My recent sublimation efforts have resulted in something wonderful: I found the USB cable for my digital camera. It had been taken to a safe place by one of my children. . .
The floor of their closet, which I uncovered today. No doubt, they were pretending it was a snake and buried it under the sleeping bags and stuffed animals.
So here are a couple of photos from my recent nylon fetish session. I was supposed to have gone to a bdsm/fetish party a few weeks ago, plans fell through and I ended up staying home.
But the goddamn stockings felt so good, I decided to keep 'em on and take pictures.
It's what I do.