The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“What are you saying Kent?” I could barley keep my tears at bay. My boyfriend of over 2 years was throwing me away.

“I Don’t know how much more I can spell it out for you Lisa! I’m not in love with you anymore!”

“Please baby,” I pleaded, “Whatever issues we have can be worked out. Please don’t give up on us, on me.”

“I’m sorry,” he muttered as he opened my apartment door. “I will send for my things.”

With that the door closed behind him and I was alone. Left to my flooding tears and growing despair. To this day I still have no idea what happened. The break up came from nowhere. I the days that preceeded everything had seemed great. I was just about to burry my sorrow in a gallon of chocolate ice cream when my phone rang. It was my best friend Erika. I debated on weather to answer or not in my depressed state but decided to pick up.

“Hello.”

“Hi Lisa,“Erika replied, ‘you sound like you’ve been crying, what’s wrong?”

“Kent broke up with me,” I answered, “It came out of the blue.”

“I’m so sorry, is there anything I can do?”

“I’ll be fine,” was my reply, “thanks for asking. I have a gallon of ice cream with my name on it to help ease my pain.”

There was a brief pause, I could hear talking in the background but couldn’t make out the words. “I’ll be right over”

“Are you sure?” I asked, “It’s kind of late. Is Matthew good with you coming over?”

“He’s fine with it,” Erika answered, “it was his idea that I come over to help console you.”

“Okay, I’ll see you in a little bit.” After hanging up I took a quick shower and slipped into my robe. As if on cue, Erika arrived just as I was sitting down on the couch. My best friend gave me a big hug right away.

“You’re too good for that ass anyway,” she said during our embrace. “I have just the thing to take your mind off him.”

Erika them pulled a bottle of high dollar white wine from the night bag she had brought along. “Lisa, get this opened and a couple glasses while I slip into something more comfortable.”

I nodded, took the bottle, and headed for the kitchen. Meanwhile, Erika took her bag into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes passed before she re- emerged. She was wearing a violet pajama outfit made from silk. I then glanced at my friend’s feet under the pajama pants. She was wearing cotton socks.

“What’s with the socks?” I asked, “You cold or something?”

“Yeah,“she said with a laugh, “something like that. I see that you started without me.”

“Sorry,” I said with a grin, “I had a glass while waiting. That stuff is very good. Where did you get it?”

“I’m glad you like it,” Erika replied as she sat down next to me. Matthew and I got it from a club we have been frequenting lately.”

Just as I was poring my second glass I noticed that Erika’s hand was on my knee. It wasn’t like a incidental thing either. I know the difference. She was touching it in a way that sent a shiver through my body. I was going to say something, but decided to let it go. After all, we were best friends and she was here to support me. As the night progressed we talked, laughed, shared old stories. All the while the level of the wine bottle got lower before eventually it ran dry. I was the one to polish it off. “I don’t suppose you have more,” I said in a slur. I wasn’t drunk, well I was but not like I ha been before. I felt as if in a haze. My body was tingling all over, especially my legs.

“I don’t have anymore wine,” Erika said as she leaned in, but I do have something for you.” With that, my best friend planted her lips to mine. At first I wanted to pull back, but something inside wouldn’t let me. To be honest, the feel of Erika’s soft lips against mine felt wonderful. I embraced the moment and kissed her back. Soon after our tongues made their way into the action, dancing with one another in our mouthes and throats. The tingling feeling I had before grew and grew until I was filled with such lust that all i wanted to do was rip off Erika’s clothes and fuck her. I went to make a move to that effect but she stopped me.

“That’s not for tonight,” she seductively whispered. “However, I will do something for you.” Erika’s hand then gently slid beneath my robe and she slid two fingers into my wet pussy. The sensation sent me into overdrive. My pelvis rocked up and down as my cries of pleasure filled the room. “That’s it Lisa,” Erika said,” cum for me.” A few seconds later I obliged her and experienced the bet orgasm I’d ever had.

A short time later, recovered from the ordeal I had a few questions for my friend. “I’m not complaining, but what was that?”

“It’s what you needed,” was her reply. “Lisa, I have always found you attractive. The fact that I am married to Matthew doesn’t change that. In fact, he is totally fine it.”

“He knew you were going to make out with, and finger me tonight.”

“Of course not,” Erika answered, “I mean that he knows I have certain feelings for you that sometimes border on the erotic. He is alright with my exploration of those should it ever happen.”

“Did you come over just to seduce me and explore your lesbian desires?”

