Lesbian Garter Hypnosis

by Archibael

Denise placed the personal ad because she was bored, mostly.

Three months of living on her own in Benton Harbor, Michigan had not been a terrific boon to her sanity. It was a crappy little town off the interstate with fast food chains and a couple of bars, but when you looked closer to find all the tremendous depth that always lurks in Smalltown, America (at least, so she'd always been told) you found... nothing. The people here weren't even all that different in an interesting sort of way. They were just like the people in every other place she had ever lived, except less social.

Denise couldn't wait until this internship was over and she could leave this hellhole. Until then, though, she was making a last-ditch effort to find a friend to do something-- anything!-- with.

The voice-personal number she'd found advertised in the local rag looked geared towards people seeking to hook up, but there was a caption which said "Meet New Friends", so it obviously wasn't completely romance-oriented. When she called, though, the "Romance" and "Friends" categories weren't explicitly split out. She wasn't interested in any of the men around here, even as friends, so she ended up perusing the ads in the Women Seeking Women category. To her dismay, most of the ads turned out to be lesbian or "bi-curious" women out to meet and have sex with other women, which wasn't what Denise wanted at all; she was comfortably heterosexual, thankyouverymuch.

There were, however, a few ads from women looking for friendship only, so she didn't feel too uncomfortable leaving a similar ad:

"Hi, this is Denise in Benton Harbor, and I'm not a lesbian or a bisexual or any of those things; I'm just looking for a friend to go out with and find something to do in this godforsaken town! Can someone please help me out here? Contact me at mailbox 3227. Bye!"

A week later she called the ad service back, realizing how negative her ad sounded and planning on changing it, and was pleasantly surprised to be informed she had a message in her box! She, of course, had to pony up her credit card number to listen to it, but it was a small price to pay for a potential cure for her ennui...

The respondent's name was Kathleen, and she sounded very nice; Kathleen left her phone number and asked Denise to call her any night after six. Excited at this prospect, Denise called her that same evening and, after exchanging some pleasantries, the women decided to meet that night at a local dive called The Harlequin Romans. Denise wasn't sure what the two were going to do together, but Kathleen told her not to worry-- she had a couple of ideas! Denise was to look for a woman with medium-length dark hair and a green dress.

Denise showered and hopped into a jean skirt and a nice blouse, adjusted her makeup a bit, and hopped in the car for the ten-minute drive to "Harlequin". The place was pretty deserted, she saw while parking her car, so she figured she and Kathleen wouldn't be staying there very long.

The hostess let her in the door, and she looked around the small, poorly-lit bar. Two other patrons were in the place-- one, an older guy wearing a golf hat, was watching the Chicago Bulls lose to the Detroit Pistons; the other, a greasy-looking fellow in a shirt with some auto-mechanic insignia on it, was in a corner booth with three glasses of some clear alcoholic beverage. Either Kathleen wasn't here yet, or she wasn't coming.

Denise sat down at a table in the middle of the establishment, and ordered an apple martini from the waitress; she stared off into nowhere, bored silly. A couple of minutes later, a woman in a green dress stepped out of the restroom, and Denise smiled thankfully when the woman spotted her and extended her hand, smiling.

"Denise?" she asked. Kathleen's dress was very smart, looking like she had ordered it from the back of a designer catalog. It was short, silken, jade-colored, and had a provocative slit slightly off center, revealing no small amount of leg when she walked. There was something odd about her hose, but Denise couldn't place it. "I'm Kathleen! It's nice to meet you!"

"Hi, Kathleen! Thanks for coming. I was worried about whether you'd abandoned me or something." She grinned.

The other woman grinned back. She had a charming smile, and alluring green eyes that matched her dress; her dark brown hair was cut in a businesslike style, and she definitely looked like she had too much culture for this town... Unfortunately, Denise didn't feel dressed quite up to the same snuff; she even felt a little dumpy by comparison. When she mentioned this, Kathleen reassured her that she enjoyed dressing up, wherever she went, and that anyplace they went tonight would not require anything more formal than what Denise was wearing, or even less. "But first," Kathleen insisted, "let's have a couple of drinks up at the bar!"

