HOW TO KEEP THE SEAMS OF YOUR STOCKINGS STRAIGHT

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HOW TO KEEP THE SEAMS OF YOUR STOCKINGS STRAIGHT

POSTED ON JUNE 19, 2015 BY LIDIA

Seamed fully fashioned stockings

Straightening the stockings seams can be very sexy if done in a graceful way.

But how do you do it? Is there a secret to it?

And, most importantly, how do you keep them straight in the first place?

If you, like me, love wearing stockings, especially fully fashioned or retro inspired seamed ones, chances are you’ve been asked the question: how do you keep the seams straight?

For some this seems to be a very daunting task!

True, a seam that curves all around your legs is not the best look. So how do you ensure that it stays as straight as possible, without having to adjust it every five minutes?

Here’s my top 3 tips for you..

STARTING OFF WELL

1. It all starts with your choice of foundation garments. If you are wearing your seamed stockings with a garter belts, you need one with a minimum of six straps. No less than six.

This is essential, because the side strap helps your stockings stay put while you walk, move, run or whatever you may be up to!

For this reason I often prefer wearing girdles and waist cinchers that only have 4 straps with non-seamed stockings, especially if I know I have a day ahead full of activities.

2. Don’t rush while you put your stockings on. Take your time. The foot goes in first (well, obviously.. ) – if the stocking has a reinforced foot sole, make sure that it is sitting correctly. Check the heel – is it centered?

While sitting, roll the stocking up your legs S-L-O-W-L-Y. Every now and then stop, and run a finger over the seam.. does it feel straight? If not go back and adjust.

Once you are up to knee level, stand up, turn and have a peek in the mirror. Ensure the seam is straight before you attach the welt to the straps.

3. The position of the back strap. Some swear by attaching the back strap exactly toloop-stockings where the loop is (see image) for fully fashioned nylons, or to the point where the seam meets the welt for stretch variations.

This doesn’t always work – it really depends on the shape of your thighs and hips.

For example I know that if I align the back strap with the loop, the stocking will move and end up with a curved seam. So the back strap on my garter belts is always slightly off-centered.

Experiment and find what works for you!

DO IT GRACEFULLY

But even with all your best efforts, you will need to adjust your seams at some point.

How do you do it? The best answer, in my opinion, came from columnist Judith Martina aka ‘Miss Manners’ in her witty Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behaviour.

‘Rearranging one’s stocking is an activity of recent origin for respectable women wishing to make themselves conspicuous, as something was certainly needed to replace the dropped handkerchief.

Here is the method for straightening seams of stockings: Look shyly over one shoulder while extending the corresponding leg six inches backwards. Lower the eyelids, while slowly pushing the hand down the leg – remembering to keep the posterior tucked sideways and under – until reaching the heel. Then move the hand slowly back up along the line of the seam, undulating it under the pretext of straightening the seam.’

When Gollum Attacks

I've really been enjoying getting to know Progé. We've been talking constantly about all sorts of things....interests, dislikes, past history, childhood, future plans....everything. Things have been moving slowly in terms of kink. He's not pushing for things like most other men have. He's allowing time for the trust and connection to build and it's working. He'll ask me about my day and wish me a good night. He cares about who I am, takes note of my strengths, and allows me to be me. The conversation is always easy and reciprocal. It's really wonderful.

The problem is, my brain and body want to go faster. Did you know that there are 3 stages to falling in love? The first is lust, driven by testosterone. I feel like I moved quickly through that phase while reading Progé's writing, browsing through his Tumblr feed, and then going on that first date. That isn't to say that I'm not still lustful, I very much am, but we've moved ahead in conversation in such a way that I feel like I'm in stage 2...Attraction. Attraction is fueled by dopamine, norepinephrine, and serotonin. Serotonin is a VERY strong chemical that makes people go temporarily insane. It's true. Look it up. I believe that this is where I'm at now.

Logically, I know that taking things slowly is the way to go and that this is good thing. The chemicals running through my bloodstream are telling me differently though.  I managed to rile myself up so much today that I had a bit of an anxiety attack. Fueled by brain chemicals (and probably pregnancy hormones), my Gollum voice came in strong. He's going to lose interest because you won't be available 24/7, he has another slave and you're not as good as she is, he won't ever want to collar you, and on and on and on. Gollum is an asshole. I should know better than to listen to him. Progé has given me ZERO reason to believe any of this. On the contrary, he has given me evidence to support otherwise. I am so thankful for his patience and understanding. I'm also thankful for Polar Bear who listened to me and helped me recognize my Gollum voice. Thank you both.