“That wasn’t my main intent. I came because your heart was broken and you needed a friend. I’m here to support you no matter what. I saw a window to kiss you, took it and as they say, the rest is history.”

I smiled, " it was great Erika, Thank you. I am lucky to have a friend like you.”

Erika was halfway to the kitchen with our dirty wine glasses and the empty bottle when she turned around. “Before I forget, Matthew and I are going to that club I told you about tomorrow night. Would you Ike to join us?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “I wold hate be be a third wheel.”

“Don’t worry about it, we want you to come.”

I nodded and fell asleep. After a bit of cleaning up, Erika went to bed as well.

The next morning I woke to the sound of Erika rustling around in my kitchen. “Good morning Lisa. I made you an omelet and coffee for breakfast. I’d love to stay and hang some more but I have to get going. Oh, remember the club tonight. Matthew and i will pick you up around eight.”

“Okay,” I replied, I will be ready.”

“One more thing,” Erika said as she was halfway out the door. “The club has a bit of dress code. You’ll have to wear pantyhose.”

“That’s kind of strange for a club,” I responded, “but I’ll throw on a pair of hose tonight.”

Erika gave me one last hug and left. After finishing the amazing meal she had prepared for me I got ready for work. It was a new day. Kent was gone but I was starting to believe i was better for it. I gathered my things and left for my job at the gym with a smile on my face. It was Friday, I had the best friend anyone could ask for and truth be told I was still turned on from the events of the previous night. I had never thought much about Erika in that re guard but now that is all I could think about. Her sexy curves were perfectly proportioned to her five-nine frame and her shoulder length golden hair caught the eye every time she entered a room. I was getting wet just thinking about her. “What the hell is happening to me?” I thought to myself. I’ve never had lesbian desire towards her or any other woman before; what was different now?

I pushed through the day, more or less phoning in my yoga and spin classes that I taught at the gym. As soon as the clock hit five I bolted out the door. I was half way home when I suddenly remembered the club’s pantyhose dress code. I took a quick right into the mall parking lot and went inside. I hadn’t worn hose in over two years. The last occasion had been my cousin’s wedding. At any rate, I needed a new pair. My go to was usually to get a cheap pair like Hanes or L’eggs. This time though, I decided to get an upper scale brand. Since I would probably be dancing in them. I settled on a pair of suntan colored Berkshire hose. I planned to pair them with a silky red dress I had at home. The dress went down to mid calf but had a slit on both sides so it would be perfect for dancing.

The hours that followed went by slow. I was so exited for the night ahead. I couldn’t wait to see Erika’s sexy legs adorned in silky smooth pantyhose. Wait, had i just thought that? I couldn’t belive half the thoughts that had suddenly invaded my mind in the last twenty four hours. In addition to my random erotic thoughts, there was a smoldering lust inside me that at times seemed like is was about to catch fire at any moment. The time finally came and I received a text that they had arrived. I grabbed my clutch bag ant went down. Matthew was driving with Erika in the back seat waiting for me. That surprised me a little since I had figured on the married couple sitting together in front.

“You look stunning,” Erika said as I sat next to her.

“Yes,” Matthew chimed in, “You look great.”

“Thanks guys,“I replied,” and thanks for letting me come along.”

“It is our pleasure,” Matthew said, “we wouldn’t feel right knowing you were all alone at home on a Friday night.”

As Matthew contained to jabber on and on about friendship and duty or some crap my eyes drifted over to his beautiful wife next to me. She was wearing a black, knee length cocktail dress. As sexy as that was, it wasn’t the main thing i was looking at. It was the incredibly sexy black hose she wore with the dress. The seductive fabric clung to her tone legs as if it had been painted on. In fact, I had seen Erika in nylons before. She had never looked like this in them.

“New brand of hose?” I asked tactfully.

“Something like that,” she replied with a smile.”

Moments later we arrived t the club. Midnight Junction was the name. It seemed like a fairly odd name to me but I didn’t dwell on the name long. I wanted to get drinks in me and dance. Preferably with Erika’s sexy nylon clad ass grinding against me. Whoa, there were those pesky thoughts again. I had been doing my best to shake them off but it was proving to be a loosing effort in the sexually charged atmosphere of the club.

Erika and Matthew got drinks and a table while I explored. Just then one of my favorite songs came on and in no time I was on the dance floor. My body gyrated to the beat and before long I found myself in a sea of bodies. Many of them other women. Their sexy, silky hose glimmered in the light of the room. Suddenly, I was pulled from away by Erika. She led me to a table in the corner of the club where Matthew was waiting.

