Author's note:
Thank you for your patience waiting for this final chapter to be published on Lit. If you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment--hearing from readers means a lot. And if you'd like to see more of my work, please check my profile for other sites where my pantyhose/mind control writing and artwork can be found. All characters 18 years of age or older.
*****
Gina stood in her daughter's bedroom attended by two slaves.
Coffee-colored pantyhose were all Gina was wearing, both on her legs, and over her face as a mask. Weeks ago, Gina had been made into one the Silken. Forced to wear a special pair of pantyhose that sapped her will and altered her memories, Gina had become a slave, and eventually, an enslaver of others. The nylons she wore now were practically sacred to her. Which was fitting because what she was doing--the first step towards her daughter Laura's enslavement--was a holy act.
It was a Saturday night, and Laura was out at the movies with her friends. Or so she'd told her mother. It was so hard to believe what an 18-year-old told you. Especially since her father had died, and Gina had been left to raise her alone. Gina was tired of the fights, the slamming doors, the rolling eyes.
Tomorrow, everything would be different. It would be different because of what was in Gina's hands. Bundled in them were several pairs of pantyhose of varying colors: nude, suntan, jet black, off black, navy, coffee. They didn't appear different from any other sheer-to-waist pantyhose, except at the center seam was a thin gold thread.
That's what marked these hose as something special. They would rewrite the wearer's memories, making it seem as though they'd been a pantyhose fetishist their entire life. Once the victim's memories were rewritten, there was nothing more normal than fucking while wearing nylon all over their body.
Their mind-altering power entered through the skin. If one wore them on your legs, it might take hours for their venom to penetrate you completely, and make you one of the Silken. Much faster to pull a pair over the victim's head--closer to the mind, their power could force a victim's capitulation in moments.
These were same kind of pantyhose that had been used on Gina to make her a slave, and which Gina had in turn used on two others. The first had been a handsome, young associate at Gina's law firm named Mark. The other had been Mark's baby sister, Amy, who worked at the firm as a paralegal.
The siblings were in the bedroom with Gina now, and they were both wearing dark pantyhose on their legs and over their faces.
They were holding hands, brother and sister. Amy turned to look at him through the diaphanous material covering her face. She was so wet just looking at her brother, seeing how his dick always straining against the hose, desperate to be released into their mistress Gina's pussy, or his sister's.
Amy had only been enslaved for two weeks. How many times since then had her brother filled her pussy and mouth with his cum? Too many to count.
She turned from him to look at her enslaver, Gina, padding across the carpet, bending over as she opened the dresser's top drawer.
Looking at Gina's nylon-covered ass. Tasting Gina's pussy through the pantyhose slave mask that Amy always wore in the presence of other Silken was addictive. She couldn't wait to lick Gina's slit again.
But Amy was first and foremost a slave to Gina, and like a good slave, stood still until told to do otherwise, watching her mistress work.
From the drawer, Gina pulled out a dozen pairs of hose, and tossed them on the floor. In their place, she put the gold-threaded ones that were in her hand, and closed the drawer.
"She'll wear these tomorrow," Gina said as she turned to her slaves. "Going to church is one of the few traditions we've kept up with since Laura's father passed. And Laura always wears her Sunday best. That includes stockings." Even from across the room, her slaves could see through Gina's taut, nylon mask to the smile underneath.
"But, mistress," Mark began, "won't she notice the gold thread and know that these pantyhose are replacements?"
Gina shrugged. "I doubt it. Most women don't realize the innate power of pantyhose. I'm not merely talking about the special hose of the Silken, but just the kinds you can buy at a drugstore. So stupid, women not noticing how men look at their legs when they're all clad in nylon. To most women, and especially teenagers like Laura, pantyhose are just a nicer kind of socks. But she'll learn. Very soon. Just like the two of you did."
"Mistress, why even try to fool your daughter? We can force them onto her, just like you and my brother did to me." Amy shivered thinking about how her brother, wearing nothing but pantyhose, had grabbed her while she'd been working late one night. How once she'd been restrained, Gina had pulled a pair of gold-threaded hose over Amy's head. How the hose had re-weaved her memories, until she remembered how her own father had fucked her while they'd both worn hose.
Gina slinked over to them as they stood before her like soldiers at attention. With her left hand, she touched Amy's slick slit through the younger woman's nylons. With her right, she massaged Mark's hosed-up cock.
To Amy, she said, "You just love that, don't you, bitch? How your brother and I raped you, made you into a hose slut?"
"Yes," Amy said as Gina strummed the girl's clit.
"How I was the first woman that ever licked your pussy, made you cum, forever bound you to the Silken?" Gina asked, pressing her fingers firmer against the material, deeper into Amy.
"Yes."
"How you became a slave?"
"Yes."
"And started fucking your brother three or four times a day?"
"Oh
yes
."
"Because the pantyhose control you, don't they?" Gina asked.
"They control me."
"You're obedient because of the hose."
"I obey the hose, and you, mistress--always."
"And obedience to the hose is pleasure," Gina said, still masturbating Amy and her brother.
Amy was moaning now. "It's such pleasure obeying the hose!"
"Then obey me and cum, you pantyhose slut."
"
