Devotees of Miss Namio write...

A small selection of writings dedicated to Miss Namio...

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"The evening arrived. I was led to a settee at one end of which there was free space. Miss Namio sat down whilst I sank to my knees in front of her. I was commanded to unzip and remove the boots she was wearing. How can one adequately describe that instant when you glimpse the stocking clad foot as it is revealed? And so I am to beg.

Miss Namio knows the power which she exudes. She surely knew the effect she was having on me. For me, knowing what was in my mind was one thing, but expressing it in words was quite another.

And so, in words, I returned to the pre Christmas house party and tried to describe why, on that occasion, my massaging of her feet had been a dream come true. But there was more of course which she did not know. So I explained how I had also visually worshipped her stockinged legs on that occasion and I described the exhilaration caused by the contrasting shades of colour between the stocking, the stocking top and the whiteness of her perfection beyond, let alone the seam which took my mind on an exquisite journey from her heel to the stocking top.

Perhaps I had begged “prettily” enough as Miss Namio then lifted her dress in front of me to reveal her beautifully rounded and curved legs, enhanced by the most amazing material that man has ever invented – nylon. What must it be like to be a lady who comprehends the power that such beauty gives her?

I am told that I must not touch; I could only look. And so I worshipped the vision of her legs enhanced by her stockings, inspired by the mystery of the stocking top and the aura of her femininity beyond. She crossed one leg over the other and later changed back. Every change of perspective exhilarated, as the nylon shimmered when the angle of the light impacting on the material altered with the roundness of her thighs. My eyes simply worshipped a true Goddess.

I was told that I may use only one finger to worship the shape of her feet. With one finger I now traced the shape of her foot feeling the incredible rasp of the nylon as I did so.

I stroked the top of the foot, then each toe and also the sole of her perfectly proportioned foot. What a feeling of privilege. My mind simply drank in, and appreciated, the shape and feel of her exquisite foot. I then repeated my caress upon her other foot.

Miss Namio now knew that I had visually worshipped her legs at the pre Christmas house party. How good she now was to me as Miss Namio allowed me to caress her actual legs with my hands. But before I started, she indicated the line formed by the bottom of her stocking top. I must not go beyond this line.

A lady's legs are perfect in their own right. It seems incredible that their beauty could conceivably be enhanced. Yet in front me I saw the twin miracles which are Miss Namio's stockinged legs, every movement causing a change in the way that the nylon shimmered, as the light caught the roundness of her thighs from differing directions. As I caressed her leg I revelled in the sensuous rasp of the nylon. As my hands surrounded her calf and thigh my mind succumbed to the warmth which I knew was hers.

And so my hands climbed the curve of the perfect calf. But then I felt the give in the nylon as it hugged the erotic hollow behind her knee.

I use the word “erotic” deliberately? Is it just me? I do not know, but probably not. I just think of my hand as it climbed her calf, and reached that soft hollow behind her knee where the direction of the leg changed. I knew that, after this, my hand would follow the length of her widening thigh on its incredible journey. How sublime. On the one hand, I wanted my hand to reach the stocking top. But on the other hand I did not as that would mark the end of this journey.

And so my hands did reach the stocking top. The accompanying vision of the change of colour and texture possessed me. The vision of the soft curves of the whiteness beyond simply devastated me.

But this was not the end of the road. After all there was still another leg to worship......"

sm, March 2008

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" If I may consider it as a very special pre-birthday present, thank you so much for the gift of your two pairs of stockings, stockings which you had actually worn and thus were imbued with your very essence.. It is an amazing experience to meet ladies who really comprehend the nature of the power they possess.

And so this morning I displayed your four stockings in front of me, two black and two brown. I touched them and stroked their softness. I rubbed them against my cheeks and immersed my face in them longing to detect your scent.

I beheld the stocking tops which invoked such thoughts of my worship of your heavenly thighs. After all, these stockings when worn had actually been in contact with every aspect of your feet and legs simultaneously. These items on their own are items to be revered.

And now your stockings were in front of me. I realised that if I wore a pair of these, I would be in contact with something which had actually enhanced your own legs. I chose the black ones and rolled them upon my legs. The feeling was spiritual. I stroked my legs revelling in the sensation, and knowing that in doing so my legs were effectively in touch with yours.

Yes I was rising to the occasion. I lay down and surrounded my face with the remaining brown stockings so that I had to breathe through them thus inhaling your essence....

And so I played with myself with one hand, whilst my other hand stroked a stockinged leg which I bent at the knee so that I could reach. As I revelled in the rasp of the nylon as I stroked my leg, it dawned on me that it may be an interesting rasping sensation if I did indeed act by your suggestion. So I took one of the brown stockings which was adorning my face and inserted my cock, making sure that its head was surrounded by taut nylon so as to enhance the sensation.

Thus you have caused me to experience something new as the rasping and the giving nature of the nylon had its effect on me.

My eyes were closed as one hand continued stroking a leg, while the other tantalised my cock in its nylon cocoon.Meanwhile I continued to inhale your essence through the remaining stocking which surrounded my face. My mind was full of my worship of your legs and feet and when I knew things were coming to a peak, my mind knew exactly where it needed to be within its journey of worship. And so my mind visualised the stocking top and the nylon encasing your own thigh and the contrasting soft whiteness beyond. Can you blame me for coming?

Thank you so much for causing my moment of ecstasy in an amazing way. The gift of four stockings could not have been bettered...."

sm, April 2008