Pantyhose Play A Teacher Pet

Summary:

A teen uses pantyhose hypnosis to seduce her teacher.

Note 1:

This was inspired by both some videos about pantyhose hypnosis and by a reader who writes some for film. I researched hypnosis so this is based vaguely on reality although taken to a whole other level.

Note 2:

All characters are eighteen years old or older.

Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven and Robert for editing.

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I've always loved pantyhose.

Always.

Perhaps it's my obsession with eighties movies, where they were commonplace (like the amazing scene with Elisabeth Shue at the beginning of Adventures in Babysitting (a great movie with the epic line 'No one fucks with the babysitter'... which you would never hear in a family movie in 2019), or maybe it was the plethora of Three's Company reruns, where the two girls often walked around in pantyhose, and often with their cute feet in full view), perhaps it was my mother, who was a pantyhose model during those same years (I've seen so many pantyhose pin-ups it's crazy) or perhaps it was something internal (I'm drawn to pantyhose and even more to pantyhose-clad feet, like a moth to a flame).

Either way, I wear them every day. I love the way they look on my legs; I love the way they feel on me; I love the way they showcase my feet; I treat them like an accessory... like others use earrings, shoes or glasses.

I'm also a genius. I mean Mensa smart. I could have skipped a grade or two, but my parents resisted, believing social interaction with my peers was as important as academics. They were both right and wrong.

Wrong in the sense that when you're way smarter than your peers, you're also a social pariah. I was made fun of and bullied because I was smart. Luckily, I've never cared what people thought... ever. Also, I quickly accepted that I was socially awkward, which made fitting in worse because I didn't even try. Truth was, I'd rather read or learn than play. I didn't realize it then as a child, but truthfully I was partly to blame for my alienation from my peers.

Getting glasses early also made me a target; 'four eyes' being their clever name to call me. In books they say if you ignore your bullies, they'll stop bullying. My experience didn't support that theory: they just got more aggressive. Of course by grade five I'd read a plethora of psychology books and concluded that my bullies were simply dealing with their own insecurities. Although I never told them as much, that made it easier for me to deal with my emotions regarding them. And something that helped me to cope even better was when I began secretly using my peers as research subjects for my many social experiments over the years. And what this research did was to jump start my passion for psychology.

It began when I wanted an edge in my sport of gymnastics. I researched sports psychology (I won't bore you with the techniques), and it helped me to reach the state finals during the past three years, and the national finals the past two.

I secretly psychoanalyzed everything and everyone.

In grade ten I became fascinated with the concept of hypnosis, and I spent every free hour I had learning more and more about it. So by my senior year, now eighteen years old, as I took college courses in psychology as well as attended high school. I was ready to really entwine my two favourite things... pantyhose and hypnosis... together, with an end goal of taking revenge on some of my peers, while also exploring my sexuality.

So here is the first of perhaps many stories on how I put pantyhose and hypnosis together to seduce or dominate many girls and women... but first, due to circumstances, I tried it in a far kinder way on my favourite teacher... Mrs. Walker (well, that was her name before her impending divorce).

In case you want to try and use hypnosis on your friends, siblings, boss or enemies, here are some tips.

1. Understand Your Intention

As a hypnotist, the very first question you must ask yourself is: what is your intention? It may be benign or malignant, but in either case it's important to clarify what it is.

During my senior year, which you will be reading about in future chapters if there's enough interest, I gradually uncovered in myself a new intention: revenge. Revenge on all the girls (and sometimes adult women) who treated me poorly. Not boys or men, however; no male had ever made enough of an impact on me one way or the other for me to care. But for certain females, not only did I crave revenge, but also sexual humiliation for them. But that will be explained later, as I discovered through my psychology and hypnosis training that my years of thinking being bullied and ostracized hadn't bothered me was untrue; and that opinion had in reality been a cover for some inner insecurities I soon needed to address.

