You have been coming to see Me for regular monthly appointments in an attempt to cure your unhealthy obsession with ladies legs in nylon stockings. During these sessions you have been sliding in and out of consciousness, no doubt fantasizing about grovelling at my feet and begging to touch my perfectly toned, stocking clad legs, to kiss them and rub your nose all over them as I stand over you, looking down upon such a weak, pathetic creature that I have turned you into. It's so difficult to remember isn't it? you came out of the last session mesmerized by My English accent and seemingly incoherent after spending an hour, locked in a therapy room with Me. You must have left wondering if it really all happened how you remembered it, or were you in a trance like dream during our last session, was your mind wandering? Was it a fantasy in your poor little confused head? Now as you go to make your way back home, your mind starts flahing back and you are right back in the room with Me, it's almost as if you never left the session. Is it real? you are sure that you left and closed the door behind you, you remember stumbling back into the street and the feeling of the cold, biting air against your face waking you up like one of My well placed slaps. So how can you be back in the room with Me? This time it isn't a therapy session,its a full blown trance state right from the beginning, did you leave the room and collapse when you got out into the street, is this a dream? a fantasy? Or did you never leave? Is what you have been secretly longing for all these times that you have visited Me before actually happening? From the moment I order you onto your knees, is this really happening, the therapist that you are constantly fantasizing over is actually taking you deep into a trance and teasing you with her legs and ass, saying all the filthy things that you fantasize about while drawing you in deeper and deeper until you are caught between wishing it was real and praying that it isn't all at the same time. I want you weak and pathetic, trembling on the floor at my feet as I laugh at how truly helpless and brain drained you have become, you are well along the road of becoming my favorite little toy, a mesmerized, mindless slave to ME, now bring that nose and tongue over here, I believe its time that we introduced them to their new purpose in life.