The flat I live in has a communal garden. So today as it was sunny I decided to go out in the garden and do some flashing of my stockings and a little bit more. But as I started to flash myself in front of the camera, after about 10 minutes I realised there was two men on the roof, who had come to fix the neighbours satellite dish and they had stopped working and was staring down at me. I thought I had better stop flashing my stockings and take my panties down and give them more of a flash than they were bargaining for. They seemed to enjoy watching me in this skirt, no panties and fully fashioned stockings. The only thing I was worried about was if they got to excited and fell off the roof! I was worried I might get in trouble if that happened. But I was having far to much fun playing with myself and my stockings to stop and these satellite repair men on the roof was having far to much fun watching. So I carried on. I hope I did the right thing? What do you think? Would you have been happy on the roof watching me flashing my stockings and more in front of the camera?

The cold air slapped against my wet legs as I made my way to the bedroom cupboard.  I was getting ready for my job; it was a temporary one again at a posh firm in a building about five blocks away.  My cupboard was lined with expensive silk, cashmere and wool garments that each felt wonderful against my skin.  I needed something lush and professional so that I could keep everyone’s eyes on me and opted for a black wool suit that screamed elegance but showed enough leg to keep everyone’s attention.

Taking the hanger of the rail, with the clothes attached, I made my way over to the bed and lay the midnight black suit against the cloudy white sheets that lined my bed.  I tiptoed over to my set of drawers and fumbled in the top left drawer which held my lingerie.

A white matching set caught my eye and that is what I would be wearing today.  The lacy cotton bra would uplift my breasts and give me a plunging cleavage that would catch any mans attention.  The panties would look lovely sitting neatly up from my pale, natural coloured stockings.

Once I was comfortable sitting down on the bed I picked up the soft white bra and held it firmly against my bust while I clipped the bra together with the front fastening clip.  The bra cupped my breasts boosting them outwards and upwards.  The straps sat delicately on my shoulders.  I skimmed my fingers down my stomach as I picked the panties up and bent over to slide them up my delicate legs.  After sliding each foot into the panty holes I eased them over my legs and sat them gently onto my hips.

My natural, sheer stockings lay smoothed out on the bed.  They shimmered under the bedroom light as I grazed my fingers up and down the smooth material before picking them up and guiding them to my soft and sumptuous legs.  I gently pried open the first stocking and placed my left foot inside the gaping hole.  The sheer cloth gracefully slid up my leg and over my knee so that it came to rest gently over my thigh.  I snapped the cold, metal suspender clips tightly on the delicate fabric and watch the clip indent the stocking.

The second stocking felt just as wonderful.  I felt the smooth material work its way up my leg.  The sensations tickled my sensitive skin as I placed the stocking atop my thigh and proceeded to hold it up with the cold, harsh clasp.  My underwear was fully on and I stood up so that I could place my suit on.

I slipped my soft cream shirt on over my sexy lingerie and felt the cool fabric drift over my torso.  I buttoned up the shirt, leaving the top button open so that I could expose my jutting cleavage.  My black and white pinstriped suit jacket and skirt lay on the bed.  I slid the skirt of the coat hanger and undid the plastic button and zip.  I slipped into the skirt, the silk underskirt brushing against my stockings sending shivers down my spine.

I glanced in my cupboard mirror before putting on my suit jacket, I looked stunning, elegant and sexy all at once.  A smile crossed my lips as I headed back for the jacket.  Today was going to be a good day, I knew it.

I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed for the front door. I would grab a coffee from the van on the way to work.  I slipped my high heeled court shoes on as I reached the door.  They sky was glowing bright but it wasn’t hot.  It was freezing cold and I hailed a taxi forgetting all about the morning coffee as the wind blew through my hair.

The driver was a tall, dark haired Englishmen who eyed me up thoroughly before the taxi left the rank.  His eyes were fixated on my stunning legs.  My skirt hid ridden up and the lace tips of my stockings were peeking out from under my skirt.  His attention was plainly in that area and he almost wet himself as he dodged a car speeding by.  My legs felt the draft as the cool air slipped up my skirt and against my panties.  The driver licked his lips as we sped down the streets, he was not really paying much attention to where he was going as long as his eyes could linger on the sneaky peek my succulent legs provided him with.

He was just passing my stop as I shouted for him to stop, with a flushed and somewhat embarrassed look he asked for the fare.  I dug around in my purse until I could find change.  His hands and mine brushed as the money changed hands and he looked up at me, his eyes full of lust and quickly dipping own to eye my legs over once more as I walked up to the office building.

