Vanessa was dressed impeccably, her long legs encased in sheer nude pantyhose, and a tight skirt hugging her curves. Like many other subway commuters, she stepped onto the subway train as it came to a halt, oblivious to the creep lurking around, some fucker who enjoys staring at her legs every morning.

She'd stand there, holding the pole, her skirt riding up just enough to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of nylon-clad thigh. Fuck, it was enough to make a grown man weep. And that's exactly what it did to her unidentified stalker. He couldn't get enough of those silky legs, the way the fabric clung to her skin. He'd follow her, day after day, his dick hard as a rock in his pants. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. He had to have her.

One morning, the perfect opportunity presented itself. He maneuvered through the crowded carriage, eyes locked on Vanessa's delicious legs. As he reached her, he pressed himself against her back. His hands trembled as he reached out, fingertips brushing against the silky fabric covering her legs. She stiffened, but there was nowhere for her to go. The crush of bodies kept her pinned in place.

The man's fingers trailed up Vanessa's legs, savoring the feel of pantyhose against his skin. He could feel the heat emanating from her core, and his arousal grew. Slowly, he inched his hand higher, until he was caressing the back of her thighs. Vanessa gasped softly, her body tensing. She couldn't believe this was happening, but the sensation was exhilarating.

Higher and higher his hands crept, until they disappeared beneath the hem of her skirt. The man's hand slipped under her skirt and began to massage her through the pantyhose, his touch firm and deliberate. Vanessa gasped, her body trembling as his fingers brushed against the crotch of her pantyhose. Her breathing grew heavy, her hips involuntarily bucking against his hand. As the man's fingers explored further, his eyes widened in shock and disgust. He suddenly felt a slight protuberance. His probing fingers encountered a strange bulge, tucked away beneath the pantyhose. This wasn't the woman he had been stalking; this was some kind of freak hiding her filthy secret.

He recoiled momentarily, his mind reeling. The realization sent a surge of confusion and humiliation through him. He'd been jerking off to the wrong fucking gender this whole time!

But then, a gush of anger and sexual rage washed over him. How dare she deceive him and all the other men, trick him into groping her disgusting little secret? He would teach her a lesson she would never forget. With renewed vigor, he resumed his lecherous probing, his fingers brushing against the bulge hidden beneath her pantyhose.

Digging into her soft flesh through the diaphanous nylon, he toyed with her hardness, massaging it, determined to bring her to the brink of ecstasy and then deny her the release she craved.

Vanessa suppressed her moaning, her body convulsing as the man's cruel fingers worked her over. She could feel precum soaking through her pantyhose, the fabric clinging to her sensitive skin. The man's massaging intensified, his thumb pressing against the head of her throbbing wand, smearing the sticky fluid.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "You like that, you filthy slut?" he hissed in her ear. "You get off on being manhandled in public?"

Vanessa had always fantasized about this but never imagined it would become a reality. She could only whimper in response, her mind fogged with lust and humiliation, her body shaking with fear and arousal. She was terrified, but the threat of exposure, of being humiliated in front of everyone, only turned her on more. The train car was crowded, but no one seemed to notice the lewd display unfolding before them.

Her trapped dick throbbed against the mellifluous hosiery, her uncircumcised foreskin keeping all that nasty pre-cum locked up inside, like a fucking prison for that pathetic little dicklet.

The stalker pressed his hips against Vanessa's backside, letting her feel the hard bulge of his cock. "Looks like we're both packing something extra today, huh?" he sneered. "But yours is staying tucked away, you hear me? I'm not gonna let you get off that easily."

His hands slid under Vanessa's legs, fingers splaying wide. He could feel the slight bulge of her hidden dick through the thin material of her skirt and pantyhose. Slowly, he began to rub, applying gentle pressure to the trapped shaft. Vanessa bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan as pleasure coursed through her body.

His fingers dug into Vanessa's perineum region, kneading the flesh as he rubbed her concealed fairy wand through the nylon. He could feel it twitch and swell beneath his touch, the foreskin stretching tight around the growing girth. He pressed harder, grinding the heel of his hand against the sensitive head, eliciting a muffled whimper from Vanessa's throat.

With his relentless assault, the stalker brought Vanessa to the edge of orgasm. Each time, just as she was about to crest the wave, he would slow his movements, denying her the sweet release she desperately craved.

Feelings of frustration well up as she begged him, "Please..." she gasped, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Don't do this..." The man chuckled darkly, his breath hot against her neck. "Oh, but you need it, don't you? Well, too bad. You don't deserve to come, you disgusting freak!"