So I will continue along this path. I will enjoy everything that is right now. I will live life in the moment. I won't stress. I won't worry. I'll relish in the joy that I'm experiencing now. 

The Power is Mine

I was listening to my music on shuffle this morning and this lovely little tidbit popped up. Thought I'd share it with you fine folks.

 

From the album "Our Little Secret"

I know what you like
I know what you need
You want to hear me suffer?
You hold my seat
I kiss the leather of your high heeled shoes
I lick the spaces that you choose
I can see you reaching out for me
I crawl like a lamb that's my destiny
When it's over I'm back in my cave
Cause you're my master and I'm your slave

Dance the dance of lovers
I don't need no other
To ride the waves of pleasure and pain
Come on boy obey me
Lick my boots to please me
Maybe I will loosen your chains

I can break your will
I can make you kneel
I can force you to crawl
And to lick my heels
Cause the power is mine
Power is mine, power is mine

You need to be punished
And it will never finish
You are just a dog on a leash
Lick me baby lick me
Let me make you happy
But only if you're begging me 'please'

I can break your will
I can make you kneel
I can force you to crawl and to lick my heels
Cause the power is mine
Power is mine, power is mine
Power is mine, power is mine

I know what you want
I know what you need
I can tell you by your side
The way that you breathe
Passionate love, lust and bone
I can feel the blood

Pumping in your veins
I feel your nails, going in my chest
No time to relax, no time to rest
I want to be punished I have to obey
Cause you're my master
And I'm your slave

It's a Date

I walked into the dimly lit tavern, nervously glancing around. I must have appeared pretty apprehensive because I caught the bar tender's attention right away. She asked if I was here for someone and pointed to the back room when I nodded. I straightened up and gathered as much confidence as I could as I walked around the corner.

I spotted Progé immediately. He was sitting by the fire, dressed in a brown tweed-like jacket and blue sweater vest. His hair was long and blonde and swept up in very European sort of style. His gaze was piercing and unwavering. When I approached, he helped me with my jacket and had me sit next to him. He offered me a drink but then remembered that I was pregnant and asked what else I might like. When I hesitated, he told me not to worry, he'd take care of it.

I looked around the room at the beautiful decor, trying to calm my nerves. The furniture, pillars, and walls were made of dark wood. The ceiling was vaulted and ended in a large skylight. A balcony ran around the outside of the room on the second floor. The room was quiet and dark and occupied by the two of us and one other couple who sat on the opposite end. Progé spoke with ease, reminiscing about the history of the building and the area. The light conversation helped me relax.

It wasn't long before the waitron stopped by and asked me what I'd like to drink. Without hesitation, I turned and looked at Progé for direction. He went back and forth with the waitron about options and eventually settled on a seltzer with lime. Normally I'm not a fan of seltzer but I found it to be cool, tasty, and refreshing. Regardless, I would have sipped on it thankfully.

As soon as the waitron left, Progé put his hand on my knee and slowly ran it up along the inside of my thigh until it touched my labia. He clicked his tongue at me for wearing panties, moved them aside and commented on how wet I was already. My face flushed, both in shame and arousal. He ran his finger around my clit until I was quivering ever so slightly and then plunged deep inside. I moaned quietly, trying not to bring any attention to myself. He slowly pumped his fingers in and out for a few moments before withdrawing them and then slowly moved them up to my mouth. I parted my lips in anticipation and sucked the juices off of each one. "It's amazing what you can get away with in public without anyone noticing," he remarked.

As if nothing had happened, we continued conversing, my mind a little more blurry and wanton than before. In between topics, Progé told me to stand up in front of him and spread my legs wide. I did I as I was told. He instructed me to turn around. I looked out at the restaurant staff and patrons, hoping nobody was paying attention, and then looked down at him. "I didn't tell you to look at me," he said. Sheepishly I turned my gaze to the fire. When given permission, I sat back down, completely enthralled.

Progé commented that he wasn't really interested in ageplay I explained that I was here because I needed something other than ageplay. I explained that the difference between ageplay and BDSM is very black and white and I need a little balance. He encouraged me to elaborate. I started to say that ageplay is usually very soft and sweet while BDSM is....Progé began caressing my cheek. I stopped talking, closed my eyes, and melted into it. At first I thought that he was trying to show me that BDSM could be sweet too but then, without notice, he forcefully placed his other hand against my throat and applied pressure. It was hard to breath and a little painful. I nodded as much as I could manage in my restricted state, starring back at him through watery eyes. Yes....that. It took all I had not to drop to my knees right then and there.

