True story sent in by an anonymous member....

The one fetish that I have is women wearing pantyhose, especially dominant
asian women. I would be very grateful if you could assist me in e-mailing 
a translation of two phrases from English to Japanese. 

I would like to put Japanese writing (script characters) on a T-shirt (we
can do it in the office using an inkjet printer) that says something similar
to;

"I would be obligated to give any lady wearing pantyhose a foot massage" 

and a second phrase that says something like;

"I would be the willing slave for any lady that is wearing pantyhose"

If possible could you also include english written versions that sound out
the phrases so that I know how to say them properly.

I plan on wearing these shirts to work, please read below.


The company that I work for hires a contract accountant that only comes to
our office 2 ­3 days per week. She was born in China near Hong Kong, but she
lived in Japan for 10 years before moving to Canada in 1992. She moved here
with her Japanese husband and teenage daughter, but now she is a widow. She
is quite a bit older than I am, she must be in her mid 40’s but she is
absolutely gorgeous for any age. I don’t know what kind of Chinese she
speaks, but she is fluent in Japanese.

We call her ‘Susan’ but her real name is pronounced something like Singsin.

Last Friday I was working late by myself in the office, I don’t do it very
often especially on Friday. While typing at my computer Susan came in, She
had not worked for us that day so it was a surprise. She went to her desk
and grabbed a large folder when she noticed me working. She came over to
make some small talk, and she explained that she needed to get some files to
work on over the weekend. 

She was wearing a short black leather skirt, black pantyhose and very high,
open toe heels (she has a vast collection of leather cloths including a pair
of thigh high leather boots and several pairs of very sexy, very high heeled
shoes, she also wears every shade of pantyhose imaginable) When Susan first
started working for us two years ago I would sneak glances at her gorgeous
pantyhose covered legs, after she was with us for about a year I just
outright stared. I think she likes it as she will often come over to my desk
to talk and tease me. She stopped using the main set of stairs to the upper
mezzanine where we store files, instead choosing the spiral staircase near
my desk. When making small talk she will often sit in the chair beside my
desk and dangle her shoe off her foot, this really drives me nuts.

Anyhow, during our conversation she mentioned that she had been all over
town (Toronto) and that her feet were killing her. As I stared down at her
beautiful feet she suddenly said ‘since you like to look so much, you
massage them for me’ (her english is still a bit rough). I was sort of in a
state of shock at the command, but she just sat in the chair next to me and
put a foot up on the small printer stand beside my desk. I fumbled a bit
with the strap, but once I calmed down I gave her what I thought was an
awesome foot massage. She really seemed to enjoy it as she reclined back a
bit. I moved closer so I could rearrange the bulge in my pants, and also to
move my face closer to her feet. Trying not to look too obvious I slowly
inhaled the aroma of her sweaty feet ­ oooh my. When I was done rubbing her
second foot she slid it off the stand and briefly right onto my hard
errection. She gave it a gentle nudge, smiled, then placed both feet
together on the floor in front of her. 

She then said ‘Put my shoes on’. I took one shoe in my hand and prepared to
meet her foot back on the stand, but she just raised her eyebrows and sat
where she was. I then got down on my knees in front of her and put on the
shoe, then strapped it up. When I was done with the other shoe I was about
to get up but she motioned me to stay put and said ‘I see you like to
serving me very much’ she then stood up inches from me looked down and said
‘do what I say from now on and maybe you will serve me again’

With that she simply grabbed her folder and jacket and walked out the door.