Anyway, that's for later. For now, back to my little

Hypnosis for Halfwits

manual. (Someone else has already published a book called

Hypnosis for Dummies,

so I can't call mine that. But that's all right, mine is more of a pamphlet.)

Your intention is simply your goal. Helping someone to quit smoking, for example. In essence, whatever you're attempting to achieve is your intention. And that intention needs to be understood clearly, it needs to be your main focus. Each subject (for lack of a better term, although victim may be more appropriate for this story) will require different prompts and have different needs.

With this in mind, the most important tool for putting someone under hypnosis, especially if you wish to do it on the sly without them even knowing, is to develop a quality connection. You need to build a rapport and empathy with them... even if your end game is rather nefarious (like having them fuck themselves on your nylon-clad feet while you take photos).

For me, this meant a lot of faking it. By nature I'm not a compassionate person, as I am too pragmatic. Yet I could win Oscars for my performances while working with my prey. I appear to be overflowing with compassion and concern (which is truly because of my ulterior motive of wanting them sucking on my nylon toes).

As the connection grows, as you develop in them a calm state of relaxation and trust, you can pull your subject (or in my case my prey) into the state you want them to be in.

2. Prepare Yourself

It helps if I too am in the right state of mind before I begin.

For me, that could be reliving past injustices done by my prey to me or to others (I was in some ways an Avenger... seeking justice for those who couldn't do it themselves, kind of a kinky superhero, if you like), or it could be getting myself nice and wet through watching some hypnosis porn (there are some great ones out there), or it could be imagining my prey on her knees, begging to eat my cunt (I love that word).

3. Become Who You Need to Be

In essence, hypnosis is similar to a teacher-student relationship. My role is to guide my subject, my prey, where I want her to go (which is often between my legs lapping away).

This means, like any good teacher, my maintaining high expectations. In essence, believing that wherever I lead them, they will follow.

If you're a good teacher, they won't be able to resist, or even to realize what's happening to them until it's too late.

If I can make them feel safe, let them believe I'm there for them and get them to mindlessly follow my lead, I can have them begging to take my strap-on in their ass in no time at all.

Sometimes it's about being sensitive, sometimes it's about being firm, and sometimes it's about being dominant... often it entails all three in smooth transitions.

4. Build a connection

I've mentioned this earlier, but let's now explore it a bit more deeply. The connection I'm describing isn't just a casual conversation at school that's as meaningless as the situation itself. This one is about getting inside someone's subconscious mind and manipulating it for my own sexual pleasure.

Imagine your best friend. You two communicate on an unconscious level often, as a sufficient level of trust has been created to allow your friend to share her feelings and insecurities with you without reservation. Although this at times may seem challenging, and it can be, it's all about convincing the other person you understand them without judgement.

First: Make meaningful eye contact. This critical first step builds trust without your prey even noticing. It convinces them you're listening carefully, and this subconsciously allows them to relax.

Second: Demonstrate interest. Ask questions that probe deeply.

Third: Sympathize. No matter what they say and no matter how you really feel about it, find ways to side with them and to encourage them. Don't judge them. But do manipulate them.

Fourth (and this could easily be first): Always speak in a soothing voice. This will draw them into relaxation whether they realize it or not.

5. Draw them in more Deeply

There are dozens of power words and phrases that will keep your prey talking, pulling them in more and more deeply. For instance:

And... a simple word that directs them to continue or to explain their thoughts in more depth, while manipulating them into thinking you want to hear more because you care about them and want the best for them.

Which means... this phrase encourages them to dig more deeply into where they were going in their conversation.

Because... which has them again digging deeper into their subconscious.

Imagine... a powerful word when followed by a description of something, as you direct them to create the visual image you wish them eventually to make real, or perhaps just the next step along the way.

Of course, suggesting they close their eyes and relax because it will feel good, is a great way of advancing your prey towards a hypnotic state and preparing them for their final submission.

6. Trance time

This could happen at any moment during the session. Watch for key signs such as:

-a calming state

-a change in their breathing

-a softening of the eyes as if fading into slumber

-a lack of voluntary movements

-eyes struggling to stay open

-becoming agreeable to your suggestions.

