My grandfather had always been a strange and secretive man, he lived like some kind of hermit out in the middle of nowhere. As such I never really knew much about him, hell I'd only ever met him once years ago and even that memory is fuzzy now. So it was a total shock to me to learn that not only had he passed away, but that he had left his home to non other than myself. At first I thought it must have been some kind of mistake but all I had to go on was a crumpled letter he sent me stating I was to inherit the place and that everything inside was mine from now on. I wish I could say I was a bit more torn up over learning of his passing but I hardly knew him, which only intensified the mystery of why he left everything to me. For a few days I was plagued by a mixture of excitement, confusion and intense curiosity.

*Why? Why Me*

The timing couldn't have been better though, I was on the verge of completing my masters but as summer rolled around I would need to find somewhere cheap to live. I was bracing myself to share a flat with who knows how many roommates but this house was too good of an opportunity to pass up. So I ignored my apprehension and decided I'll stay in his old house for a few months, hopefully I could fix it up and sell it before the summer was up and I had to return to the city. I really shouldn't have come.

Even getting to the home was a nightmare, hours of driving down winding country roads and old logging trails until I finally reached the ancient property. A dirt track led to a large, tangled old manor house that was clearly in disrepair. I could hardly believe that he was living here alone for so many years, the wood walls were peeling paint and the windows coated in grime. Inside wasn't much better, the place was a hoarders paradise. It was filled with furniture of all kinds, strange random items and equipment, pictures, newspapers, piles of title-less books. There was no end to it and it seemed that I would be spending my days attempting to make the place barely habitable let alone good enough to sell.

My first night was sleepless, with the constant creaking of old wood and stuffy heat of summer making it impossible to relax. I resolved to at least clean the master bedroom, hoping that a larger bed would help in some way. So I spent the day going back and forth, dusting, packing, organising. I found all kinds of strange, sealed wooden boxes kept buried under piles of junk. Each one locked, shut tight even though it's highly unlikely anyone would ever find this place. All locked except from one.

A trunk made of glossy wood and leather straps, I had to pull it out from under the dust coated mess that was the bed. It took so0me trying but I managed to unclip the various clasps holding it shut and flip open the lid. I would never in a thousand years have expected the contents. Sitting on a bed of soft black leather like material was a pair of bizarre, pristine thigh highs. They were a soft pink, in heavy contrast with pretty much everything else around them. The texture of the fabric felt soft but was flexible like latex, they ended with stirrups that would wrap across the wearers soles. Each band at the top of the thigh had a ring of writing that was almost too small to make out in the dim light surrounding me.

"Exposed, sensitive, helpless, delicious."

I couldn't make nay sense of it, but one thing was clear. I felt an intense and unexplainable desire to put them on right this second.

Okay another strange one I know, but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. Right off the bat this story will work best with a GM as there aren't any other characters perse although of course I'm open to ideas. My general idea is that the thigh high socks and the house are cursed or alive in some perverse way. They will slowly start to corrupt and brainwash me for some obscene purpose. There are a lot of fun ways this can go: what's in the other boxes? is the house haunted by a pervy old ghost? Maybe the thigh highs attract other depraved beings to the house to get me? Also it should be said that this will be a legs/foot focused story in some respects as that is a huge kink of mine.

I love to play myself because of course I love to imagine all these things happening to me. I have dyed purple hair, 5'6, 34C, green eyes, pale skin and I' skinny/athletic.

My kinks include: Legs/Feet, stockings socks etc, getting dirty/messy, much older men/women, all kinds of bdsm, pet play, non con, bad endings, tentacles/monsters, body stockings, harnesses, mind control, living clothes, stalking and many more!