The Beautiful Huddersfield Mistress Helena, my Nylon stocking Goddess
I sit waiting patiently for Huddersfield Mistress Helena to arrive.
I only have an hour to wait.
Then I shall be in her presence.
My mind is racing.
Which nylons will adorn her beautiful shapely legs?
Will she wear stockings or pantyhose?
Will they be black or white?
Will they be seamed or not? Cuban or Havana heeled?
And what about her footwear?
Heels or boots?
What Colour will she adorn. Maybe the ones with ankle straps?
It is all too much for me to think about.
I have a raging erection as I contemplate just exactly what my mistress will be wearing.
I am overcome with the urge to masturbate, but do not want to disappoint my mistress.
What will I do upon her arrival?
Will we dispense with the formalities and get immediately down to the spanking and humiliation and worship?
Am I due a caning?
And which cane might my beautiful Huddersfield Mistress bring? Might she even bring more than one? Could I be that lucky?
What shade of lipstick will Mistress wear? I love her divine red luscious lips. Her smile her pout as she flicks the cane.
How will she have her hair this time?
Might I be allowed to stroke Mistress’ nylons? Maybe even kiss them? Or, heaven forbid, lick them? Imagine how wonderful that would be!
I nearly pass out in anticipation.
I adore the beautiful Huddersfield Mistress Helena, a real femme fatale.
Mistress Helena, the Huddersfield Mistress may even cane my sorry ass as I grovel at her feet, begging to be permitted to run my tongue over her perfect shiny high heeled shoes.
Or take me over her knee, covered in her stockings, whilst she spanks my undeserving behind.
All these thoughts and many, many more are speeding through my brain until my phone bleeps.
‘I am at the door, you worthless piece of shit, open it up, NOW’
Oh, dear God, we are about to commence…
I adore the beautiful Huddersfield Mistress Helena, a real femme fatale.