Origins of a stocking fetish – the family influence

“It began for me when I was twelve, back in 1978. At the time, the area I which my family lived had a great atmosphere and a genuine sense of community spirit (not anymore, alas). It was the custom for the ladies of our neighbourhood to put on a bit of an amateur ‘variety show’ (not sure if they have ‘variety’ in the US) in the local church hall. There would be a little singing, a few jokes, a little bit of (very amateurish) conjuring and the like. It was all very light-hearted. That year, at the end of the show, the curtains were pulled back to reveal a line of can-can dancers – the wives and mothers of our neighbourhood! The taped music started, and a dozen or so ladies began their high kicks, flashing their stockings and suspenders (all black) and their knickers (a variety of colours – whites, pinks and yellows). I was instantly spellbound. Straightaway my heart began to thump. I simply could not believe what I was seeing; there were ladies I knew (including Mum!) neighbours and the mothers of friends, kicking up their legs and wiggling their big round bottoms, all clad in gorgeous briefs and hosiery. The act finished to thunderous applause and cheering.

“That night I couldn’t get the images out of my mind – I was a stockings addict at twelve! I didn’t get much sleep that night either, as my parents’ bedsprings were squeaking away for hours: I wasn’t the only one turned on.”

“My story is a little different. I started out hating stockings with a passion. Growing up in the thirties until the age of about six, and before graduating to knickers, most boys in winter were forced to wear cotton or wool stockings with their shorts. The stockings were awful. Never long enough so there was bare thigh between the stocking top and shorts. They were held up by a single garter in front, or perhaps a pair of garters in a Y on a single strap. The garters were suspended from an over the shoulder bodice. The girls wore wool stockings too, but theirs were much longer, and moreover held up with a four-strap garter belt. I complained to my mother that my stockings should be longer, but to no avail. How happy I was to graduate to knickers. I got over my hatred of stockings-but that’s another story…

“My aunt was baby-sitting me at her house shortly after I shed my awful stockings. She was a slim, attractive widow in her early forties. She was always casual about putting on and adjusting stockings; they looked really good on her. In the bathroom were hanging to dry stockings, lingerie and a corset. I touched and felt her underwear, and loved the touch. As I turned to leave, my aunt was standing there smiling in her slip with a pair of stockings in her hands; she was obviously about to put them on. She asked if I liked her underwear. I stammered that her stockings were so much nicer than the ones I had had to wear. She asked if I would like to help her put on her stockings. I was trembling but somehow said yes. She showed me how to pull them carefully up her legs and fasten the garters to get straight seams. She then asked if I would like to try on some stockings. She said she had some that were short for her that would probably fit me. She had me remove my knickers, and put a wide garterbelt on me. Then, she watched while I put on the stockings, and carefully fastened the garters. She asked how I liked the stockings; I just loved them. It was the beginning of a long love affair. She gave me the garterbelt and three pairs of the stockings that were too short for her, saying that she wouldn’t and I shouldn’t tell my parents. Whenever she babysit for me after that, I would always put on the stockings. I still love them.”

“My fixation on women in their underwear, especially seeing their legs in stockings, was fixed forever in me by my aunt, when I was 10 or 11. I was staying at my aunt’s one time. I was sitting at a table when she came in, wearing only a white corselette with dangling suspenders. My heart was pounding, and I tried not to look as I heard her open a drawer. It was the drawer of a dresser behind the couch (which was actually a pull-down bed where I had spent the night). I glanced back and saw her sliding a shiny bronze coloured stocking up her long leg and fixing it to the hooks.

“She caught me looking, and I blushed and turned away. Next thing I know she has walked up beside me, pulled out a chair that is next to me, put her bare left foot on it, and slowly slid on the other stocking. She took a long time about it, drawing it up her leg, hooking the chocolate-coloured stocking tops with the rubber and metal clasps, and slowly smoothing out any wrinkles, working her hands up her leg from ankle to thigh. I was close enough to see every wrinkle in the nylon, and to hear the rasping sound the nylon made as it slid up her leg. I tried not to look, but kept glancing out of the corner of my eye.

“She was talking about banal things, like the shopping expedition we would be going on and things like that. But when she brought her foot back down and moved away to put on her dress, I noticed she had an ironic half-smile on her face.”

Origins of a stocking fetish – the school effect

“As a stocking lover since early childhood (since being fascinated with my primary school teacher’s legs in tan seamed nylons when I was five), I am fascinated in the origins of people’s love of stockings.”

“My love for stockings also started during my primary school years. My teacher wore nude colour stockings with very short skirts and I loved it. It only got worse as I got older, when I entered middle school, my S.S. teacher was wearing navy blue stockings with garters and a long wrap skirt. She took off her heels and climbed on a chair to reach the screen. I first was amazed that she took off her shoes but then when she climbed on the chair she revealed the tops of her stockings and her wonderful thighs.

