The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Betrayal, Chapter 3

My name is Jenny, my mother is the one that started this journal to one day give to me. Several times I have read through all the entries that told her story. Everytime I have read it, it brings me to tears at the mental torment she went through. Though I have grown up and moved out I still go to visit often, and have never seen my mother out of her pantyhose since the night we had our talk. My sister still visits also, and she is never without her pantyhose either. Seeing this makes me glad I didn’t start wearing pantyhose as all my friends did, but a part of me still wonders what exactly it feels like, and why it is impossible to stop using once you start. Several times I have brought this up to my mother and she seems to daze out before telling me it is not worth trying. My sister on the other hand tells me it is the greatest feeling in the world and that once you try it you want it again and again. She also said the only way to describe how it feels is to try it myself. Grinning devilishly she would always ask me if I wanted her to get me a pair like she wore. Turning her down, I would tell her that I just prefer not to.

Today I had an interview with a big executive company that specializes in computer software. Everyone seemed very nice, and I was informed after the interview that if I wanted the job it was mine. There was one catch though. All women were required to dress up, either in a skirt, or dress with pantyhose and heels, or dress slacks with heels. Thinking it over I decided to take the job, and just wear dress slacks with socks and heels. That night I called my mother to tell her the good news, and she said she was very happy for me. I could hear the sound of concern in her voice and I reminded her that I had no desire to wear hose, and I was planning to wear dress slacks with socks and heels. Congratulating me again, we said good night and I went to bed to make sure I was fresh and ready for my first day.

Arriving at my new job, I could tell it was gonna take some getting used to wearing socks with heels. My feet felt pinched with all the fabric in the front of the shoes, and before I even got to my desk my feet were killing me. Kicking off my heels under the desk I got to work and enjoyed the lines of programing that needed to be scanned and repaired. Lunch time I put my shoes back on, and went to the cafe to eat. Sitting there eating trying to figure outa way to deal with the pain of my confined feet, a few other women from my section came over and sat with me to eat. Welcoming me to the company they all complimented me on my outfit, and I thanked them. Then thinking about it I asked what they did to stop the horrible pain with their feet wearing their heels. Looking down they giggled and told me that the socks were my problem. The only way to stop the pinching feeling is to either go bear footed, or to wear hose. With that the conversation was dropped and everyone went back to eating. Stopping at the bathroom on the way back to my desk I peeled off my socks and put my heels back on. Realizing they were right, my feet felt alot better and I managed to get through the rest of the day with no pain. That night I stopped at the store and after I found everything I needed I wandered aimlessly around the store just browsing. Stopping at the pantyhose isle I decided to take a look at all the different brands and styles. As I walked down the isle I saw so many different types of tights, pantyhose, knee highs, thigh highs, dress stockings, compression stockings, etc. Stopping at the knee highs I couldn’t help but wonder if they were the same thing as pantyhose. Picking up a box of knee highs I looked them over and thought about it. Finally I put the box back, and checked out of the store.

The next day I went to work without socks. Everything was going great, until about mid day when I started noticing blisters on the back of my feet caused by the heels. Struggling to get through the rest of the day, I decided to stop at the store on the way home to decide on another option. Wandering through the isles again, I found myself back at the pantyhose section. Wandering through the isle again I picked up the box of knee highs, and after several minutes of thought I threw it in the cart and headed home. When I arrived at home I kicked off my heels and wiggled my toes with joy at the freedom they now had. Digging through my bags I found the box of knee highs and opened the box. Pulling them out I felt the fabric in my fingers, and realized that it felt just like the fabric on my mothers legs when I would accidently brush against them. At that point my mind was in mental turmoil, was this the same thing as pantyhose? Was I going to end up like my mother if I tried them on? Finally I decided that these were not the same thing, and if it would stop the blisters from forming it would be worth taking the chance. Bunching up the first knee high I slid it over my foot and pulled it up as high as it would go. Doing the same with the other one, I then put my heels back on and walked around the apartment to see if they made a difference. After noticing a big difference I decided to leave them on to get used to them because they seemed to make my feet very sensitive. Everything I touched had more feeling to it, and when I rubbed my feet together it was the softest most erotic feelings I had ever experienced. Later that night I took them off, and went to sleep, somewhat excited to see how things would feel after a day of work.

The rest of the week went without a hitch, no more pain, and my feet actually felt really good at the end of the day. Friday afternoon heading back to my desk from lunch one of my new friends walked up behind me and whispered that I had a run in my pantyhose. Looking down I saw the run, and thanked her for telling me, but that it wasn’t hose, it was knee highs. Smiling she said “Right” and went to go on, then turned back around and said “You know, if you like those knee highs you should try the thigh highs with a garter.” Looking at her funny she said “Well it isn’t hose, it is thigh highs” giggling she turned and walked back to her desk. That evening I stopped at the store again, and checked out the large display of thigh highs, and garters. Wondering why she made the messed up comment she did, and wondering why the knee highs got a run in them when they were not pantyhose I decided to give them a try. Afterall the knee highs probably ran because they were so thin, not because they were pantyhose. Arriving home I kicked off my heels and wiggled my toes in the knee highs before I stripped them off my feet. Going through the bags I found my thigh highs and garter belt, pulling them out of the package and feeling them in my fingers I realized that they felt just like pantyhose and I dropped them down on the table. Picking up the package I read the back out loud.

