The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Loosing Control, Chapter 1;

My name is Melanie, but everyone calls me Mel. I must say I have had a good life, and always done well for myself. I am an executive in a big lawyer firm, and so my paycheck is nothinng to sneeze at either. However as I sit here writing this journal I have reached a crossroads in my life that I am unsure how to proceed from. Rather than just jump to the problem, I think it would be best to start from the beginning. When I was younger I was always the tomboy, all the cheerleaders and preppies were always dressing up, and trying to look all girly and older than they really were, while I prefered to just kick back in jeans / shorts and tee-shirt. Of course there were occations that required that I dress up, and that would include pantyhose, heels, dresses, etc. and I wasn’t a lesbian so of course I would dress to the need. I still always felt more comfortable just being myself, and being preppy, or dressy just wasn’t me.

When I got into college my life started to change. Seeing my parents sued when my father was in an accident, I decided to step up and get involved to help people that needed it and help maybe bring a little justice into the world. As my classes started the teacher preached about appearances making a big difference in court, and the more professional you looked the better your chances were to be taken serious. So I started dressing to fit the part, and pantyhose started becoming a daily part of my routine. I became quite experienced in the world of hose, learned what brands fit the best, and even what brands felt the best. I still prefered my tomboy view so when I wasn’t in class, it was jeans / shorts and a tee-shirt. After the first couple years of college, I was pretty well settled into my routine, and life was still going as I had planned it. Then I met Terry, and we quickly became best friends. She was a lot like me, and when we were not in class we were hanging out and having fun. She was studing to become a lawyer like me, but she was in it for the money. However she was good! The teacher’s were always impressed with her work, research, and presentation. And what was more impressive is she did it outside the norm, she didn’t conform to the professional look, she maintained her normal look, and refused to become just like everyone else. That is until the day she was asked by the professor to stay after class.

Something was wrong, I could see it in her eyes as she walked out of the room. I spoke up and asked her what was going on, and without raising her eyes to meet mine she said “The professor’s are getting ready to fail me.” Terry must have realized how hard that hit me when I stopped walking because she looked up and continued “They said I have everything to be a great lawyer and make a real difference in the world, but my appearance is going to destroy me. I have been given a choice, conform to what is expected and dress professionally or fail and everything I have done so far will be lost. What is even worse is I have until tomorrow to make the choice.” Staring at Terry I didn’t know what to say. We started walking again and after a few minutes I spoke up. “I don’t think you should give up, Give in to what they ask for now, graduate and then do things your way. In fact I can help you if you want, you can use some of my dresses, pantyhose, and even borrow some heels if you would like.” Terry looked at me and gave me a feeble smile “Thanks, that means alot. But the professor gave me a package of hose, said it would help with the transition. I will take you up on the heels and a dress or 2 though. I just hope they realize that as soon as class is over those clothes come off, and when classes are over and graduation is over I am done with dressing up. If a company cannot hire me for who I really am, than I have no desire to work for them.”

The rest of the walk back to the apartment we walked in silence. Once we got there I went into my room and changed into a pair of shorts, and tee-shirt, then invited Terry in to look through my small stash of dresses and heels. Picking out a few things I asked Terry if she knew how to walk in heels, sighing she said no, and we decided she had better get some practice in. Putting on the heels, Terry grimaced in pain asking if they always felt so bad. Smiling I told her yeah, but wearing pantyhose helped alot. Kicking off the heels Terry grabbed the package of hose from her bag and went into my room to change. Coming back out a few minutes later wearing the hose with her shorts on over them she had a strange look on her face. Confused I asked what was going on. Terry responded with “This feels REALLY good, I mean I REALLY like them. I hate pantyhose, but for some reason I think I am in love with this pair!” Picking up the heels she slid them on her feet, and sat there staring down at her legs. Finally standing up, she walked around the room getting used to the heels, and once she felt she had it under control she sat back down crossed her legs and dangled the shoe from the end of her foot like a pro. “So now that you got the hang of walking in heels, are you gonna get that damn hose back off your legs?” I asked. Looking down, and rubbing her hand across one leg Terry smiled and said “You know, I think I am going to leave them on for a while. They feel really nice, and kind of like they are messaging my legs for me.” Knowing what a strange response that was for her, I just sat there tongue tied and watched her kick off the heels and slide her legs up onto the couch leaning back to watch some TV.

