20 Dec 2012, 17:44
As a new member, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm a male from Singapore and like many people here, I have a fetish for hosiery (anything above the knee, nothing too lacy, preferably tights/pantyhose). I love it when women (especially friends and relatives) wear them. I love how they turn legs from a piece of flesh and bone to an item worthy of admiration. And I love how they feel in the few times I've worn them.
Yet, every time I fix my eyes on a woman's silken legs, or surf the net looking for photos, drawings or videos of women (bound) in pantyhose, I would always feel a sense of envy, emptiness and even guilt. The thoughts of "Why can't I be a girl so that I can put on a pair of nude tights and show the world that I've got Leggs?" or "Why can't I be a damsel in distress, bound and gagged (or better, encased) in pantyhose?" or "Why am I thinking about these things?!" or even "Why must the weather here be so bloody hot and humid that I can't wear tights under my pants?!" would be present in my mind on an almost daily basis.
Looking at pictures, watching videos, reading and writing fiction can only do so much. And I guess my situation doesn't help things much. On one hand, Singapore, apart from being one of the worst places to wear hosiery apart from ankle socks, is one that is really conservative. Our government often stinks of "family values", and until recently, anal and oral sex was banned (apparently). I don't think many of my compatriots would approve of a gay couple, let alone a guy in tights.
On the other hand, making my fetish known to my friends and family would simply wreak havoc on my social life. Considering the teasing I've received from my closest friends (done in jest of course) after I've admitted my preferences for bondage in a game of "Truth or Dare", I think I would be seen as a complete weirdo and a social parish if they saw me in a pair of wolfords. And don't get me started on my family, they would be devastated, especially when I'm the only son (the most treasured item in any Chinese family).
And I guess I have to take into account my own self. While I would love to be bound with my waxed (or better, lased) legs sheathed in nylon, I also have a masculine side to my personality. I want to amaze girls with a lean and fit body, especially in uniform since I am going for my national service in a few months, and I'm not sure where pantyhose would fit into the image of me as a human war machine (maybe underneath my fatigues?).
With these three factors taken into consideration, I guess I'm not a very happy man. I've tried to eradicate my fetish. And embracing it is not going to be an easy, if not impossible road to take. For now, I guess my inner self is bound, gagged and encased under tight layers of want, dissatisfaction, despair and even anguish. This is one form of bondage I really want to get out of.
I wonder if there are people like me out there on this forum? I'm not sure how that will help, but I guess it beats being alone in my predicament. And while this post is not aimed at garnering any sympathy for me (I'm not comfortable with being a "pity-whore"), but I guess any cry for help would result in this one way or another.
To anyone reading this, I thank you for taking out the time to read a complete stranger's ramblings 😊
Yet, every time I fix my eyes on a woman's silken legs, or surf the net looking for photos, drawings or videos of women (bound) in pantyhose, I would always feel a sense of envy, emptiness and even guilt. The thoughts of "Why can't I be a girl so that I can put on a pair of nude tights and show the world that I've got Leggs?" or "Why can't I be a damsel in distress, bound and gagged (or better, encased) in pantyhose?" or "Why am I thinking about these things?!" or even "Why must the weather here be so bloody hot and humid that I can't wear tights under my pants?!" would be present in my mind on an almost daily basis.
Looking at pictures, watching videos, reading and writing fiction can only do so much. And I guess my situation doesn't help things much. On one hand, Singapore, apart from being one of the worst places to wear hosiery apart from ankle socks, is one that is really conservative. Our government often stinks of "family values", and until recently, anal and oral sex was banned (apparently). I don't think many of my compatriots would approve of a gay couple, let alone a guy in tights.
On the other hand, making my fetish known to my friends and family would simply wreak havoc on my social life. Considering the teasing I've received from my closest friends (done in jest of course) after I've admitted my preferences for bondage in a game of "Truth or Dare", I think I would be seen as a complete weirdo and a social parish if they saw me in a pair of wolfords. And don't get me started on my family, they would be devastated, especially when I'm the only son (the most treasured item in any Chinese family).
And I guess I have to take into account my own self. While I would love to be bound with my waxed (or better, lased) legs sheathed in nylon, I also have a masculine side to my personality. I want to amaze girls with a lean and fit body, especially in uniform since I am going for my national service in a few months, and I'm not sure where pantyhose would fit into the image of me as a human war machine (maybe underneath my fatigues?).
With these three factors taken into consideration, I guess I'm not a very happy man. I've tried to eradicate my fetish. And embracing it is not going to be an easy, if not impossible road to take. For now, I guess my inner self is bound, gagged and encased under tight layers of want, dissatisfaction, despair and even anguish. This is one form of bondage I really want to get out of.
I wonder if there are people like me out there on this forum? I'm not sure how that will help, but I guess it beats being alone in my predicament. And while this post is not aimed at garnering any sympathy for me (I'm not comfortable with being a "pity-whore"), but I guess any cry for help would result in this one way or another.
To anyone reading this, I thank you for taking out the time to read a complete stranger's ramblings 😊