“Then in eighth grade my English teacher was wearing six-inch heels, black seamed stockings with black garters and a short black skirt about five inches above her knee. She sat on the desk in front of me and spread her legs wide open revealing the tops of her stockings and her underwear.”

“For me, as I said it began when I was five years old, in 1959 (my God it seems like a century, but I am a hopefully youthful 46 year old!). My primary school teacher, Miss Scott, in Glasgow was a gorgeous brunette and, this being the 1950s, she wore the frocks and dresses of the period, complete with masses of taffeta petticoats, with a wide belt around her small waist.

“In particular, she wore tan-coloured seamed nylon stockings and high heels. The sound of her heels clicking along the wooden floorboards in the classroom, the swish of her petticoats and the sight of her shapely calves with stocking seams running up them made me punchy with delight. I do recall the intense ache of the excitement and not knowing how to fulfil it, other than a recurrent dream of sinking my teeth into the Miss Scott’s thighs around her stocking tops. Infantile sexual arousal, clearly.”

“My first realisation that stockings were something to be admired was when my teacher plopped her skirt over me when I was six. The next time I noticed stockings was when in high school at about the age of 13 I had a new maths teacher. Now these were the days in Australia (early ’60s) when many migrants from Europe were settling in Australia to build up our population. This teacher was from Germany, spoke very broken English, had an extremely hard face but would wear seamed stockings and high heels every day. That made her very interesting!

“All my mates would try to engage her in conversation in the playground whilst the rest of us would be checking her out from behind. A sight that few had ever seen before. From there I went into the Air Force and the WRAAFs were issued with seamed stockings which they would only wear on Parade, as this was now the time that pantyhose was coming in and most wouldn’t wear the “old fashioned stuff”. Boy for a while there those girls in uniform looked delicious as they marched by. We kept up to date with stockings with little magazines called Spick and Span….but then they went the way of the Dodo along with stockings). After that I didn’t see another pair of stockings until the late 80’s when the last revival occurred… and by then I was hooked.”

Origins of a stocking fetish

“Clothing-related fetishes are linked to fashions that are seen between the ages of about 5 and 15, when male sexuality is developing. The stockings and suspender/garter belt fetish primarily has its origins in the 1950s and 60s. Previously, directoire knickers, bloomers and corsets were ‘the thing’. The shapely ankle, today a phrase that seems faintly ridiculous, was a strong fetish with 19th century origins. Tights and pantyhose are an increasingly common fetish, as can be seen from the content of ‘leg’ magazines and the suppliers of photo sets. This is entirely predictable. Claims that stockings are ‘sexier’ than tights are incorrect. No piece of clothing, of itself, is sexy. Most sexologists/psychologists claim that women (natural women, not TVs and transsexuals etc) do not have fetishes, but this belief is entirely incorrect. A fetish generally has to have some ‘unusual’ aspect to it, so men’s socks won’t turn many women on!”

“The year was 1967. I had an evening paper round in Southampton where I live. I was 16 and just about to leave school at the end of the summer. On my evening paper round a girl aged about 18 would cycle past me every evening wearing extremely short flimsy summer dresses. The mini skirt/dress was the height of fashion and a lot of girls had already started wearing tights. Not this girl however, she would cycle past me every evening for the duration of the summer with her skirt above her nylon tan stocking tops and white suspenders. Later that year I started work at what was then Southern Gas only to find that she worked there also. Sadly by then she was wearing tights. My fetish began at a much earlier age but this is my best recollection due to the fact that it lasted for months at the same time of 5.45 each weekday.”

“It was 1981 and I was studying in the University Research Library at UCLA, where I was finishing up my freshman year. I was totally engrossed in whatever I was reading at the time (which, considering my grades that year, is still pretty hard to believe!), but at a certain point, I happened to notice that a striking young woman had sat down across from me.

“I think what initially caught my eye was a slight wrinkling or bagging of her (I thought) pantyhose around her ankles. I found the sight both odd and compelling… so my eyes continued upward. She was wearing a black skirt (about down to her calf) with a slit in the side, fairly high up her thigh. At first, that didn’t mean anything, but when she slightly shifted her position in her chair, it meant EVERYTHING!

“For when she shifted, the slit opened up to reveal a lovely, well-shaped thigh, a beautiful black garter strap and the welt of her stocking. Immediately, I lost ALL interest in whatever it was I had been reading and focused all of my attention on this beautiful woman. Not having EVER seen stockings and garters outside the pages of Playboy, I couldn’t believe this woman was showing me hers… she must’ve noticed my attention (or my blushing face…), because she then crossed her legs VERY slowly, allowing the slit to open further, exposing more and more stocking-clad leg. When she took off her shoe to rub her foot, I’d never seen anything like that before… what I now know to be a ‘blackfoot’ stocking. I was, to say the least, entranced!

