and have fun!

A few weekends ago I found myself sitting in a coffee shop, sipping a Latte and killing time waiting for a friend. I was dressed in what I usually wear to town: a pair of Aristoc Nero pantyhose, black boots, completed with a short skirt. Because London has been so cold, I was also wearing a sweater from the last year Ex Boyfriend Collection. I hadn’t made an effort and my long black hair was stuffed under a beanie hat.

I was halfway through my coffee when this old tramp guy wandered in.

He approached the counter and started babbling to the old Italian lady behind the counter. I didn’t really notice too much as I was watching what was happening out in the street, a couple of fit guys were painting a shop front on the other side of the street. So engrossed I didn’t notice that the homeless man inside the coffee shop had come up behind me until he started babbling at me.

There is one life lesson that every attractive girl on the planet has learned, if someone is bothering you, if you totally ignore them they will eventually wander away. If that doesn’t work, that’s why I carry pepper spray. But usually the ignoring works.

He continued rabbiting on about my hair, my chest and my ass, especially my legs so I kept ignoring him.

Eventually he started bugging some guy across the room for change. The sweet guy, being far more understanding than me, gave him some change. Then the tramp turned his attention to me again.

Bloody great!

About two more minutes of random ramblings about parts of my body followed. After that he started to say all the inappropriate things he wanted to do to me, some of which I hadn’t even heard of. I continued drinking my coffee watching the two guys across the street.

Finally the little Italian lady got sick of him and threw him out.
“Get out – out I don’t let people beg for money! You get out!”

She then proceeded to chase him out of the door with a tray. He turned and smiled his black teeth at me, grabbed his crotch anmd thrust at me. Then she hit him with the tray as he finally ducked out the door.

I smiled at her a silent “thank you for getting rid of that man who was claiming he wanted to do inappropriate things to me.”

She stood for a few seconds hands on hips looked at me and then it was like she made a decision and glared.

“You go too! You dress like a prostitute and make trouble! You get out!”

I decided to go before she brought out the tray out again. I was halfway down the road texting my friend to change our meeting when it occurred to me that I was just thrown out of a coffee shop in London for dressing like a prostitute?

It says interesting things about how prostitutes around there dress. Beani hat and over sized sweater? My friend took this picture to make the point 🙂