I walked up the steps and had to endure a few carnivorous looks from passers by who were fixated on my wearing stockings to the office.  As I took each step I felt the stockings glide against the inside of my thighs, I tingled all over as I approached the office door and made my way inside.  Each passer by insisted on peeking at my legs and what enclosed them.

As I approached the reception desk I smoothed my hands down my skirt and over the tops of my stockings, savouring the feel of the sheer nylon against my fingertips.  As the desk was getting closer and closer I reached out to pick up my staff badge.  My heels clicked loudly against the marble flooring directing all the attention towards me and my fine legs.  I made my way to the elevators feeling the heavy weight of gazes weighing me down as the elevator bells rung.

I looked around one last time before proceeding into the lift.  As I took the first step forward I altered my skirt to make it somewhat longer so that I didn’t attract so much attention.  Any other circumstance the attention would be much appreciated but right now I need to be considered professional.   As the elevator closed doors the gentleman passing the lift had his jaw to the floor and his eyes stuck on my thighs.  I wonder what other reactions this day would entice?  Maybe I’m due a raise. To read all my exclusive stockings adventures, watch my stockings movies or see my exclusive stockings pictures visit my premium site here

Do you like to see nothing more than a pair of legs in stockings walking around the house. Would you like to see me parade around my house in these fully fashioned seemed stockings and this very short dress and high heels? Well I am mopping the kitchen floor, would you like to watch me? Well the great thing about running my own stockings site is that I get to show off all day to men in my stockings, which is my most favourite hobby. Does your wife allow you to watch her as she mops the floor in stockings? Or do any of the housework? Well you can watch me any time you want. I am here as your own private stockings slave, parading around in my stockings for you. This exclusive movie shot just for you is a real movie for stockings and legs lovers. All the action is focusing on my stocking covered legs. Do you like it? Do you like watching me walking around and putting a stockings show just for you? Would you like to stroke my nylon covered legs as I walk past? Well reach out and rub them as I parade in front of you. The music is a bit load so if you wife is around you will have to turn the music down. visit sabrina Stockings to watch the full length movie

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As my job is a temporary secretary I spend all week in the office and have of course to dress smart in usually a business suit or a skirt and blouse. I do dress a lot less conservative than the average girl you will find in the office, because I love to tease all the gentlemen I work with. Of course I am well known for my very short skirts that I wear so I can flash men my panties and stocking tops. But at weekends a nice girl can sometimes get naughty and I will often wear some coloured stockings, like these nice pink stockings in this movie. A really short skirt, like this tartan skirt here and entertain myself at home alone. In this movie I am entertaining myself. The thing is about stockings, wearing them are such a turn on that I don’t need any lady or gentleman friends to get all excited. Watch me play with my stockings and panties and a little bit more in this exclusive movie visit sabrina Stockings to watch the full length movie

I just love wearing all different uniforms and seeing nice ladies and gentlemen in uniforms. My favourite uniforms are air hostess, secretary of course, as thats what I wear every day to work. nurses uniforms are very hot. But I like the proper uniforms, not these fake ones you get from sex shops. I like real uniforms, so if I wear a nurses uniform or an air hostess uniform I will always buy real ones. I often hunt around the net looking for good uniform sites. These are some of my favourite uniform sites. Of course my site is also listed at these sites as they list only the best uniform sites. Visit them all and see what great uniform sites they have. If you like any uniforms at all you will find them on one of these.

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Well I need a new slave, someone who wants to worship me and my stockings. Are you the sort of slave who is willing to lick my boots clean? Are you prepared to lick the metal clasps of my suspender belt until they shine? What about my knee length leather boots? When I get a slave he has to be prepared to do all of that and much more. I demand that the sole and heel of my boots are cleaned, that my slave licks the floor in front of where ever I walk. That he runs his tongue up the back of my stockings, right up the seam until he reaches my panties and licks them clean as well. Even if having the material from my stockings and panties makes his tongue and mouth dry. Is that you are you willing to do that? The thing is with a true stockings worshiper is that they must expect nothing in return. The very best you can hope for is once a month I might let you wash my stockings or smell my panties, bet even then I would have to be in a VERY good mood. To see the complete video and all my videos visit sabrina Stockings

Work takes it out of you all week and then the weekend is full of partying. Where on earth can anyone find peace in the world? Well I figured since I had worked and partied so hard it was time for a casual, relaxing Sunday and I had the perfect idea. A picnic was in order, yes that’s right, a traditional wicker basket, sandwiches and strawberries picnic. Luckily enough the day started of very bright and promising.

I bathed today, rather than opting for the shower. I had time to kill and I wanted to kill it peacefully. I lay under all the bubbles, my breasts bobbing up and down in the water and my legs shining under the bathroom spotlights. Today was going to be a good day I could feel it.

