A nylon mummified slave

A willing pantyhoselover offers himself as a bound companion for a session of teasing and denial. Both of us are layered in two pairs of pantyhose, keeping intimacy at arm’s length. With no chance of penetration, the only outlet is relentless torment—dry humping until his mind blurs and his body forgets its own name.

Secured in nylon, mummified to the bed, and trapped in chastity, he can only endure the agony of arousal without release. The more he moans, the deeper the frustration grows, a slave to the grip of sheer, suffocating denial.