Auntie S Stocking Slave – An Erotic Tale of Naughty Pleasure
It was just another Saturday night for Jack and me. We had just finished dinner and were sitting in our living room with nothing much to do. That’s when the idea came to us. We’d heard about Auntie S who ran a secret sex club out of her house in the suburbs. We had both been intrigued by the idea of doing something slightly naughty and decided to give it a try.
We arrived at Auntie S’s home around 8 pm and were immediately met by her. She was just as we expected – an older woman, maybe in her sixties, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She welcomed us warmly and invited us inside.
The interior of her home was filled with antiques, books and other curios from around the world. Auntie S explained that she ran what she called a “stocking slave club,” where men and women could get their kinkiest fantasies fulfilled in the most erotic way. She explained that she had some special stockings for each of us, which we would need to wear in order to participate in the club.
I was hesitant at first, but Jack was all for it. We followed Auntie S into her bedroom and she presented us with two pairs of stockings – one for me, and one for Jack. They were both made of a sheer black material, with intricate patterns and designs woven throughout. We put them on without question, and Auntie S told us that we had each agreed to be her stockings slaves for the evening.
We had no idea what we were in for, but the evening quickly unfolded into an unforgettable night of pleasure. We were led through various activities, each more naughty than the last. Auntie S was a true master at what she did, and she had us under her spell.
First, we were instructed to lie on the bed and use our hands to pleasure each other. This was both thrilling and embarrassing, but I must admit, I loved every second of it. Jack and I explored each other’s bodies with our hands and mouths, and the sensations were amazing.
Once we had reached the peak of pleasure, Auntie S presented us with something else to do. She brought out a variety of sex toys, including vibrators, dildos and anal beads, and commanded us to use them on one another. This was definitely a whole new level of naughty, and I must admit, I was a bit scared. But Jack and I both complied, and we soon found ourselves in a state of bliss as we explored each other with the toys.
The night ended with Auntie S tying us both up in the stockings and blindfolding us. She then proceeded to pleasure each of us with her hands, her lips and her tongue. We both loved it and felt like our kinkiest fantasies had come true.
When it was all over, Auntie S untied us and we stumbled out into the night, our bodies still trembling from the intense pleasure we had experienced. We had both decided to never tell anyone about our night at Auntie S’s, but we would never forget it either.
A few weeks later, we were out walking in the city and happened to pass by Auntie S’s home. She waved to us from her window and we waved back, both of us grateful for the experience that she had given us. From that day on, every time I saw a pair of stockings in a store, I couldn’t help but smile.