The cool air slapped my legs as I got out of the bathroom, even with the heating on it was still cold as soon as you jumped out of a bath. I wrapped my towel around me snug and tight and then headed towards the bedroom.

My bedroom was a lot cosier than the bathroom. I hugged my towel close to me as I started to dry myself of. I rubbed the towel in between my legs and over my thighs, soaking up every bit of moisture on the bottom half of my body. I ran the towel along my shoulders and down my breasts. I dabbed my hair in the towel, preventing droplets of water falling back down my smooth body.

I had chosen a subtle, more playful suit for the day. Of course I wore my stockings but I wore a short, black, floaty skirt and a soft cream tank top to go with it. I sat down on the bed as I started to get dressed. My bra was the first garment that I picked up. It was a soft, cream, stain bra that held my breasts in place with moulded cups. The straps sat gently on my shoulders and the clasp neatly clung to my gentle back.

My stockings were cream in colour to match my top and my underwear. The stockings were gently pattered with two soft lines running up the back of them. They were thick and I had chosen cream to keep my legs cool from the hot sun.

The stockings melded into the white bed sheets, like a soft stain. I picked up the first one and eased it open with my perfectly manicured hands. It was smooth on my fingertips, the fabric whispering against my soft skin. I pulled the stocking steadily over my leg, the gentle material felt like heaven on my skin.

I picked up the other sticking and pried it open. I let the long sock trail over my leg and sit gently on my hips. My panties were cool to the touch but I picked them up and laid them over my crotch and say them on my waist. Afterwards I clipped the stockings onto the suspender belt and got up to put on the rest of my clothes. My skirt slid easily up my soft legs. As it floated around my thighs when I walked it was like I was walking on air.

My top slid over my head, gently catching my hair. It fit perfectly around my breasts and flat stomach.

I decided to stop messing around putting my clothes on and to start heading out. My wicker basket was ready to go filled to the brim with strawberries and cream. The day was bright and I decided to get out of the house and into the hot sunshine, the park was waiting for me, and it’s not nice to keep it waiting.

As I stepped outside a wave of fresh air slapped against my face and I welcomed it. Of course I did not welcome the breeze that blew my skirt up over my panties where it didn’t belong and I didn’t welcome the jeers from the men across the road at the building site. However, I carried on and made my way down the street towards the park. Obviously the park was full today, there were kids running around, mothers pushing strollers and groups of young strapping men playing soccer in the middle of the field.

I found a nice quiet spot under a tree where I could see everyone and everything yet I could keep myself hidden from public view. I lay my wicker basket down on the grass beneath my feet, my feet were trapped in high sandals but I took my feet out of my sandals and let them rest on the ground, my stockings prevented them from getting grass and dirt in between my toes. I crossed my legs over and my skirt slid up some more, catching the attention of the young men playing soccer. I thought I had hidden myself well but young eyes manage to find everything.

I adjusted my skirt and dipped into my wonderfully prepared basket. The strawberries were in a green tub and I took them out. I also took out the cream and a bowl and filled the bowl with both the strawberries and then drizzled them in the runny cream. It looked absolutely delicious. I picked up the first strawberry and held it close to my mouth, savouring the sweet smell. The young men had all but turned with their tongues hanging out as I licked the strawberry and nibbled seductively on it. My stockings just added to the tease and they had a hard time concentrating on the ball they should be.

A sudden gush of wind comes and blows my skirt up to heights I’d rather it didn’t reach. I quickly flushed my skirt down but not without catching my stocking. The stocking ripped down one side and I could hardly leave it like that. So even with the prying eyes I decided that the only thing to do would be remove both stockings, in the middle of the park it wasn’t such a great idea but when you’re left with no other options you have to do what you have to do.

I looked around; most eyes were turned and now was a better chance than any. I hoisted up my skirt. The hem was sitting just at my panty line, my crotch visible to those who looked properly. I slid my fingers underneath the tips of my stockings; I felt the thick nylon grip my fingers as I slid it down my legs. I was just beginning to enjoy what I was doing when a white, leather ball bounced to my feet. One of the young men jogged across to get it.

He was, I would suggest, only in his early twenties but he had a body of a god. His eyes were full of lust and it looked as though something had captivated him. I’m assuming it was my slender legs completely bare to him. I looked up, my eyes were seductive and swear formed on his brow. I crawled over on my knees to get the ball, my ass was high in the air and my bare legs were showing up to the top of my thighs. I looked back at him, his hands were dangling over his crotch, itching to knead himself but he kept his pose.

I crept up onto my knees and then stood up. My knees had grass stains and my skirt was still higher than it had been when I had walked to the park. I handed him his ball, deliberately lingering my hand over his. He looked up at me anxious to say something and just as his lips started to part as if to say something I turned around and went back to my strawberries. He looked at me, his eyes working their way over my body, his eyes lingering on my bare leg and thighs.

