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I was enslaved by older master in 1980 and served my Master until His death in 2017. He made it clear from the very beginning that I had to be dressed in nylon stockings with suspenders as part of my slave uniform. He in no way wanted to feminize me.
He even wore pantyhose himself as a natural part of his daily attire He was 12 years older than I and extremely masculine and authoritarian. A white collar and wealthy Master. A man who weighted obedience and discipline. A Master you dared not do anything but obey. As time went by he became more and more demanding. Discipline and obedience were not up for discussion. His word was law. Love and fear were two sides of the same coin, and he managed to make me fall in love with him. I really feared disappointing him, as the consequences were merciless punishment, be it lack of love disobedience and mistakes as well as ruined nylon stockings I had never been with a man sexually before I met my master, but his power over me constantly drew me closer to my Mater and deepened my slavery and I ended up loving him and becoming addicted and I ended up feeling it as a reward when he commanded me to suck his cock, swallow his cum and drink his urine and even to kiss him He took total control and quietly increased my slavery until eventually there was no way out of slavery
Nylon stockings developed into a strong fetish and I connected my master’s power with his pantyhose. His legs were strong like a former footballer and the tights emphasized his masculinity and strength He was married when I met him, and for several years I served my Master more or less daily at His office. He owned His own business. He widowed ten years before he died so His last ten years my service was moved to His private estate then on I became his total slave. My slavery was greatly expanded and without any limits.
Master had a friend with whom he often shared me during some years. He was then required to wear pantyhose too which he did with no problem.
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