My Lingerie and Stocking Fetish

My Lingerie and Stocking Fetish

Lingerie and stocking fetish. One night when I was a kid, my parents went out for the evening with friends. After only an hour babysitting my siblings, I was a little bored. The recently acquired, ornate carved wood armoire in my parents’ master bedroom struck a chord of intrigue in my young (Chronicles of Narnia) reading mind. I decided to leave my two little brothers watching TV in the den and begin my secret expedition to the armoire.  Inside one of the deep drawers towards the bottom, I discovered two sets of silk stockings, two garter belts, and one (crotchless, frilly) pink and black negligee. As soon as I touched these (foreign to me) delicate, whisper-light fabrics.

My lingerie and stocking fetish began…

The stockings were intricate and well made, not at all like the trashy mass manufactured lingerie of today.  They were refined, and the fabric slipped smoothly over my hand and through my fingers. I held one pair of black stockings up and watched the sleek pair gracefully unroll all the way down to the ankles and feet.  By the shape that these were not ordinary “nylons” or the opaque pink “tights” I wore to ballet class. I had hit the jackpot on my Nancy Drew snoop fest because these were special lady garments I had never ever encountered before. Their exact purpose was a real mystery to me as well, because I had never seen my mom wear them, not even once. I knew I had a desire to wear them, and my addiction to beautiful lingerie, to garter belts, and to stockings was born.

The negligee was a refined work of art and felt forbidden to me. I found it semi-hidden under some of my mother’s more pedestrian sleepwear. The entire drawer had a muffled and clean scent to it, with a note of perfume.  Communing with these secret garments was a feast for the senses. I had never even worn nylons before, did not even own a training bra, and I knew that trying the stocking on was a desire I could not indulge. The negligee held my interest, and I inspected it thoroughly. My lingerie and stocking fetish was rolling!

It had light pink lace inset into the breast cups and along the edge of the hemline.

The negligee was black yet transparent, it felt lacy and feminine. It had light pink lace inset into the breast cups and along the edge of the hemline. I held it out to take in the design detail. I had never seen something embroidered with such care. The straps were a strip of fine black lace further embellished with tiny light pink rosebuds. The bustline of the negligee was beautifully appointed with tiny soft ruffles along all the seams. Sheer curiosity made me bring it to my face and inhale. The fabric itself had a different smell to it. It smelled sweet, like my mother’s skin. Only then did I realize that I was invading a secret place, which gave my lingerie and stocking fetish a thrilling zing.

Babydoll in style, the breast cups were separated but tied together midpoint with two very thin pink silk ribbons. What is tied can be untied…was my immediate thought. I stepped into the mirror of the armoire and held this (upper thigh-length) piece of lingerie in front of me. It had an empire waist that began where the breasts and the pink ribbons ended. The diaphanous black fabric was sheer, yet so meticulously designed that it pleated into a sleek drape. The hemline gave the negligee some swish and billowy movement. I was in heaven, with my lingerie and stocking fetish.

My lingerie and stocking fetish was making me feel heady.

I slipped the straps onto my shoulders, and it hung in an oversized, slightly silly manner. I knew it would, but I had to tie those strings – and did. The hemline was huge, so I held the lace-ruffled edges out to inspect the skirt portion. The sheer black pleats fanned out like a flamenco dancer’s skirt.  I noticed that a scant pair of matching black lace panties was tied to a black silken loop inside. I felt flushed and even then could not WAIT to wear lusciously slippery garments against my skin. As an adult, my lingerie fetish knows no bounds.

I have scads of it. I also have a gorgeous antique armoire that I keep it in. Lingerie fetishists, I am one. Stocking and garter belt lover, I’m that too. Stockings, panties, slips, chemises, and negligees made of silk, satin, and couture lace fabrics from Italy and France. I love and wear them all during my exploits in sensual domination. Selecting them is one of my favorite things. If you have a lingerie and stocking fetish, you are in good company with Mistress Justine, because I have a lingerie and stocking fetish too. So much so I made sure to wear my favorite set at my creampie sex orgy.

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