This is partly a work of fiction but some bits are true. The rest I hope at least part of it comes true for real in the future. I have loved the sight and feel of women in hose since 6th grade. My teacher wore them everyday and it sparked the fetish I have now. Years later I am married with a pair of kids. I had to lay off porn and fetish things for a while, but kids are older now, more independent, teens. I have developed chat friends on the net. One day my best chat friend tells me about a convention for hose lovers. It is being held near where I live and the date works good. Kids are with my ex, their mother, and my current wife is off for the wknd with her friends. So, I drive the 3 hours to the convention city.

When I arrive i meet my net friend in the lobby of the hotel. We have a bite to eat and check in. We share a room to save cost. Our main fetish outside of pantyhose is mind control mixed with it. The convention promises to address and indulge this. We get in the room and take a look at the agenda for the convention taking place in a large convention center next door. It is connected to the motel by an indoor skywalk over the street. The agenda shows an intro meeting in a hour so we star to get dressed. When my friend pulls out his outfit for the event I am a bit stunned, he plans to wear pantyhose under his pants. I am no stranger to wearing, but have never done so in public, just messing around in an empty house. "Dude, are you really going to wear those out?" He looks at me, "Yeah, it's a convention for lovers of pantyhose, duh." We have a laugh before he throws a pair of suntan to me. "We are about the same size, try it, you'll love the feeling." I hesitate, but decide what the hell. We dress and head to the center. We are a bit late so we slide into a back row.

There are women in the crowd, but it is mostly men. Some are even in full cross dress mode with skirts along with their hose. that makes me feel better about just having them under pants. Just before closing the meeting, the speaker has a large screen lowered. "This is a video i made that will explain the premise of what I hope to accomplish this weekend." The video starts and it is just flashes of women and men in hose, some shots are then dancing, some walking, others are more erotic showing sexual acts. No shot last more than a few seconds and it is accompanied with dubstep techno music. The 3 minute video ends and we are dismissed for the night. My friend and i grab a bite at the hotel restaurant. When we get back to the room we both feel light headed despite not drinking. "Just a long day," I say. he agrees and we sit on our separate queen beds. We agree to split the bill on a pantyhose PPV movie. Once it starts I begin to feel very warm. I take off my shirt, so does he. This keeps me cool enough for a while but then I notice him slip out of his pants. His black hose is still on and despite not trying to look, It is hard to miss his engorged cock towering up under the hose.

Ah, How did i not notice before, they are special hose with a sleeve for growing. Since mine are borrowed from him i check to see if they have the sleeve, they do and are housing my own growing member. He begins to rub his nylon member, that with the movie gets me warmer, I remove my pants as well, my suntan hose now exposed. Our eyes meet for just a second, but then dart back to the TV. Without realizing I stoke myself, Somewhere along the way things get fuzzy and i get lost in the film. ten, i feel it, a hand on my nylon encased cock. I look, it is him, he has a glazed look in his eyes as if in a trance. My mind says remove his hand, this is too far, but, my body does not agree. Instead, my hand reaches out and grabs his nylon cock. I slide over and he crawls onto the bed, eyes on each other, hands down, stroking the others pantyhosed member.

Then, it happens, something in my mind goes funny, hazy and I shift and straddle him in the 69 position. there is a pause, one last moment for my resistance to this to take over. That moment comes and goes and we take eachother's hosed manhood into our mouths. My body shake with pleasure, as does his. Our muffled moans of pleasure echo in the room. Then, climax.

Hours later wake, a permanent haze over my eyes. Two women are in the room, they are giving orders to members of the staff to take away our bags. We are then raised from the bed and escorted into the hall. As I pass a mirror i see the same glazed look in my eye that i saw in his earlier. We are joined by many other patrons of the conference . Some women, but mostly men. We are taken to a room and conditioned to spread the master's message, his hypnotic nylon message. We are released, told to be normal until called upon, activated. One day i will get a call, a text, email, tweet, or instant chat. My programming will trigger and i will make more nylon sleeper slaves for master.