How I became a Pantyhose Fetishist
How I became a Pantyhose Fetishist, started at a daycare center in south Texas in the 1970’s. The woman right below was my primary. A “primary” is the woman that turned you out to the fetish. The person that took your “innocence” away and planted the seed of perversion deep inside of you. For me, this happened when I was ten years old. The picture, taken out of my yearbook, in 1979. She’s the day care teacher that would rub her sheer pantyhosed feet in my face during nap time and even call me into her office to have me smell her pantyhosed feet every now and again. I’m not going to name her. She’s probably dead already from old age, but I wanted to give her some props nonetheless.