“I see you didn’t waste any time,“Matthew said with a grin.” You can really shake that body of yours.”

“Umm, thanks,” I replied, “That seems a bit strange coming from my best friend’s husband, but I’ll take the compliment. So, what are we drinking?”

Erika slid a glass in front of me and began pouring fro a tall green bottle. I couldn’t make out the label. This is some wine a lot like what we had last night,” she informed me. “This stuff is actually stronger.”

Hours passed as we drank, danced , and conversed. As we polished off our third bottle of wine, The light dizziness I’d been experiencing all night turned into a full blown headache. Too add to my issues, I had grown increasingly horny. Every time I saw a woman adorned in sexy pantyhose a chill of pleasure ran through my body. The feel of my own nylon clad legs had made me quite wet.

“Hey,” Erika said as she put her hand on my shoulder, “You don’t look s great. Are you alright?”

“My head is killing me,” I responded.

“Say no more,” my friend replied, “there is a private room upstairs for special members. Matthew and I have access. I’ll take you up while he settles the tab at the bar.”

I nodded and she led me to the special room. Once in the door I noticed a king sized bed and large hot tub in the room. Then, things got really weird. Erika slipped off her shoes and climbed onto the bed. The sight of her lying there in her black hose sent my lust into overdrive. Without thinking, I slipped off my shoes and climbed on the bed with her. No words were spoken. Instead, may best friend in the entire world grabbed my head, and pressed her lips to mine. As our tongues wrapped around each other, my left hand slid under Erika’s dress. I reached out toward her hose covered pussy in an attempt to rip an access hole in the nylon. However, I was shocked to find that instead of ripping a hole, my finger gently glided into what can only be described as a pantyhose pussy. It was wet and felt very much normal, other than it being covered with nylon of course.

“Do you like it?” Erika seductively asked as she nibbled on my ear.

I didn’t know how to respond. On one hand I was taken back a little. On the other hand, it felt so good and caused the lust within me to grow even more. “I..I love it.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” she replied, “because you’re going to have one just like it.”

That statement broke me out of my lustful mood. I pulled away, “What the fuck do you mean I’m going to have one?”

“I don’t know what part you didn’t understand, " Erika shot back in a sarcastic tone. “Between last night and tonight I’ve been pumping you full of wine laced with a drug called Nylonica. It reacts to any woman who is wearing pantyhose. The drug allows for a full fusion of the nylon and flesh.”

“I wasn’t wearing pantyhose least night,” I reminded my friend.

Erika smiled, “This is true, however, the drug still has effect on women not in hose. Effects such as increased horniness as well as an increased attraction that borders on fetish for pantyhose.”

“Fine,” I yelled,” I’m going to stop this madness!”

I reached under my dress to pull off my hose. But, when I pulled on the waistband, it wouldn’t budge. In fact, I could actually feel the pantyhose tightening up.

“The change is going to happen Lisa,” Erika sneered. “Oh, one more thing, the drug also weakens your mind, allowing you to be controlled and enslaved by a master.”

“Wh...What master?” I stammered.

“Well actually,” my friend continued, “in this case masters. Now, please my pantyhose pussy.”

I wanted to say no, I wanted to run away as fast as my legs would take me. But, I found myself crawling back towards Erika; my head lowering into position, my tongue ready to obey her command. “Yes mistress, I will obey.”

With that, I buried my face and tongue into Erika’s silky,wet, pussy. A state of bliss and pleasure poured over me. Suddenly, I felt something enter my own nylon encased womanhood. It was the rock hard cock of Matthew. My body convulsed with desire as Erika’s husband thrust himself deeper and deeper into my new silky cunt. My aroused form was being pleasured on both fronts. Erika’s wet,warm juices in my mouth and Matthews steaming cum in my hosed pussy. They fucked as if possessed, never stopping or breaking stride between each climax. With each flick of my tongue inside my friend’s dripping mound and thrust of her husband’s manhood inside mine, my mind drifted away. The pantyhose was now part of me. I had become a mindless fuck toy for Erika and Matthew.

Six months have now passed since my silky transformation. I am only able to write this recalling events under order from Mistress Erika. She and Master Matthew have a grand plan. Unbeknownst to me at the time, the club was theirs. Matthew created Nylonica by accident during an experiment at work. With the help of his equally educated spouse, they perfected it and created a vast harem of slaves in the community. Some like me, mindless sexy toys for pleasure, others were converted and sent back to their lives to work as operatives. I don’t know what the master plan or end game is. How would I, I I’m just a mindless pantyhose sex toy.