You know your place, and my stockings remind you of it. Breathe in the scent of my pantyhose, imagine them pressed against your face, feel your resolve melt into pure need. Sniff, stroke, obey until the world narrows down to nothing but the soft fabric and my voice.
I tease and toy with you, watching you weaken under the perfume and the tease, and every stroke ties you tighter to my control. Do exactly as I say and you might earn the privilege of another inhale.