“After what seemed like hours (but was more likely only a few minutes), she got up and left. As I watched her walk away and admired the straightness of her seams, I found myself packing up my things and hurrying after her. Being a shy freshman and not nearly as confident as I am today, I wasn’t able to go introduce myself, so I followed her at a discreet distance. Her class must’ve been all the way across campus, as it seemed like I was walking behind her for a LONG time. Mind you, I was in heaven watching those seams dancing just in front of me. I could even faintly hear the sound of her stockings rubbing together. What a sound!

“Finally, she got to her classroom. I couldn’t well follow her in, so I was thrilled when she got a seat adjacent to the open door. She then proceeded to cross her legs and move the slit so that I could still see the garter strap stretching to attach to the welt of her stocking. At one point, she reached down and started to adjust it. Well, I was about ready to explode by then… thankfully, my dorm room was fairly close by! And that is how it all began for me…”

Why oh why do men love stockings?

Firstly my husband asked me to post something here so I want to know why is there a fixation on stockings by what seems like all the male population?

– Well it’s not a case of men loving stockings it’s a case of men loving the person who’s in the stockings, and loving them because they are taking the time to be healthy and feminine at the same time. I mean really who wears pantyhose nowadays? Only fools and some men. Just take some time away from it all to think about it and I know you will see the reasoning behind these words. If you still don’t understand then I will be glad to enlighten you.

– Well Tracey, I am a stocking lover, and I can’t think of ANYTHING sexier than a woman in stockings and a garter (suspender) belt! They do a number of things really. They accentuate the leg beautifully, for a start. That in itself is worth everything. Not just the leg but the thigh also. They frame other areas. They finish up so nicely on the thigh making one want to run one’s hands up and down the leg! They are really the crowning touch!

There is nothing like getting a glance of an upper thigh clad in a stocking top! Try wearing a skirt sometime that has either a slit that shows them off or is short enough to show the stocking top if you when you want someone to see them. Go out on the town with your S/O and give him a glimpse and see what happens! Considering how little effort it takes to wear them and how much your S/O gets from the experience, why wouldn’t you wear them?!

– Gosh – that’s difficult and there are a whole lot of jumbled reasons. Innova has part of it but not all. For me, there is a nostalgia element – the pre-tights (or pantyhose) stockings felt so different under the hand. Then there was the excitement of reaching the stocking welt and the button – feeling the bare flesh beyond and knowing that following the strap would take me somewhere very exciting. Then there is the knowledge that my lady is available to me when she wears stockings. That does not make her a slut in the general sense – but it is something shared between us. I could go on, but hope this starter helps.

The female leg is gorgeous in nylon…and more importantly the only reason to wear stockings is to make them look even more lovely. In addition to the sexy shimmering look, the fact that you’re wearing them for no other reason then to be sexy… makes them sexy! Garter belts, sheer panties and stockings tend to frame and lead one’s gaze to the ultimate goal of female mystery. Always more exciting when partially covered and decorated. Look at yourself naked and then wearing lingerie. Which is more enticing? And the attitude required to wear lingerie well is, to most males, irresistible.

Dreaming of stockings

– I am having a tremendous phenomenon occur. Every few nights I dream about stockings and suspenders. This has been going on for several months. Does this happen to anyone else?

– It is odd that you mention this, because just last night I had a stocking-sighting dream in which I was part of some tour group, and somehow caught a sighting of the tour guide revealing a stocking top and garter straps. And all I could think of was how I just *had* to report this stocking sighting to the Stockings HQ discussion list! Alas, I can’t really remember any other details from the dream. It got a bit surreal (as most dreams do).

– I envy you those dreams! If you are the same woman who, a few days, wrote that you had been wearing stockings and suspenders for six months, thanks to the encouragement of a man in your life, I’d suggest your dreams are of awakening to full womanly sensuality. But I could be quite wrong! Anyway, keep dreaming of them!

– It looks like you might be right. Yes, I’ve been wearing them for only six months. There’s an interesting range of themes:

Exposure – I’m falling off things exposing my stockings and suspenders.

Intimacy – I’m in black corsetry with black stockings and kissing three different men.

Loss without them – I’m trying to get to events and cannot find my stockings.

And probably the best and most hilarious was a very simple dream where a pair of pantyhose on clothes pegs hovered beside my bed and then were suddenly sucked underneath to disappear forever into the darkness.

In any case, I am very appreciative to have been exposed to them.

Nylon fetish

sarkaLong time ago I was told fetishes are a male thing, women can’t be fetishist. So what about Sarka, Miss November 2014 for the italian website legambedelledonne.com (it can be translate as “women’s legs . com”)? She is Czech, she is gorgeous, she is married (and not looking) and she obviously has a fetish for nylons, high heels, masks, wet looks. Het youtube channel, Sarka Encasement, says it all