Kinktober 2025, Prompt #3 - Fishnet/Nylon

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, M/f, Maledom, M/ff, slave harem, bondage slavery, fishnets, nylons

Bellemisère Academy belongs to Cotinusa

Do you prefer fishnets or nylons?

It’s not a question that ever really occurred to me before a random chilly night when I was at home relaxing. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I think they’re both sexy as hell. But is one of them better? Do I prefer one over the other? Does one of them look better, or feel better when I run my hands over it?

I don’t know. I never really thought about it before. What I do know is that I started to seriously wonder about it on that random Saturday night. Because on that night, while I was sitting and enjoying a nice cool breeze coming in from the open window, I realized I had everything I needed to find out which one I preferred for myself. A wardrobe with plenty of fishnets, nylons, sexy outfits, and two Bellemisère Academy trained sex slaves to model them for me.

Hell. One of them, Number Two, was pressed up against me in my seat when the thought popped into my head. She perked right up when I told her what I was thinking and then went off to pull away Number One from after-dinner cleaning duty.

Just a few minutes later I was in my living room watching happily as my girls presented themselves to me.

Number One, an athletic Chinese-American twenty-something originally from California, had put on a sexy black dress and strappy high heels to go along with the real star of the show. A pair of skin-colored nylons she’d pulled nice and taut over her toned legs. She made a point of rubbing them together.

Number Two—born in Belarus and shorter, curvier, and bustier than the woman standing next to her—had thrown on a black leather bustier and a tight pink miniskirt to compliment her fishnet stockings. And no heels, giving me an unobstructed view of those criss-crossing black lines that went all the way down to her toes.

“Very nice, ladies,” I said. They both bowed their heads and thanked me for the compliment. Two was more enthusiastic about it than the generally more reserved One. These past few weeks were the first time I had them both at home with me, as One would be returning to the Academy for her second semester of training in a couple of weeks. Two, by contrast, was a full graduate of Bellemisère. She was Two because I bought One first, ordering her straight from the catalog instead of buying her fully trained. The difference in their attitudes was always plain to see.

But I wasn’t focused on any of that right then. My eyes were going back and forth between their legs as I took in every detail. The way both pairs of leg-wear were wrapped so beautifully around every inch of skin was delicious. So delicious that I didn’t want to keep my hands off them anymore.

They crawl up on the couch to nestle up against me on either side as soon as I give the order, and I wasted no time in running my hands all over their amazing legs and the materials that covered both pairs. There was no hesitation in the way either woman reciprocated my touch, running their own hands over my chest as they presented their legs to me as best they could. They were good girls.

Eventually, since I was comparing their fishnets and nylons, I had them go back to the closet and switch. They came back out in lingerie instead of full outfits this time, Number One remaining in all black to go with the fishnet stockings and Two in a white lingerie corset to match the white transparent nylons she put on. I had her present her ass to me like that, giving myself a little break from focusing purely on legs to enjoy the way it looked.

The rest of the night progressed like that. I had my girls switch back and forth between fishnets and nylons a few more times while they picked out new outfits to go with each. Number Two went for an all-red look the second time she was assigned fishnets while Number One finally wore colors other than black by putting on a full brown sweater and a skirt to give herself a sexy librarian look with that set of nylons.

She actually did work in a library before I ordered her.

At a certain point I started tying them up, bending them over my bondage bench so I could compare how fishnets and nylons looked when paired with a bright red ass, or when the legs are bound together into a single limb that’s useless for anything other than hopping or looking sexy.

Then in the final “round” I had them wearing only the leg-wear. Both of them wore both kinds at once, a pair of nude nylons underneath classic black fishnets. We spent most of that round in my bed instead of on the couch, ultimately ending the night sleeping there.

So at the end of the night, what did I decide? What was the winner in the ultimate contest of fishnets vs nylons?

I still don’t know! Ha!

Maybe I like fishnets better on their own but nylons better as part of an outfit? It’s hard to say. They’re both amazing. All I know for sure is who the real winner of a night spent playing with my property was.

Me!