“These thigh high stockings feel just as good

as pantyhose, but in a thigh high form that

gives you the freedom from the control top

and all day support for the women who is always

on the go.” Setting the package back down I thought about what I had read. I came to the conclusion that stockings were not the same thing as pantyhose. Even the label said so, and manufacturers had to tell the truth when selling their products right? Picking up one of the stockings I ran it through my fingers and decided to give it a try. Pulling the first stocking on was amazing, so much nicer than a simple knee high. Pulling on the second one I sat there rubbing my feet together enjoying the sensations as it felt like millions of tiny little fingers running up and down my legs. Pulling up the garter belt and latching the stockings into the clasps I studied my legs in awe. Deciding to leave them on (just so I could get used to them) I continued on with my evening and even had a little bit of my own personal time. As bed time approached I realized that I really enjoyed these stockings and honestly did not want to take them off. Sitting there pouting I realized there was no reason for me to take them off. So with that thought I spent the entire weekend wearing my new stockings with the garter belt, and monday morning I decided to wear a skirt with them and show off my stockings. Walking into the office, I went over to my friend and thanked her for her advice about the stockings. She smiled and said that she knew I would like them. The week seemed to pass in a blurr as I just couldn’t get enough of how great these stockings felt. The only time I would take them off was to shower and wash them. Then the worst thing happened. I walked into work on thursday morning and my coworker informed me again that I had a run in my stockings. Realizing I was in a bad spot because I had worn a skirt and didn’t have any new stockings to change into, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I knew if I continued to wear them management would say something, and if I took them off and went barelegged management would also say something. Seeing the look on my face my coworker smiled and asked if I remembered to bring spares. Telling her no I didn’t she reached into her bag, and pulled out a pair of hose and handed them to me. “Here is a pair of active support pantyhose for you to get through the day. I know you say you don’t wear pantyhose, but this is the best option if you don’t want to get written up.” Looking at the pantyhose she held out in front of her I realized that she had set me up. Stockings were the same as pantyhose, just a little shorter. The thought of going bare legged made me feel paniced, and I could feel the anxiety starting to build inside me. Deciding it would be better to take a chance with management then to put on a full pair of pantyhose I politely turned her down, but she insisted that I atleast hold on to them for the day just in case management said something to me. Putting the pantyhose in my purse I thanked her, and went on to get to work. All day long I worried someone would say something, and I worried about what I had already done to myself. Finally work day over I headed to the car, and to the store. Walking back to the pantyhose isle I tried to figure out what I should do, I felt stupid, why would they put socks in with pantyhose? I should have known better. Looking at all the packages longingly of pantyhose, stockings, knee highs, dress socks, decided on a pair of dress socks. They were true socks, just really thin so they could be worn with heels. Cashing out I headed home.

Home atlast after a long day I kicked off my heels and wiggled my stockinged toes as I looked down at them. Not wanting to take them off yet I went about my business until bed time when I pulled them off. Deciding I didn’t want to take the chance of a relapse I took a pair of scissors to them and cut them into small pieces. Feeling sad about doing it I turned in for the night so I could be bright eyed and bushy tailed for the next day.

Waking in the morning I reached for my stockings, and felt a surge of panic when they were not where they were supposed to be. Remembering the events of the night before, anxiety set in as I realized that they were gone and I had no more. Calming myself I got up and got ready for work with my new dress socks and pants. Feeling off, but starting to feel better I headed off to work and had an uneventful day. But I did find myself drifting off from my work from time to time and staring at my coworkers legs encased in pantyhose wishing I had atleast bought a new pair of thigh high stockings. I got through the rest of the day, and found myself in the parking lot of the department store wanting to buy a new pair of stockings, but realizing what I was doing I quickly started the car back up and decided to go and visit my mother whom I hadn’t seen since I got my new job. Knocking on the door I was greeted by my sister and mother with hugs, and I couldn’t help but look down and stare at their hosed legs in wonder. Looking me over my sister said “Damn girl, you look quite professional. The only thing I would do different would be replace them ugly socks with beautiful pantyhose.” Feeling a shudder go down my spine, I knew she was right, and the look on my face must have given me away because my sister informed me that she had an extra pair in her car if I wanted them. My mother quickly gave her a nasty look, and both her and I said no there was no need for that. Going inside we all sat in the kitchen and hung out for a while, but I kept getting distracted by their legs. They looked so pretty in the pantyhose, and I knew it must feel sooooo good against their skin. Occationally I would look up and see my sister looking at me smiling, and then she would start dangling her shoe off the end of her foot teasing me even more. Then she would giggle softly to herself like she knew some secret that no one else knew. Later on both my sister and I said we needed to leave, and after we said our goodbyes to mother and headed to our cars my sister spoke up, “Can’t stop thinking about it since you wore it can you?” Responding back to her I informed her I had not worn pantyhose, I explained that I had worn some knee highs, and thigh highs, but I had not worn pantyhose. Laughing outloud she asked me “What do you think knee highs, and thigh highs are?” I looked up at her and said in a questioning tone “Socks, aren’t they??” Laughing even harder my sister said “Poor Jenny, you damned yourself to a life of servitude to pantyhose and don’t even realize you did it” Then she went on to say, “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything, but when you finally give in completely to it, you can hide it for a while by wearing pants with socks in front of mother” Very shaken, we said our goodbyes with a hug, and as we parted she pulled my hand down to rub against her hosed leg. Smiling she asked me again if I was sure I didn’t want the spare pair she had in her car, shaking my head I told her no, even though every part of me wanted it so bad.

