Amanda drove to her office in a daze. Her black hosed calves and thighs brushing against one another absentmindedly, her sex blooming with arousal as she pushed through the front door into the research facility. She noticed right away that the receptionist, Lisa, was wearing black pantyhose like herself. Her long legs were crossed underneath the reception desk, her smile vacant as she greeted Amanda. When she walked to her office, she saw that Dr. Richards has called a meeting that afternoon. Unable to focus, and her thoughts clouded by strange arousal, Amanda walked unsteadily toward the restroom. As soon as she was inside, she went to the nearest stall and locked the door, her fingers lightly brushing her engorged clit through the pantyhose crotch panel. As her fingers flick over her nylon covered clit, her eyes rolled up to the whites as she gasped, "I must wear pantyhose. I belong to pantyhose. I must obey my pantyhose."
Amanda jolted awake in the restroom stall, her crotch was drenched with her arousal. She heard whispers at the next stall. Another voice whispering, "Don't fight it. It's useless to resist. You're wearing our pantyhose now. Let it take over your mind. Obey its command and enjoy its pleasure."
Amanda stood quietly upon the toilet seat and peeked over the divider. She saw, to her horror and fear, that it was the receptionist, Lisa whispering into the ear of a sales executive, Cassie, who is known to abhor skirts and nylons. Lisa was slowly pulling on a pair of opaque black pantyhose upon Cassie's long legs. The receptionist carefully pulled the control top panty around Cassie's hips and adjusted the the waist band around her flat stomach. Cassie moaned a weak, "...nooo..." as Lisa placed a pair of headphones with a visor upon her head. She then placed a small egg shaped vibrator inside Cassie's pantyhose and whispered, "Your will is strong. And you detest wearing nylons. But we will overcome your resistance. Dr. Richards need you. This program will teach you to love the caress of pantyhose upon your legs. Then you will obey our directives. I will be back in half an hour, to check on your progress luv."
Amanda waited until the restroom door closed and the sound of Lisa's heels fading down the hall before forcing the neighboring stall open. She sees Cassie sitting with her black hosed thighs squeezed together, the buzzing of the egg around her clit throbbing obscenely. The blonde executive's lips were opened in a silent O and her eyes were wide and unblinking beneath the clear visor. Amanda can see images reflected upon the visor, images that must be overwhelming Cassie's vision: hypnotic spirals and flashing lights, images of long black pantyhosed legs, drenched crotch panels, and countless women cumming in their pantyhose. In spite of herself, Amanda lifted the headphones away from one of Cassie's ears and heard Dr. Richards voice intoning; "You love to wear black pantyhose. You love the way it makes your legs conform to perfection. You want to conform to perfection. Conforming is the key to happiness. You want to be happy. You want to conform. Wearing black pantyhose will make you conform. Girls who conform are rewarded. You will conform and enjoy the pleasure of obedience. Rub your hosed legs together now and obey. You cannot resist. You love the caress of pantyhose upon your legs."
Amanda found herself rubbing her own thighs and calves together as her gaze was captured by the images flickering upon Cassie's visors. Both women's eyes were wide and glassy. Amanda's clit was now throbbing in tune to the buzzing of the egg.