He turned around sharply and made his way back to his friends. I laughed quietly to myself as I gathered up my strawberries and cream. I picked up my wicker basket and slipped my high sandals back on my cool feet. The wicker basket sat gently over my arm as I half skipped out of the park, the young man stared back at me, his eyes lingering over my legs. A soft smile crept over my lips and I drew another strawberry out of the basket and nibbled gently on it as I walked home. A lovely day for a picnic… Read more of my stockings adventures at my very own stocking site sabrinas stockings

One of my members is really into CP and spanking. He once wrote to me saying that it really would be his dream come true if he could spank me. He said he would love to buy me some sexy underwear of his choice and for me to strip in front of him, put on the underwear he chooses for me then he can spank my bare bottom.

I decided that it would be good to meet him and certainly no harm in me receiving a good spanking.

I thought I would arrange to meet him and let him fulfill his dreams of spanking my bare behind. I won’t tell you his name, but we met in a mutually agreed location and got to work!

He was a bit nervous but I soon put his mind at rest. He handed me a large pink box with a big black ribbon tied around it. It was a box full of my favourite type of lingerie from Agent provocateur. I opened each individual package and set out my new gifts. I had a black satin corset, black satin full back panties and a gorgeous black satin suspender belt which had 12 straps with metal clasps. I also had a sheer black pair of fully fashioned stockings.

He definitely had good taste, they were all things I would have picked out for myself. He urged me to put on his gifts and my sexy high heels. When I was ready he instantly got into his role.

He ordered me into the centre of the room where he inspected every inch of me.

He told me that I should have known better and as an avid stocking wearer, I should at least be able to put on a pair of fully fashioned stockings on correctly!

He bent me over an armchair and spanked my bottom with his bare hand. It really hurt. He told me that the lines down the back of the stockings were not perfectly straight and that when he was finished spanking me with his bare hand, I had to roll each one over my legs and replace them again.

He spanked me about 50 times. I am not used to being spanked so much, so I was’nt surprised that I would find it painful.

He told me to take off each stocking and replace them correctly. I unclipped each metal clasp and rolled down the stockings one at a time. I was really careful as I didn’t want to ladder them. I didn’t want to be spanked more than necessary! I carefully put the stockings back on and made sure that the lines at the back were looked perfect. I clipped them into place and put on my heels.

He ordered me back into the centre of the room where he inspected my legs. Up and down he looked and he felt each of the metal clasps to make sure I had clipped them correctly. It is actually harder than you might think to apply stockings to perfection and clip them in exactly the right place when you are wearing a corset. This corset was very tight and most restricting!

He said that I had done a great job at putting the fully fashioned stockings back on but as I had done so, I had created a tiny snag in one of them.

So, not only had I been a bad girl for not putting on my stockings correctly the first time, the second time, I had snagged one of them and for that…you guessed it, more punishment.

He pushed me over the armchair and pulled down my sexy new panties to my knees and whipped my bottom (which was already very red and sore) with a riding crop. It really was so painful. He whipped me 10 times then used a leather flogger and flogged my bare behind. My bottom felt like it was on fire! He used his belt and whacked me with that too. He also used a cane which he whipped each of my cheeks in tur. He told me I looked like a slut with my panties at my knees and whipped me some more.

My bottom must be red raw by now. It really was stinging! I had tears in my eyes it was so painful!

He stopped soon after as I suppose he didn’t want to push any boundaries. That was an experience! You could see raised, red whip marks on my bottom and it hurt for days afterwards and really I’d had the very mildest of spankings!

My member had a great time spanking me and I had some gorgeous new lingerie and fully fashioned stockings to add to my collection. We’ll definitely get together again in the future I’m sure! Read all my stockings stories and watch my exclusive stockings movies and nylon pictures at my premium site here

What do you think about having a little sex slave dressed up in a school uniform in fully fashioned seemed stockings and white knee length socks? I think it is a bit different, don’t you? Do you think the knee length white socks go with stockings? I think they look quite cute and they are very sexy to wear together. These little white panties are very virginal, which is what I have put on to turn you on when I give you an up skirt pantie flash while at the same time I am playing with my suspender belt straps. Would you like a little virgin like me dressed in my old school uniform, wearing stockings and knee length white panties in a cage waiting for you? Imagine if every time you passed the cage I opened my legs to give you a full pantie flash, in the hope you might let me out. Would you like that? Well here I am, why don’t you unzip and watch me while I tease you master. I will even unbutton my blouse and give you a nipple flash. Would you like that?