Home at last, I threw down my stuff and went for a shower. I had to clear my head, and I had the weekend to do it. Turning the water as hot as I could stand, I let it fall over me until my skin was as red as a lobster. Finally the water started cooling off, which meant I must have drained the hot water tank. I figured at that point it must be time for me to get out. Drying off and putting on my pajama’s I kicked back to watch some TV and relax. After a while I heard my phone go off and realized I had left it in my purse. Wondering how many messages and calls I had missed, I reached into my purse and pulled back my hand in shock. Something soft and silky had brushed against my hand and shocked me. Looking down into my purse I saw a pair of pantyhose bunched up. Figuring my sister had put them in there I pulled them out and remembered I had not taken my purse with me into my mothers house. Then I remembered that this was the pair my coworker had given me on thursday. Feeling the softness of them against my skin I thought about my sister and mother, my coworkers, and everyone else I had seen that day that had been wearing them. Thoughts were going through my head about wearing it, throwing it away, putting them back in my purse, cutting them up, etc. Then I started thinking about how maybe I could try them on, afterall I had been wearing stocking and knee highs for 2 weeks and still could go without wearing them. I mean how much stronger could an actual pair of pantyhose be compared to the other things I had already done? Trying to figure out a way to justify it, and to beat the nagging voice in the back of my mind telling me no, don’t do it, was driving me crazy. On one hand I had gone one day without it, but on the other hand it was just one day, and my mother thought she could beat it even after several years without it. Freaking myself out, I was borderline panic attack, when I finally threw them down on the couch and started taking my pajama bottoms off. Finally out of them I took off my panties, and picked the pantyhose back up working it onto my legs. Slowly but steadily pulling it up until finally letting go of the waistband and falling back onto the couch in extacy. No longer interested in tv, I rubbed my legs with my hands, and then worked them up to my sex where I tried to work the pantyhose up inside me. I was out of control, and brought myself to a climax over and over again. Finally completely exhausted, I sat up and slowly carressed my legs as I resumed watching TV in a pantyhosed stupor. Snapping out of it around midnight I stood up and headed to bed. Looking down at my hosed legs I really thought about leaving them on, but I knew that was a very bad idea. Slowly pulling them off I put them on the floor and then put my pajamas back on. Laying down I had wonderful dreams of pantyhose, and stockings and when I woke I found myself looking for the pantyhose to put it back on. Seeing a coming problem I picked them up and put them in my dresser, so they would be out of sight and out of mind. Well the only problem was, out of sight did not mean out of mind.

About mid day I was going crazy, I knew what the problem was, I wanted to wear the pantyhose again! Fighting it with all my will was not working, several times during the day I found myself opening the dresser drawer to make sure my pantyhose was still there, and almost as many times I found myself picking them up getting ready to put them back on. Finally at the brink of loosing control I grabbed my keys and went to the store to buy some more thigh high stockings. Almost running through the store to get to the pantyhose isle, I searched through all the packages of pantyhose and stockings until I found what I needed, then paid for it and went back home. Bursting through the door I dumped out the bag, and found I did not buy any stockings, in fact all I had bought was several pairs of active support pantyhose. Kicking myself for what I had done, I put them all back in the bag with the intention of taking them back. But by this time my will power is shot, I need something! Whether it is stockings or pantyhose, I have got to have it NOW! Back in my dresser before I could change my mind I grab the pantyhose and put it on as quickly as I can. Sitting down I wait as my body and mind slowly start to calm down. Finally able to think straight again I realize I didn’t even make it a day without putting the hose back on. A little freaked out, I put my other clothes back on over the hose and calmly return to the store to return all the packages of pantyhose I bought. Arriving at the store I look at the bag as I go to get out and I cannot bring myself to return them. Leaving the bag in the car I go in and buy several pairs of stockings, and knee highs. Finally satisfied I return to the car and drive home putting all my new goodies out of the table. As I stood there gazing down at all my pantyhose, knee highs, and stockings I realize just how far down the rabbit hole I have fallen. Problem was I didn’t know my way back..