Pantyhose Playtime

Hello, my name is David, and I have a, I guess you can call it, an addiction. It isn't or alchol, my is more of a, well, a kink: I love pantyhose. Whenever I see a woman in a skirt and her legs are covered in pantyhose, I just lose my mind. Sure, I love women's legs as much as the next guy, but pantyhose just give this nice feel when your hands rub them up and down, the toes just look so delicious, and the ass just so...Sorry, got a little excited there.

It all started in my childhood, my father was a magician and he had this beautiful assistant, Tiffany her name was, dressed in the typical magic get up, leotard, shash, and black pantyhose. God, her legs looked stunning in them. Whenever I watched my dad's show, no matter what feats of magic he performed, my eyes were always on Tiffany's nylon covered legs. I didn't know why, but for some reason I thought they were the most beautiful things I ever seen. I've seen her a couple of times bare legged, they looked good but they never had the same appeal to me without the pantyhose on, I had once thought that was strange, Tiffany was a beautiful woman, but seeing her bare legs wasn't the same without the pantyhose.

After one show ended real late, my father invited Tiffany to spend the night at our house (and no, not for sex, I'll have you know my parents were happily married.), Tiffany was so tired she feel asleep on the couch without changing out of her costume. I remember after my folks went to bed, I snuck over to the couch, Tiffany was out like a light, I was just staring at her beautiful pantyhosed legs, until I finally got up the courage to touch her leg. It felt amazing, the fabric of the pantyhose felt so good over her smooth legs. I had spent two hours running my hands up and down her sexy legs, enjoying the feeling of the pantyhose, Tiffany didn't wake up once, I even played with her feet, and for some reason I had the urge to put on lips on her feet, but before I had the chance, I heard my mother coming down the stairs, to give Tiffany a blanket, I quickly returned to my room without her noticing.

It all came to a head at one of my father's shows, they were doing the old 'sawing a woman in half' trick, and I was invited to prove the feet sticking out of the box were Tiffany's before my father began sawing. To prove it, I tickled her feet, and I kept on tickling her pantyhosed covered feet, despite my father's protest and Tiffany begging me to stop while laughing like a mad woman, until I finally began licking her feet and sucking on her toes. Tiffany immediately quit after the humiliating show, and I never saw her again. My mother began doing the assistant's job, my parents end up getting closer together, but they were worried about my sanity.

It wasn't the only incident where my fetish got the better of me, over the years whenever I see a woman in pantyhose, nylons, tights, stockings or even thigh highs, I lose control of myself. There were many lawsuits, so I began seeing a therapist. We've made some progress, he helped me get a bit of control in my life, advised me to get a job to help keep my mind off of my fetish. Well...truth be told he's actually my second therapist, my first was a woman who wore pantyhose in her professional attire. Our first and only session ended with her tied and gagged on the couch and her pantyhose completely soaked in my saliva (and other...stuff).

I want to have a normal life, I don't want to be a lust filled pantyhose addict. Hopefully my new job will help with my problem.