Towards the end of the night, Progé decided that he was done with my panties. He pulled a small knife out of his pocket and reached underneath my dress, cutting the thin panties free. He pulled them away forcefully and stuffed them into my mouth. He stared at me, amused. He then removed the panties and started to roughly sop up some of the juices from my cunt. The scratchy fabric and steady pressure hurt my clit, which only aided in increasing my arousal. When they were sufficiently coated, he returned them to my mouth. "Let's go," he said.

When we arrived at my car, Progé buckled me in (a noteworthy and meaningful gesture). He slapped me hard in the face and kissed me gently on the lips. He slid his hand up between my legs and scooped up some of my juices and then smeared them all over my face. "Leave those panties in until you get home," he instructed. "Goodnight and drive safely," he said as he closed the door. And with that, he took what little was left of my brain.

While our first meeting was very sexual and edgy, which would normally have left me feeling uneasy and wanting to walk away, I felt very comfortable and safe. Progé was careful to not get caught doing what he did and he was confident in his actions, which eased my anxieties. We spoke about everything from music to kink, which was refreshing. I felt listened to and cared about. My interests mattered to him and we shared a lot in common. That made all the difference. I really enjoyed the balance that was struck between pain and sweet romance. It definitely left me wanting for more. I'm hoping that this is the beginning of a long and mutually satisfying journey.

Building the Foundation

I am submissive to my core. People who know me may not believe this because I'm also very type A. I'm always on time or early. I plan ahead and keep a tight schedule. There's a sense of urgency to everything I do because there's always SOMETHING to do. I have extensive and detailed checklists running through my mind at all times. I do things quickly and efficiently. I'm great at multitasking and staying ahead of the game. I notice the details as well as the big picture and I'm able to prioritize tasks based on that information. I like when things are clean and organized and simple.  Because of this, I tend to be a very take charge sort of person.

When I have nobody to submit to, I feel lost at sea. All of these schedules and to do lists feel like noisy, chaotic waves crashing around me with no purpose. I thrive off of the stability that comes with submission. I love it when all of my skills become focused and put to good use. I will do whatever I can to make you happy because that's my only job. All of those tasks and goals come under the single umbrella of pleasing you. I'm not the sort to just sit around and wait for tasks. I'm more likely to watch you, listen to you, and really get to know you so that I can do things for you to make your life easier. I'll fulfill your needs before you even know you have them. When actually given a task, my world becomes even more peaceful because I know exactly what is expected of me. I will not question you. I will not hesitate. I will obey. You are my world and I feel at home in this space.

This sort of relationship doesn't just happen overnight though. It takes time to build a strong foundation of trust and connection. Consistency, candor, communication, and personal integrity are the building blocks of this kind of relationship. I have high expectations for myself, as I would hope you would have for me as well, which means that I have high expectations of you. Being a Dominant comes with responsibility. In order for me to respect you and give you everything, I need to know that you can communicate and be present with me. I need to know that you care about me and will protect me, as you would with any property. I long for your unwavering dominance and I will offer my unquestioning obedience so long as I respect you and feel safe with you. It's hard to find someone willing to put in the work though. With hard work comes great satisfaction. The rewards are endless. I hope to find this sort of connection some day.

The Chapters of Life

I've been deep in thought since Andrea passed. Her death was like a hard slap in the face for me. Wake up, stupid. Life is short and you never know when it's going to end. Stop worrying so much. Love hard, she used to say. What if you die tomorrow? Will you be satisfied with the life you've lived? What makes you happy? Are you doing it? Why not? Go after what you want in life. Take risks. Put yourself out there.

So what AM I missing that would make me happy? I've been so wrapped up in my vanilla life and being a leader in the ageplay community for the last few years that I've completely neglected my desires to be submissive, to bottom, and to go to BDSM events. I'm reminded of when I was younger. I attended munches and events all the time. I played often and I played hard. I was confident and secure and happy. I miss that old me. It's not like I haven't played at all. I just haven't done everything I want to do.

With a new baby on the way, I feel like my opportunity to do these things is passing. Don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to be a mum and I'm ecstatic to finally be here. Still, I can't help but feel a little panicky about losing a big part of who I am. I feel like a chapter of my life is closing and I'm desperately trying to read as much as I can before those pages get flipped. Will I still be able to attend events? Will I ever find that partner who can offer the sort of dominance I crave? Will I be able to satisfy that partner while still being the best mom that I can be? Will I ever be able to play again? Will I still be attractive and desirable? Am I being selfish by wanting to hold on to this part of who I am? Or am I setting a good example for my kids by going after what I want in life and trying to stay balanced?