Denise agreed to this, although she kind of wanted to get wherever they were going that was not here, in all honesty. But Kathleen led the way to a corner of the bar out of view of the rest of the place and sat down on a stool, gesturing Denise towards another. Kathleen crossed her right leg over her left, her nylons making a swishing sound as she did so. Again, Denise thought there was something odd about her hosiery, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

Kathleen ordered their drinks-- another martini for Denise, and a gin-and-tonic for herself. She started asking questions about Denise's life, and what she was doing in Benton Harbor, but for some reason Denise couldn't concentrate very well. Her gaze kept being drawn to Kathleen's legs, and she tried not to stare as she attempted to figure out what was so odd. Kathleen's legs were nice, Denise thought, and the black hose complemented them well. Now and then, Kathleen would uncross her legs and then re-cross them, switching which leg was on top, and making that interesting swishing sound as they ran over each other. It was during one of these crossings that Denise finally discovered what was bothering her about Kathleen's legs: she wasn't wearing pantyhose at all, but those stay-up thingys that they had in the Victoria's Secret catalog. Actually, they looked to be the kind of hose that were held up by those strappy-things instead of by their own tight bands.

The mystery solved, Denise could concentrate on what Kathleen was saying and asking. What did Denise do for a living, did she have family around here, did she have a boyfriend? Denise answered as best she could, but she was still distracted for some reason every time Kathleen would

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revealing the darker black tops of the hose, and sometimes even one of those straps that held it up. Denise started feeling embarrassed as Kathleen pivoted her stool to face Denise directly. Had she noticed Denise staring at her legs instead of concentrating on the conversation, and was she trying to more rigorously engage Denise so she would pay better attention? Denise met her eyes directly, and answered that she was a student intern at a local radio station, that her family was in Indiana, and that she didn't currently have a boyfriend. Kathleen smiled broadly and

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showing off more dark nylon top; Denise almost thought she could see above the top of the nylon, where bare leg lurked. She looked away quickly, as Kathleen was starting to detail their plans for the night and Denise figured this nice chick was going to think she was a weirdo for staring at her legs the whole time.

Kathleen was quietly saying something about going to someplace called Deeper, which Denise had never

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heard of, but which must be a lounge or other club, as Kathleen insisted that Denise would be quite relaxed.

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There was more about going to Deeper, but Denise was having a hard time listening to what Kathleen was saying. She was now staring quite unabashedly at Kathleen's

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legs, as Kathleen talked about how nice and soothing it was at Deeper. Actually, that wasn't exactly what Kathleen had said, but Denise was too distracted by

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the black nylon hose and their straps and the delightful swishing sound they made when they passed over one another to bother with proper grammar. This Deeper place sounded like a great place, and Denise couldn't quite figure out why Kathleen was describing it over and over

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and telling Denise she should go there, but yet never actually suggesting that they leave where they were sitting. Denise was sure there was a good reason, but her thinking was getting kind of muzzy at this point; she must have had more to drink than she

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thought. Kathleen was crossing and uncrossing her legs once per minute now, and Denise's eyes were glued to them as they scissored

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then

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revealing the full dark portions of the hose, and a bit of bare thigh at the top more often than not. And Kathleen's discussion gave Denise an increasing desire to go Deeper. Or to Deeper. Or something. God, her head was fuzzy. Still staring at Kathleen's nylons

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she apologized to Kathleen, saying that she felt very drunk and that she probably wasn't very good company. Nonsense, insisted Kathleen, smiling broadly,

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Denise was just enjoying herself and should relax as she went Deeper. In fact, Kathleen was going to take her Deeper right now, and Denise should follow Kathleen to her car.

Denise was glad they were finally leaving the bar, and she trailed Kathleen out into the night, noticing for the first time that Kathleen's nylons had a stripe up the back of each one, leading up into the darkness of her skirt. She hadn't been able to see that while they were sitting down, since she had been facing Kathleen's front. Eyes glued to Kathleen's stride, Denise walked out of the bar and across the parking lot to a black sedan. Kathleen opened Denise's door for her, belted her in, then went around to the driver's side and entered the car herself. Denise smiled happily as Kathleen's dress hiked up a bit while she sat down and put the car in drive. The dress's slit was on the passenger side, and Denise could now see an expansive amount of Kathleen's long legs, with the dark part of the hose accenting the pale upper thigh it lay next to. The straps were dark green, she could now see, and not black as she had thought back in the yellow-lit bar.

"Where are you taking me?" Denise asked.

"Deeper. Just lie back, relax, close your eyes, and I'll do the rest."

That sounded like a great suggestion, and Denise's eyelids dropped shut as the other woman hit the accelerator. Her last view before she closed her eyes was of black-clad supple thigh as Kathleen's muscles worked the car's pedals.

The drive was pleasant, and Kathleen talked to her throughout. Denise couldn't quite follow what her new friend was saying, but she found herself responding when prompted to answer a question. She wasn't sure what she was saying, but she must not have sounded that stupid because Kathleen was satisfied with the answers and started talking even more. She was using words Denise had heard before and had never used herself, but that was okay because what she was describing was very important to her and Denise absorbed it all and filed it away for future use. An uncertain amount of time later the car stopped and Kathleen snapped her fingers in front of Denise's face, telling her she could wake up. Denise came fully awake at this and realized how rude she had been.

