The Silk Grip- WMV

Description: 1920x1080 hd this was a custom request - no names were used - for your own custom please fill out the customs form. i sit on the edge of my bed, feeling the cool floor beneath my bare feet. i idly toy with my silk stocking, stretching the fabric between my hands as i listen to the updates from my helper. he has no idea what i am capable of; with a single snap of my fingers, i cloud his mind, turning him into a loyal shadow who remembers nothing of my dark deeds. when i hear he has someone new to bring to me, i can’t help but let out a long, evil laugh. i tighten the stocking until it’s taut, already imagining the thrill of the encounter. "bring her to me," i command, my evil laughter echoing against the walls. when she finally enters my room, i play the part of the gracious host. i offer her a relaxing throat massage, waiting for that perfect moment when her guard is completely down. then, i strike. i love to exert my power with my bare hands, laughing evilly as i maintain my grip. i make sure she looks me right in the eyes. "i love to dominate," i whisper, laughing evilly as i feel her struggle against my strength. it turns me on so much to see her kick her bare feet while i stand there, completely in control. i enjoy the tension. when she begins to weaken, i momentarily release my firm grip just to hear her gasp for air, only to follow it with more evil laughter. then, i bring out my stocking. i tell her exactly how i’m going to finish this. i pull the stocking as tight as i possibly can, relishing the sounds of her gasping. to me, this is a symphony. i take my time, pulling the fabric tighter and tighter, moaning in pleasure at my own strength. as the end nears, i lean in so she can see the triumph in my gaze. "yield for me, darling," i say with a chilling grin. "the last thing you will ever see is my laughing face, and the last thing you will ever hear is the sound of my evil laughter!" i let out a long, evil laugh, delighted by my victory. once she is still and the deed is done, i leave the stocking tied firmly around her throat, my unmistakable trademark. i summon my helper back and order him to vanish the evidence. i glance down at my perfect bare feet, knowing i am a ghost in the night. "i have never been caught, and i will never be caught!" i declare, followed by long, long evil laughter. with a final snap of my fingers, the memory of me vanishes from his mind, and i prepare for the next story to begin.