So the day continued, Terry was content and happy wearing pantyhose under her shorts. All I could do is stare in disbelief, as she sat there rubbing her feet together. Later that night we said our goodbyes and Terry headed home with her new small collection of clothes that she had gotten from me. Watching her leave I shook my head, turned and closed the door. I then proceeded to shower, and turn in for the night. Waking the next morning late, I rushed to get ready for class, and heard the doorbell ring. Answering it I saw Terry all dressed up smiling asking if I was ready to go. Telling her to give me a minute, I finished getting ready and we both rushed out the door. Classes went smooth, and by lunch Terry and I were done for the day. Asking Terry what her plans were, Terry explained that she needed to hit the library for some research before she could head home. Smiling I asked if she wanted to go over to my house and change before going to the library. Thinking it over for a minute Terry shook her head and said “No, she was fine for now, and something about her legs feeling like a million dollars.” So I headed home, and Terry went to the library with plans to meet up later at my house. Getting home I rushed to my room to change, and magically felt better. Still nagging in the back of my mind was the way that Terry was acting, and how I hadn’t seen her legs since she had tried that pair on. The rest of the day passed by, TV got boring, and after 6 there still was no sign of Terry. Grabbing a couple books to return to the library I headed out the door to look for Terry. Once I got there I walked around and didn’t see her anywhere. Confused I finished my search, and decided to use the bathroom before I left. Walking in I noticed there was someone in one of the stalls, and as I sat down to pee I could hear a low moan. Peering down under he wall, I saw a pair of my heels and instantly I knew it must be Terry in the stall. “Are you ok Terry?” I asked. An embarrassed voice came from the other side of the wall “Uh yeah, this is awkward, I don’t know why but I just got extremely horny, and I just had to do something about it.” Taken back by that response I said ok, and that I would wait for her outside the bathroom. A few minutes later I heard Terry clicking away in my heels heading towards the door. Red in the face Terry came out, and not another word was said about it. Smiling at her I asked if she was hungery, and we left to go get something to eat. Then both of us feeling tired we parted ways and headed home.

The next morning I got up on time and was ready to go when Terry arrived all smiles. Heading out to our only class for the day we made plans to go to the park after class. Staring at the clock and Terry through the entire class wondering exactly what was going on with her it seemed like it would never end, and when the bell finally rang, I almost jumped out of my seat in suprise. We walked back to my apartment to change where I stripped down and threw on a pair of shorts and tanktop, followed by a pair of flip flops. Walking out of my room I stopped in my tracks when I saw Terry. There she was ready to go in a tank top, shorts, sneakers, and pantyhose. “What are you doing?” I asked “We are going to the park to relax.” Terry smiled and replied with “Yeah, I know, whats the problem? I am ready to go.” Shaking my head, I said ok and we headed back out the door. We spent the rest of the day laying around in the sun at the park, and I couldn’t help but stare at Terry’s legs. The sun glistened off of them and they had such a pretty shine to them. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore “Terry what the hell is up with the pantyhose? Two days ago you were devistated that you had to put a pair on, and then (boom) now you won’t take them off.” “That is not true!” Responded Terry “I took them off the night before last when I showered, and while I slept. I put them back on last night before bed, because I wondered what they would feel like while I slept (Which was heavenly) and left them on today. They just feel so good, I want to leave them on. In fact everything feels so much more amazing when my legs touch something while I am wearing it. I honestly don’t know why I didn’t wear hose before now” Again I shook my head and Terry took her foot and rubbed it across my leg. Wow, that was the only word that came to mind when her pantyhose touched my leg, it really was amazing. Her foot felt like soft slippery silk, and it sent shivers down my spine. Resting her leg across mine, I slowly rubbed the fabric and we both just sat there lost in some sort of daze.