Custom clip: "Could you play a hypnotherapist that I've asked to cure me of my pantyhose fetish? When I arrive I'm confused and uneasy because you're actually wearing shiny dark pantyhose. You explain that it's because hypnosis requires focused attention, and only pantyhose will hold my attention completely. You convince me the only way I'll ever be free of my fetish is to give into it COMPLETELY. I reluctantly lie on the chaise lounge, facing right at your chair, and you hypnotize me with your pantyhose legs and heels. At first (briefly) the hypnosis seems clinical and professional (other than using pantyhose to induce it). But as my tr4nce deepens, you begin to strip slowly down to your bra, nylons and heels while becoming suggestive and start teasing cryptically about my de@th. You ask me if I know what kind of pantyhose you're wearing and reveal that it's Wolford "Fatal." You laugh and comment how they seemed appropriate for the occasion because tonight I'm going to d1e for them. You tease that I never should have given you such complete control over me. Removing one shoe, you explain that you're going to run your nyloned foot from my feet to my head, and as you trace up my skin I'm going to feel more and more helpless as you make me believe I'm a cocoon of nylon is wrapping over me and paralyzing me. (As you are slowly paralyzing me, please be constantly teasing and reinforcing that you're going to make me d1e for your pantyhose.) First you trace up each of my legs, then my stomach and chest, then each of my arms. Leaving my neck and head for last, you dangle your other shoe as you tell me you're going to cure me of my pantyhose fetish once and for all. You ask me "Do you know why they call these pantyhose 'fatal?' Because they're to d.ie for!" You make me watch your shoe hanging, just like my life is hanging in the balance. When your shoe falls off, I'll know I'm done for. Finally you place your nylon feet on the sides of my neck and tell me to feel nylon encasing my entire head, leaving me completely enveloped and unable to move. You cover my mouth with your foot and explain that my orgasm is linked to your own. Our pleasure is mounting together, and when you cum, I'll cum. But my orgasm will be different. Your powerful hypnosis and pantyhose are going to push me to the de@thgasm. I watch and listen as your pleasure mounts and you stifle me with your nylons as you tease that I'm past the point of no return, that I can't escape and I can't stop you. You climax and tell me "Yes, it's time: come and succumb to the de@thgasm!"