"Lay down on the bed."
"Yes master," Kelly said as she obey the command." Staring at the woman he'd desired for so long clad in silky black nylon, John licked his lips and began to unfasten his belt. But halfway through, he stopped.
"No, I want this to feel as authentic as possible." John's gaze drifted to Kelly's closet and landed on a her black cocktail dress. "Kelly, get back up and put on that dress."
"Yes master," Kelly droned as she slipped into the dress, John noticed a pair of black heels.
"Those too."
"Yes master, I am nylon, I obey."
"Alright, this is almost perfect, just one more thing. Kelly, I want you to come over here next to me. We've just returned from a date and in your normal voice I'd like you to tell me how horny wearing the nylons all night has made you and that you'd like to do something about it."
Kelly smiled as her expression shifted from blank to full of life and energy. "Dinner was amazing honey, and being in these nylons all night has made me so wet."
"How wet?"
Kelly slips out of the heels and climbs onto bed. "Come find out."
Satisfied with the scene he's set, John returns to removing his belt. Slipping from his shoes, John stepped from his fallen pants and boxers. His cock at full mast, he walked to the foot of the bed before suddenly, something made him stop. "What's wrong baby, don't you want my nylon pussy?"
Not knowing why he was hesitating, John took a step back from Kelly's extended black leg. "What is holding me up?" John asked himself internally. Then, it hit him, many tests had been ran with the white and suntan nylons. While the results on those yielded lots of data regarding bonding to the women, no test had been ran on the effects on men who fucked the clad women. This gave John pause as while he was sure the alien nanites only bonded to females, he wanted to ensure he did not become part of his own experiment.
"Do you still want me baby?"
"Change of plan hun, I need you to call Tom."
