Unhappy with the amount of viable worship and tithing I have received from my supposed stocking slave, I decide to have a special show for the slacker. I know My silky smooth nylons drive him crazy so I decide to show him what the stockings would be like if they matched the level of quality slave he has been. Revealing a run in the right leg, I assert my displeasure with the service. Why should I bother being perfect for someone so imperfect. Today my stocking slave will have to watch me completely destroy my foot wear and then go worship them on his own in the bathroom. That is all he deserves.