Recently, I've decided to throw myself out there with all I've got. I can only hope that some of the story of my past will remain in the chapters of my future. I can only hope that this isn't the end.

Pain and Submission

Since I can remember, I've had some pretty horrible fantasies.....fantasies of having to endure physical pain and discomfort, fantasies of extreme acts of submission, fantasies of humiliation, degradation, and fear. Whenever I've gone through scenes that involve any of these things, I've had the same experience. My vision narrows. My hearing either dulls or turns to ringing. All thoughts go away. I first ramp up into a state of panic and desperation, then sink into a calm state of acceptance, sometimes over and over again. I become hyper focused on the threat or task at hand and find my bliss in giving in to it. I find strength in these activities. Even while being humiliated, degraded, abused, and used....I feel a sense of peace. All of the chaos of my world comes together and turns into organized, razor sharp focus. Nothing else matters except what I'm doing right then. It's really an amazing feeling. I find the same sort of peace in submission. I know what's expected of me. I know what it takes to please my Dom. I don't have to worry about anything else. It's like a mental vacation. There's no worrying if I'm doing the correct thing. I get to use my skills. It's wonderful! And I miss it.

Yes Sir

No more panties. No more bra. No more masturbating. No touching yourself. Your pussy belongs to me. Yes sir. This is the stuff of stories. Is this real or is it just a game?

I'm at work. I reach for something across my desk and accidentally brush against my breast. My nipple hardens and a wave of arousal washes over me. I cross my arms and secretly rub my fingers in circles around both nipples. A shiver runs down my back and I feel my juices start to flow.

I pause. Maybe I should ask for permission to do this. I text him. Sir, may I please touch my nipples? No. He's serious. A few minutes later... You may play with your nipples for 30 seconds as long as you take a video.

Thirty seconds is too short, I reply. Oh really, he says. I correct myself. Thank you sir, for allowing me to do that. Thirty seconds left me longing for more.

I'm so horny. All I want to do is cum. I ask if I may masturbate. No, he says. This is so new to me. Yes sir. I obey. What if my other partner wants to play though? That's allowed.

I wear my silky black nightie to bed. Tom moves his hands over the smooth soft material covering my back as we embrace face to face. He reaches between my legs and collects my juices, coating his cock with them. He begins to thrust between my legs without penetrating. He asks if it feels good. I tell him that he's rubbing against my clit. He turns me around and starts to thrust again between my legs, this time stimulating nothing of mine. Before long, he's shuddering through an orgasm.

We snuggle but I can't relax. Cum is dripping from between my legs and covering my thin black nightie. It's growing cold and clammy. Tom won't let me clean it up though. He reminds me of how much of a slut I am, covered in cum, and that I love this. My back arches as another wave of arousal works it's way through me. My juices flow with his. Finally he lets me go.

Sleep doesn't come easily. My skin is alive. My nipples are rock hard. My pussy aches. I long for release. My arousal is intensified by the thought that I've been able to please both people at once. Tom was able to use my body to satisfy his own needs without compromising D's desire to keep me on edge.

Puppy Chow - 1st Attempt

When I first started doing puppy play with John, I would often be fed a meal or snack in my bowl on the floor. Sometimes I would have a can of tuna, but that was usually very dry. Sometimes I would have scraps from the table, but that would often pull me out of puppy space. My favorite food was spam because it kind of smelled like dog food, it was tasty, and it could be eaten cold.

Recently, I was talking to Onii about puppy chow. In the past, he has made a rice dish that was pretty filling and nutritional. It's tasty when warm but I wonder how it tastes cold. It doesn't really travel well so I started thinking about a dry food that might work better.

I ended up doing a Google search for homemade dog treats. There were many options ranging from sweet to savory so I chose one of the simpler, sweeter ones to start with. This recipe called for baby food and flour. Unfortunately, I only had coconut flour and apple sauce on hand. 

I mixed the ingredients and then rolled the dough into little balls to resemble kibble. I threw it in the oven and let it bake. When it came out, it looked like I hoped it would but it was so dry that I could barely finish a single bite. Perhaps it would be better if I had used the correct ingredients. Regardless, I think I'm going to go back to the drawing board and try something different.

Love Hard

Sensitive post (death)......

I received some terrible news this past week. Andrea (aka littleryakitty) passed away. It was sudden and very unexpected. I'm feeling pretty devastated about it.