Once they close their eyes, once they relax, they're ready for a mental conditioning loop to reinforce the trance process.

Then... they are mine...of course it usually takes more patience and repetition than I've described, but once they close their eyes, they're inevitably going to become my submissive pet. The only real questions remaining are:

What should I make them do? First off, I always make them worship my nylon feet, and I often worship theirs.

But do I then make them eat my cunt?

Do I make them lick my asshole?

Do I fuck their pussies with my strap-on?

Do I ream their tight little assholes?

Do I eat their pussies?

Do I use a double ended dildo for us to do each other?

Do I humiliate them in public?

Do I leave a trigger word to put them back in that state? (Which of course I customarily do).

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So that was probably more info than you really needed on the how... but I thought it was a necessary procedure to explain before beginning to share with you my many conquests.

I'd explored these techniques with volunteers at college during the summer before my senior year at high school, although with no nefarious intentions to manipulate my subjects to my advantage, just honing my technique. But by the end of summer, I was confident I could hypnotize almost anyone, given the opportunity.

That said, as school began, I wasn't sure I'd actually use my newfound skills. Having a fantasy of making a cheerleader into my submissive cunt-munching pet is one thing, doing it is another.

Of course, I did end up using my skills.

On the second day of the new semester... and not as planned.

I learned my favourite teacher, the beautiful Mrs. Walker, although she was no longer calling herself Mrs. Walker, having returned to her maiden name of Jones was going through a divorce.

I was surprised I hadn't noticed anything back in the spring, I'm usually pretty perceptive of such things with people I care about. So although I still planned to use my new abilities to get revenge on, or just to dominate some of my peers, and perhaps a few adults who'd wronged me, I suddenly thought of the idea of first helping my favourite teacher out of her blues.

It would also be good practice before I went after someone more aggressively, like any of the bitch cheerleaders, the student council president, any of the other rich bitches, just to name a few.

So at the end of day two, I went to Ms. Jones' classroom and asked if I could have a chat with her. Of course, being the sweet woman and dedicated teacher she was, she agreed, even though she seemed to be getting ready to leave for the day, as she'd just slipped out of her heels and was now in her stocking-clad feet... she, like me, wore nylons every school day. It made me wonder if she wore them seven days a week, also like I did.

She asked, as I closed and slyly locked her classroom door, "What can I do for you, Courtney?"

I complimented her, beginning slyly to build some trust, as I openly admired her red painted toenails looking so inviting in the sheer tan hosiery, "I love that you always wear pantyhose with your outfits."

She said, as her thoughts seemed to go somewhere else, "I almost didn't wear them today."

"That would have been a shame," I said, already having her trust, as she'd been my advisor since freshman year, "they really are a part of who you are."

She sighed and said, already willing to be vulnerable with me without realizing it (this wasn't hypnosis working, this was three years of our knowing each other), as if she were talking more to herself than to me, "I don't even know who that is anymore."

"You can't make me the last lone wolf," I said playfully, as I slipped out of my three-inch heels to let my nylon-clad toes in mocha coloured hosiery (my favourite, as it really makes my legs and feet shine) breathe, and to start my seduction by using our common love for pantyhose to draw her under.

"Well, I mustn't do

that

to you," she chuckled softly, as she glanced down at my feet. Although she'd been married throughout my high school career until now, I often wondered if she was maybe bi, or at least bi-curious, although I could never explain why I thought that.

I had noticed, in addition to her always wearing nylons, even on casual Fridays with jeans, she seemed also to admire my own nylons on occasion. She'd never taught me, she was just my home room teacher for all four years, but we'd spent much time together as she assisted me with advanced placement, and it was she who'd assisted me in getting registered for college psychology classes.

I agreed with a warm smile, looking into her strikingly blue eyes, "No, you certainly mustn't."

"Is there anything I can do for you?" she asked, as she sat down on a couch and crossed her legs.

