I know that you crave it. My nylon stockings, their scent - my scent - filling your head while I remind you of your place. You want to touch them. You want to bury your nose in the thin fabric. Does it make you weak to simply let yourself imagine it? You, in front of me, kneeling, breathing deeper, growing weaker and more obedient with every command. Soon, you'll realize how easy it is for me to control you. How easy it would be for you to fuck up. Are you ready to inhale and surrender properly to your Goddess?