For those of you who don't know, Andrea used to run the Boston Ageplay Munch and was the one who originally started the Littles Invasion at the Society. She was a no nonsense, live outside the box, love hard kind of girl. She loved Hello Kitty, unicorns, and the color pink. She was honest and compassionate and real.

I hope that Andrea is happy, wherever she is. I hope that she was reincarnated as a pampered princess cat with her very own cat tree castle. I hope that she's pain free and no longer fighting.

I love her so much. I'll miss our weekly conversations where we talked about everything from messy emotions to poop. I'll miss hearing her voice and smelling her perfume. I'll miss fireball whiskey and dancing in my living room. I'll miss her sweet kisses and all of the unspoken understandings that we shared with each other. I'll miss the trust that we had in each other and the openness with which we talked. She was a beautiful soul and she will be greatly missed.

March 2018 Invasion

Posting unpublished blog entries.

This weekend was crazy but fun. Tom and I were out late Friday night celebrating Amanda's birthday and then had to come home and set up beds for Frankie and Missy.  They arrived sometime after we went to bed. In the morning, we packed up the van and headed to our old house in Albany to caravan with Ellie. Luckily, she was able to keep up with us and we arrived at lunch without an issue.

Lunch was good. Tom and I intended on sharing a meal because they're usually so big but Progé ordered for both him and I. I'm really glad that he did because Tom ate everything on his plate. Progé fed me, like he usually does. I really enjoy this a lot and I'm happy to know that he does too. Progé was informed that I hadn't edged yet so he made me do it right then and there in the restaurant and even took photos under the table. I was a little worried about Ellie who was sitting at our table because I didn't know her and didn't want to make her uncomfortable. She seemed to be ok though.

The invasion itself went really well. It was nice to have a lot of help with hauling, setting up, packing up, and cleaning up. Thank you, sir. I was told that I could dress however I needed and do whatever I had to for the event but I felt better wearing heels and staying by Progé's side. My feet started to hurt at one point so Progé massaged them for me. It was such a sweet gesture and it really helped a lot.

I jumped up from kneeling next to Progé to give someone a hug early on in the evening and was reminded that I should ask for permission. I really really love that but I keep forgetting for some reason. It's just very different from how I used to live so it's going to take some time to build new habits. Something similar happened at breakfast the next day. I ordered a soda without permission and also stood up without permission. I'll get the hang of this one of these days.

I ended up being involved in a scene with Zoe and Kikea. They had me bend over a padded table and then inserted a piece of ginger into my ass before using all sorts of implements to beat me. They made me count and say "Thank you senpai" after each one. I ended up forgetting what number we were at one time so they added a few. You can bet I kept track after that. The kept telling me that I was such a slut for fucking the whole football team and shamed me for getting "knocked up" without knowing who the father was. It was kind of hot. They definitely weren't easy on me. I'm black and blue and I have some spots where they broke the skin. They actually ended up bringing me to tears towards the end, which is always cathartic for me. I got to that place where I was able to just give in to the pain. I haven't had many scenes in my life where I've gotten to that place but I love it.

At the end of the night, just before bed, Progé started to pinch my nipples and then bite them. It was way too much for me. I tried to call on that deep inner submissiveness to work through the pain but I just couldn't do it. I can take a good beating and some serious humiliation but I CANNOT handle pain when it comes to my nipples. If I had been able to find the words in the moment, I probably would have called red and I was seconds away from getting physical to make the pain stop. I found out later that both Tom and Josh were watching and almost stepped in. I think this is something that Progé and I need to talk about. I've mentioned to him before that my nipples are sensitive but I don't think I made it clear just how sensitive they are.

On Sunday morning, I woke up and edged as I was told. Progé had me thank him for not allowing me to cum, which only served to heighten my arousal. He then had me get on top of him to hump his leg. If I were not at the invasion, I probably would have been a lot more enthusiastic. I've often imagined humping his leg or shoe while at his house. I was really nervous about making people uncomfortable though, especially as the event organizer. There were a lot of new people within our immediate vicinity. Missy later told me that she was a bit shocked and uncomfortable but took it in stride.

Overall, I really enjoyed being able to be submissive so openly at the invasion. I loved being able to kneel at Progé's feet while relaxing upstairs and by his side while watching another person scene. I enjoyed being fed a little snack with my skirt tucked up and my ass on display. I enjoyed making Progé proud with the pain I took and being shown off by him to the room. I feel so satisfied and fulfilled. I couldn't be happier.