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Oh, sweet thing… you think you’re hiding it so well under those “manly” jeans? That soft, sheer black pantyhose hugging your legs, sliding against your skin with every step, reminding you who’s really in control.

I love making my boys layer up like this—nylon under denim, a secret slutty secret that only I know about. It turns every meeting, every commute, every mundane errand into delicious humiliation. You feel feminine, exposed, owned… even when no one else can tell.

Reblog if the thought makes your caged clit throb. Reblog if you’re already sliding into a pair right now, just because Mistress said so.

Bonus task for my good girls: Wear them to work tomorrow. Send proof. If you’re extra pathetic and silky-smooth, I might let you edge through the fabric… but no release. That’s reserved for real cocks.

It’s not rocket science, sissy 💋

If your lips are painted red and open… someone’s definitely going to want to use them.