His other hand slid up to cup her breast, squeezing the soft mound through her blouse. He pinched her nipple hard, twisting the stiff peak between his fingers. Vanessa's breath came in ragged gasps, her face flushed with humiliation and desire. She was trapped, helpless to resist as he molested her in front of the crowded train. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "Look at you, getting all hard for me," he whispered cruelly. "You're loving this, aren't you? Being felt up like a dirty little slut."

He continued his cruel teasing, fingers dancing along the outline of Vanessa's trapped fairy wand. He could feel it straining against the confines of her pantyhose, the nylon stretching taut over the swollen shaft. He traced the ridge of her foreskin, feeling it slip and slide as her dick twitched with need. Screaming silently, her body shook uncontrollably as she was pushed to the very brink. Just as she was about to explode, the man suddenly withdrew his hand, leaving her hanging precariously on the edge.

Vanessa almost collapsed, as she clung weakly against the metal pole, her legs trembling, her pantyhose soaked with her juices. The man stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a smug grin. "That's what you get for dressing like a whore and tempting decent men," he sneered.

Vanessa bit her lip, repressing a groan as her fairy wand ached desperately for release. She wished she had worn underwear today, anything to provide a barrier between his probing fingers and her sensitive flesh. But no, she had gone commando instead, and now she was paying the price.

He continued his relentless teasing, fingers tracing the length of Vanessa's trapped dick, from the swollen head to the base where it disappeared into her pantyhose. He could feel the heat radiating from her crotch, the nylon dampening with her arousal.

His thumb pressed against the topside of her shaft, rubbing in slow circles. Vanessa's hips bucked involuntarily, her dick straining against its nylon prison. He smirked, knowing she was on the verge of cumming. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "You're so close, aren't you?" he whispered. "I can feel your little dick throbbing. It's leaking, isn't it? Filling up your foreskin with all that nasty pre-cum."

His fingers slid up to the waistband of her pantyhose, hooking under the elastic. He tugged the elastic waistband up, snapping it against her skin. Vanessa gasped, her fairy wand jerking in response. He repeated the motion, each snap sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her trapped shaft.

"You're not going to cum, not yet," he murmured cruelly. "I'm going to keep you like this, hard and aching until we reach your stop. And you're going to keep this pantyhose on, understand? I want you to sit at your desk, your little dick straining against the nylon all day."

Vanessa nodded, her face flushed with humiliation and desire. She knew she was at his mercy, forced to endure this cruel punishment. He continued his torment, fingers dancing along her pantyhose-clad crotch, keeping her on the edge of orgasm until the train finally pulled into her station.

As the train came to a halt, he leaned in close, his voice a menacing whisper. "I'll be watching you, tranny slut. I have ways of knowing if you touch yourself. And if you do..." He pressed a small device into her hand, no larger than a coin. "This is a tracker. It'll tell me everywhere you go, everything you do. And if I find out you've been playing with your little clitty, I'll make sure everyone knows your dirty secret. Your job, your friends, your family... they'll all know what a filthy little freak you are." Vanessa's eyes widened in fear as she realized the extent of his control over her. She nodded, clutching the tracker tightly. He smirked, satisfied.

Before allowing Vanessa to leave, he pressed himself against her back, his hand sliding around to her ass, between her nylon-clad cheeks, fingers probing until he found the hidden bulge of her trapped dick. He rubbed and teased, feeling her precum seep through the thin nylon, creating a damp spot that grew with each passing second.

Vanessa bit her lip, trying desperately to stifle her moans as he edged her closer and closer to the brink. Her legs trembled, her hips bucking involuntarily as she fought the urge to cum. He could feel her fairy wand throbbing against his fingers, the foreskin stretched tight over the swollen head. "Look at you, leaking like a fucking faucet," he whispered mockingly.

Clasping her rotund knob through the nylon, he massaged and squeezed the swollen head. Vanessa gasped, her legs trembling as pleasure shot through her body. He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. "One last reminder of who's in charge," he whispered, his hand moving faster, pumping her bulbous head through the pantyhose. Her precum flowed freely under her foreskin. He felt her body tense and knew she was on the verge of cumming.

Suddenly, he stopped, his hand stilling on her dick. Vanessa whimpered, her body aching for release. He chuckled darkly. "Not yet, my little fuck toy. You don't get to cum until I say so. Now get off the train and go to work. And remember, I own you now, and you'll do exactly as I say."

He released her, and Vanessa stumbled off the train, her legs shaking, her dick throbbing painfully against the gossamer nylon of her pantyhose. Every step was torture, the slightest movement sending jolts of pleasure through her trapped shaft. She clutched her handbag tightly, trying to hide the obvious bulge as she walked awkwardly through the crowded station with legs subtly parted. She could feel the tracker burning a hole in her pocket, a constant reminder of her new master's control over her.