The Huntress in Pantyhose

She hunts by night, roaming downtown bars for a particular prey. Her instincts are sharp, knowing what she’s looking for, recognizing what she seeks. Women with particular needs that they don’t yet know, women who crave submission and domination and can’t explain why. But she doesn’t hunt for herself, at least not entirely.

For there is a hierarchy in submission, and this ravenous hunter serves her own Mistress, bringing her fuel for the engine of her desire, gifts from her willing pet.

When she spots her prey, she feels an instinctive certainty. Three women looking for a quiet drink after work, a chance to unwind and relax with friends, but also something else. They don’t yet know that they are being stalked, hunted, about to become prey for a predator that sees something in them that they don’t yet know themselves. And when her trap is sprung, they fall, one by one, surrendering to their deeper instincts and dark desires, finding pleasures and sensations that thrill and shock them.

Three more victims for the Huntress in Pantyhose and her insatiable Mistress.