"Actually, I think it's time for me to help you," I said, as I seated myself on the couch beside her. "You seem very stressed."

"First week of the school year," she shrugged, avoiding the real issue.

"I'm sorry to hear about your marriage ending," I said, veering right back to the real issue, beginning to shift to my soothing hypnosis tone.

"It was a long time in coming," she answered, and there was a sadness not only in her tone, but her eyes.

"That still doesn't make it easy," I comforted.

"It's worse for the kids," she said.

Her eldest daughter was in my class, a sweetheart of a girl, although sometimes she was picked on by students who didn't like Mrs. Walker, I mean Ms. Jones. That said, if you didn't like Ms. Jones, you were likely a bad student, and by that I don't mean a poor student, she worked hard to make everyone successful. She did that by setting clear expectations for her students, and expecting them to live up to them (at least that was how I saw her, even though I had only been her actual student for two days, yesterday and today). Some students resented her efforts to get them to apply themselves, and those were the ones I'm calling bad. "I imagine it must be," I nodded, as I glanced down to look at her cute nylon-clad feet. I stretched my legs out to see if she'd look at mine, and she did.

I then asked, "Are your feet sore? I imagine after two months of no heels they must be killing you."

She laughed, "That

is

one thing I'll miss. He loved giving me foot massages."

"Would you like one now?" I offered, taking a risk.

"I'd love one," she said, but added, "but it would be inappropriate."

"It's just a foot massage," I pointed out before adding, again in my soothing voice, "a little comfort is the least I can offer you after all you've done for me."

"You sure?" she asked, her thoughts again drifting somewhere else.

"Of course," I said, before using one of the key words in a phrase as I tried to relax her, "Just imagine you're at home relaxing after a hard day's work."

"Okay," she said, her trust for me already so well established she was already unknowingly falling under my spell. My research showed that although anyone could be drawn under given the right circumstances, women in positions of power were often the easiest: doctors, lawyers, businesswomen and teachers. This may seem unlikely, but women in these professions were often, even almost exclusively, submissive. That too may seem unlikely, but based on the human psyche and the body and mind's need for balance, for yin and yang, that after being in charge of other people all day, they often just wanted to let go... to have others make decisions for them. Teachers were often the most submissive when off duty, as after being in charge of students all day, they were mentally and emotionally spent.

I offered, still wanting her to make the conscious, or subconscious, decision to obey me, "Just spin your legs into my lap."

"Okay," she agreed again, as she spun on her rear end and placed her feet on my lap.

"These are silky sheer," I said, impressed by how soft they were, as I put my hands on her left foot.

"I order them directly from the manufacturer," she explained.

"I need to get some of these," I said. I bought quality nylons, but these were a whole new level of silkiness.

"They're quite expensive," she said. "They are Elegance Stockings."

"Elegance?" I asked, a brand I'd never heard of, and I owned a variety of quality pantyhose. "Are they European?"

"No, most quality nylons are, but this brand surprisingly, is made by an American company. An entrepreneur named Carolyn Adams runs Elegance Stockings from the Boston area," she said.

"How much are they?" I asked, curious what she considered quite expensive, although I owned a pair of Pretty Pollys and thought they were top quality in Europe, I was intrigued by this company I hadn't heard of, and by just how sheer they were. The worst part of living in North America was that hosiery fashion was sadly nowhere near as popular... very few celebs wore them... almost no one my age... and every year fewer adults made the effort.

"Anywhere between thirty-five and eighty-five bucks a pair with shipping," she answered.

"Oh my," I said, as I massaged the sole of her foot and smiled at knowing she spent so much on her pantyhose... she was most certainly my kindred spirit.

"Although those are for their hold-ups, or garter belt and stockings or..." she listed, but then paused in mid-flow.

"Or what?" I asked, curious.

"Um, it's rather personal," she said, her cheeks slightly red.

"I love pantyhose," I explained, "so I'm always curious about other options."