Inside the box, inside a piece of delicate tissue paper was a pair of stockings. Black seamed stockings. The sheer nylon was impossibly fine, and a single, elegant seam ran up the back of each, a dark line promising structure and submission.

“ Put them on.” Said Mistress 

I took the stocking. The material was cool and slippery between my fingers. I rolled the first stocking carefully, gathering the fine nylon into a loose ring. I lifted my right foot, slipping my toes into the sheer toe box. The sensation was immediate and electric. The nylon hugged my foot, a gentle, constant pressure. I began to roll the stocking up my calf. Slowly.

The material whispered against my skin, a sensuous drag that made me  catch my breath 

As I pulled it higher, over my knee, the seam at the back pressed into my flesh. It felt like a rule being written directly onto my body. I smoothed the stocking up my thigh pressing  the sheer fabric flat against my skin. The top edge, a band of slightly thicker black lace, settled just below the curve of my hip. 

 a gentle, unyielding embrace.

I repeated the process with the left leg. The symmetry of the sensation, the completion of it, sent a rush of electricity through my core. I stood up. The stockings changed everything. My legs felt… different.

Elegant. Exposed . Feminine 

The seams running up the backs of my calves and thighs were a constant, quiet reminder of their presence. I took a tentative step. Before hitching  them to the garter belt 

The nylon stretched and moved with me, a silken whisper against my own skin.

Mistress Psyche watched,“Look at yourself,” she said. 

I turned towards the large, mirror on the wall.

 The black stockings transformed my legs. They made them longer, sleeker. Sexier 

The seams drew the eye, drew the desire and creating a line of focus that traveled all the way up to the lace edge, to the garter straps and then up to matching black g string