My pantyhose legs make you weak. They make you helpless. There’s nothing you can do but bow down before my beautiful pantyhose legs. Stare up at them. Fall into a deep hyp n0 t!c state. Become entranced by my pantyhose. You just get weaker and weaker with every second. You’re so eager to be mine.

When you look up at my pantyhose legs you know that you need to be under my spell for the rest of your days. You need to be a slave to my pantyhose legs. You crave to live inside of this cage as an object. It would be an honor to be an object in my cage for me. Trapped inside. This is your dream. You need to be locked in here for my pantyhose legs.

You’re in a trance, beneath my legs. Locked inside your mind and my cage. Never to get out again, as I sit on your cage and all you can do is stare up at my pantyhose legs. You would be so thankful. You would drool inside your cage. You are a helpless, weak fool, that would give everything, to worship my pantyhose legs.

Give yourself to me. Beg to be my caged object. My owned puppet, nothing more than a pet. Beg to serve my pantyhose legs. Confess your deep arousal.