Tied Up In Pantyhose

In my opinion, tied up in pantyhose is where Bobby belongs.

Bobby is a sexy, aggressive, and hard-working Broker. He is sharp as a tack and uber Alpha. This has gotten him very far in the financial world. More often than not, he correctly calls future outcomes and completely steamrolls the competition. People respect and fear him; he intimidates most of the folks he comes across, be they colleagues or clients. The bully tactics he employs have been quite effective for him. You would never expect a guy like him to get tied up in pantyhose.

I first met Bobby while looking for someone to help me grow a surprise inheritance I had just learned of. He instantly charmed me, but I was not intimidated by him in the slightest. In fact, as soon as I saw him interacting with some of his colleagues, I knew exactly what he needed. I needed to tie him up in pantyhose.

Bobby asked me to dinner… well, more demanded I have dinner with him.

Knowing we were going to end the night with Bobby tied up in pantyhose, I agreed to go to dinner with him. He insisted I have one of his cars pick me up. In a display of defiance and to express an assertion of my independence, I said, “No, no, I will meet you at the restaurant.” Taken aback, yet wanting badly to go on this date with me, Bobby hesitatingly gave in and “allowed” me to meet him there.

I pictured Bobby tied up in pantyhose the second I saw him at the restaurant.

We met in front of the restaurant, then quickly made our way inside. The establishment treated us like royalty from the start with an overly doting hostess. Everyone there clearly knew Bobby, and they were all very eager to please him. I laughed to myself, imagining how these folks would respond if they ever saw Bobby tied up in pantyhose.

The thought of tying him up in pantyhose filled my dirty mind with anticipation and my eager pussy with so much wetness.

Bobby invited me back to his place after we finished dinner. Of course, I agreed, leaving my vehicle at the restaurant. I’d had a few drinks anyway, so I took his open hand and entered his car with him. We started kissing passionately. Leaning back, I put my pantyhose-covered leg up to his lips, gently demanding he kiss them. Next, I slid them off my legs, preparing for my next move.

Now straddling Bobby, I put his hands behind the seat and tied his wrists together with my pantyhose. Looking surprised but excited, Bobby asked, “What are you doing?”

“Shhhh,” I replied before pulling his pants down and riding his rock-hard cock. Now that I had tied him up in pantyhose, I could use him as my fuck toy, and oh, did I.

I do love to wear pantyhose and tie my fuck toys up with them. They look even sexier with heels. Read my last blog, all about My High Heel Fetish.

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