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Pantyhosed prissy sissy

... to free myself from the bonds that tightly confined me to the chair. Using all my might I pulled and pulled but this only resulted in my arms and ankles where they were fastened to the chair becoming sore. Whoever had got me into this predicament had gone to the lengths of bolting the chair down to the floor. Although gagged I tried to raise the alarm by screaming as loud as I could but the gag muffled my cries to a murmur. I listened carefully for any sound but nothing stirred. All of a sudden I heard the cream of a door and footsteps downstairs. The door shut and could make out the crinkling of bags but nothing else. It was then I heard footsteps slowly ascending the stairs. They stopped right outside the door. I could feel my heart start beating faster as my breathing became more exaggerated through the duct tape. My eyes became transfixed on the door handle on hearing a key being turned. I stay deadly silent as the door slowly opens. My eyes tell me it is my aunt who just walked through the door and bypassed my presence in the room completely. With shopping bags in her hands and her back to me she casually heads to the walk in closet and starts unpacking various garments. With some bags still left she pivots and heads straight for me. It's only then I get a full view of my aunt as I had never seen her before. The first thing to strike me was her long flowing brunette hair that hung down below her shoulders. Being a natural blonde and always seeing her with blone hair ...

... made this more startling. Strangely I always preferred brunettes yet had always had girlfriends who were blonde. The next feature to strike me was her heavy, bordering on catwalk make up. Her look was extremely provocative, that of a domineering headmistress in her wearing a high neck satin blouse that barely disguised the outline of her full bra underneath. A tartan pencil skirt which came up to her thighs. Her legs were sheathed in beautiful opaque black stockings. Her shapely legs were complemented by a pair of 6" stilettos. My eyes were locked onto her swaying hips which were accentuated by the figure hugging skirt. Her elegance was overpowering as she came ever closer. Stopping right in front of me she went about her business as if I didn't exist and proceeded to unpack the fruits of her shopping trip further. She delicately reached into the bag and pulled out pair after pair of nylon panties. They were all pastel or white in colour and some had frills sewn in and others were seamless plain style. From the bag in her other hand she took out packet upon packet of tights, Stockings and schoolgirl knee length socks in a variety of sizes and colours. On completing the task she let out a sound of contentment and turned to face me and then said "You're probably wondering how you ended up in this predicament". I nodded meekly. "Well, your sweet ex partner got in contact with me and told me all about your little secret!" Stuttering like a coward I asked "what secret?" Oh don't play ...