POV: Oh look I'm wrapped in your biggest weakness, nylon tights. And even worse for you well in this case is that they are double layered, meaning im wearing 2 pairs. You're so weak at the sight of me, you listen eagerly to my sensual voice luring you in until you're in the kind of subspace that makes disobeying me impossible. You wait for my words to cause an action in you, to guide you and tell you what I want you to do. Then you hear it, the denial- you're so used to drowning in it but it stings differently from me because you thought I'd allow you to stroke, giving what I'm wearing and how it effects you. But no. You're not allowed to stroke. What have you done for me slave?