As she sinks into the chair, pantyhose-clad legs spread, the woman’s nylon-covered feet draw her gaze. The camera zooms in, capturing the smoothest and most silky fabric of her sheer stockings. But her attention is diverted as she leans in and faces away from the camera. In comes the face smothering, as the cool, airy hosiery are positioned over her nose and mouth. She struggles at first, but soon surrenders to the pleasurable suffocation. Her breathing slows, her body trembles and the pleasure overwhelms her senses. She writhes against her restraints, her body ecstatic in the velvet-soft embrace of the nylon inhibitors. Her hands attempt to grip at something, anything to alleviate the gasps that are about to escape her, but she is bound and helpless. The smothering intensifies, her throat expanding and contracting within the hose’s tight grip, and her moans stirred in the background register in the soundtrack. This pantyhose face smothering experience is like a perfect dream, leaving no space for regret or regretful thoughts. She is trapped, yet free, succumbing to the plush, titillating material that stretches in her wetness, and her body is obedient in its enjoyment of the bloke in charge who directs her pleasure.