So I am going to start this post with a bit of Brit to American translation. If you went into a shop in the UK and asked someone where you would find the pantyhose, I think you would have a fairish chance they would know what you were talking about, but even if they did I am pretty certain they would look at you strangely and wonder if you had just landed from the 1950’s and if you happened upon a shop assistant who was under 25 who had not watched much American TV or movies then I think you would be greeted with a blank look. Pantyhose are tights in the UK, doesn’t matter if they are thick woolly ones or the thin sheer kind they are all called tights so you can see my confusion when I read the prompt for Kink of the Week; Stockings, Pantyhose & Tights. I even ended up asking Jade on Twitter what was the difference between pantyhose and tight so great was my confusion, I really had no idea that they were different things.
In that same spirit I thought it best to be clear about the rest of the terminology in this post so when I talk about stockings I mean the ones worn with a suspender (or garter belt in the USA) and hold-ups are the ones with the little bit of sticky elastic that cling to your thighs and stay up without the need for suspenders.
Now we have that cleared up let’s get on with the task at hand and seeing as we started with tights (and pantyhose, but because I am a Brit I shall be referring to them all as tights) lets deal with those first. I wear tights sometimes, mainly with my hot pants/shorts where stockings would clearly not work and I have one pair, a thick stripy wool pair that I wear in the winter with my brown boots and black knitted dress that I love because they are just the warmest, most comfortable thing ever, but tights are not sexy to me. I wear them purely because they serve a purpose/suit the outfit not because they make me feel sexy. Having said that I do own a couple of fishnet style pairs and there is something deliciously hot about the way they look on my arse and cunt if I wear them without panties. They don’t have that same access restrictions that other tights do and the patterns they make on my skin is oh so pretty.
Stockings and hold-up are another matter altogether though. I have always been a big fan, even before discovering my kinks they were always my preferred option which stemmed from a series of itchy yeast infections when I was teen and my lovely Doctor at the time suggested that wearing tights all day everyday might be a contributing factor. I went out and bought myself a suspender belt (garter belt to you in the USA) and never looked back. I was converted.
Even back then wearing them always seemed to give me a little feeling of naughtiness, that beneath my boring work uniform lingered something a bit more exciting and suggestive, the horrible infection were gone and in the process I had discovered something that felt goooooddddd to wear.
However it was only years later as I started to discover my kinks and in particular my sluttiness kink that I looked back and realised that feeling I had when I wore them was one of the many little signs of what I was/needed that I failed to recognise at the time.
I am a slutty minx, that is one of my strongest kinks. I love my slut shoes, my slutty dresses and stockings and hold-ups just tap into the look and that role which I totally get off on. I love the way they feel when I wear them, the look of them on my legs, the sensation of them against my skin and that little expanse of bare thigh that they seem to frame perfectly with their lace tops. They can be the perfect visual companion to both a beautiful pair of panties or nothing at all and actually for me I find they emphasis the lack of panties beneath my dress or skirt even more so than bare legs do.
I love the way they look and feel on me and I also love the way they look on other woman. I find them by default flattering, no matter your shape, size, height etc, stocking and hold-ups, in my mind, only make everything you have better and when you are my height, which is no height at all, anything that makes more of your legs is always a good thing.
Then there is his reaction to them, which only serves to take the way they make me feel and ramp it up a notch or two or ten. When we go out and he knows I am wearing them his hands will roam, beneath the dinner table, or at the bar, under my skirt and dress and dance across the exposed flesh at the top of my thighs, sometimes with a gentle caress, sometimes with nails dragged across skin or a targeted pinch and twist of flesh that will make me gasp out loud and try to wiggle away. They are like foreplay, a suggestion of intent, they make me feel sexy and in his eyes I can see they make me look sexy, wanton, desirable.
Of course no post about them would be complete without mentioning ladders and holes. When they are flawless they have one type of look but the moment they are torn and laddered (for you Americans that means having a runner in your hosiery) and hanging from your legs then suddenly they have a whole different meaning, the sophisticated sexy lady is no more, instead she is replaced with something more feral and basic, her make-up is smudged, her hair tousled, her body marked and raw, her demise written all over her face, body and especially her torn abused stockings and maybe if she is very lucky they will, when she gets home, be ripped from her body, leaving little friction burns on her legs before being used to bind her wrists, gag her mouth or darken her eyes.
Stockings are not only suggestive but they have the potential to be part of the game. They are probably my go to piece of sexy clothing above anything else and a part of my kink that is very different to the school girl I wrote about a couple of weeks ago. My school girl kink is all about playful innocence, me being defiant and cocky but ultimately just a girl to be corrupted. It is something I like to explore and play with from time to time but it is not my default kink, it is something I have to be in the mood for, unlike being a slut.Whereas my inner slut, is all about being a woman and very much a grown-up. I am most definitely not innocent and have no desire to be treated as such, I know what I am and I know what I need. Take me out, treat me like a lady, be polite and attentive and then take me home and fucking destroy me and you will hear my stockinged slutty soul sing!