"I'm so sorry," Denise said. "I go on and on about how boring Benton Harbor is, and then I go and fall asleep on you the first time we ever do anything together! You must think I'm nuts!"

"Not at all. We're often a lot tireder than we think we are. Why don't you come inside my house and have a drink before we go?"

"Uh... sure." Denise was more than a little confused, as she had thought they were already going to their destination, not stopping off at Kathleen's house on the way. But she didn't want to offend her new friend, so she climbed out of the car and followed the other woman inside. Kathleen's legs sure looked nice as she walked, Denise thought, then dragged her gaze away and watched the other woman open her front door.

The house was in an elegant style Denise had not encountered in Benton Harbor, and she made some complimentary noises about the way it was decorated. Kathleen thanked her, and led her to a very comfortable sofa, gesturing that she should sit down.

Denise sat down, and found herself watching the other woman's legs as she walked across the room to a large chair opposite the sofa. Kathleen sat down and

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looked back at her with a grin. "Denise," she said, "Are you feeling okay?"

Denise almost didn't answer, as she was captivated by the dark band of material revealed at the top of Kathleen's hose as she

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"Um, I'm sorry!" she answered, embarrassed. "What was that?"

"Are you all right?"

"I... must have had more to drink than I thought. I'm usually not this easily--"

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"...um... distracted."

"It's my stockings, isn't it?" Denise hurried to shake her head, but Kathleen waved it off. "No, it's okay, you've been staring at my legs all evening. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, I assure you."

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"They have that effect on people because I want them to have that effect on people. Have you ever worn stockings?"

Denise shook her head "no".

"I suggest you try it sometime. They are one of life's finer luxuries. You wear pantyhose, I presume."

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"Yes," she replied quietly.

"Yes, well, pantyhose are nothing compared to the feel of fine silky stockings on your legs. It's quite exciting, almost erotic, in fact--"

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"... to feel them moving up and down your legs, strumming them, almost, while you walk. And they make the most pleasant swishing sound when you cross and uncross your legs. Have you noticed?"

Denise just nodded and stared at the other woman's long legs as she continued to talk about her hosiery.

"Plus, the welt-- that's the dark band near the top that you attach the garter-belt to-- teases so indecently when you wear a short skirt, or a skirt with a slit up the side. Or with both, as mine has." Kathleen grinned mischievously as she pulled at the slit in her skirt to demonstrate. The welt was fully visible, as was one pale thigh, punctuated by the attachment to a ribboned garter-belt (so that's what the strappy-things are called, Denise thought distantly). The garter strap went up and up and... Kathleen, disappointingly, dropped her skirt back down.

Denise sat and absorbed it all, enchanted by this woman's

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legs and hosiery. "What do you think about stockings, now, Denise? Tell me the truth, now."

Denise answered before she could stop herself. "Well," she said, "I always thought they were kind of slutty. I thought only hookers wore them."

Kathleen nodded. "Yes, women wear them when they feel in charge of their own sexuality. For a long time in this world, that was not to be found in a woman outside of a brothel or on a street corner. But these days--"

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"... surely you know that women are comfortable with being much more sexual without male permission. Or even participation."

That sounded right to Denise. She nodded and observed how Kathleen's stockings made her seem so powerful, so sensual.

"Would you like to feel my stockings, Denise?" Kathleen asked, breathing a little bit quickly. "You really ought to touch them to see how they feel to you."

Denise could think of nothing more she would rather do than caress the silky nylons, and she nodded dumbly as Kathleen

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and said, "Come do so, then."

Denise walked over to the chair where Kathleen was sitting and, tentatively, ran one finger over the other woman's knee. The material was very soft and almost slippery, and she thought it felt quite marvelous. She said so.

"Yes, dear, but you have to feel it with your whole hand. You don't get the same effect with your finger, I assure you." With that, Kathleen grabbed Denise's hand and placed its palm on her ankle. "Feel the stocking all the way up. It may even be easier if you kneel."

Denise thought this made sense, and after getting on her knees gently stroked Kathleen's pretty ankle and then moved her hand all the way up her calf, rounding the knee and culminating on the upper thigh-- the welt, in fact. Denise even got quite daring and slid her hand a bit up the other woman's skirt at the slit, and felt the end of the stocking meet warm thigh. All the while, Kathleen looked down at her, eyes glistening, a smile lighting her face. Denise lightly scratched at the top of the stocking with her long fingernails.

"Yes, Denise, that feels quite good, and makes that absolutely enticing sound we heard earlier. Be careful, though, as these are expensive hose and we wouldn't want to give them a run, now would we?" Denise shook her head emphatically. "Long fingernails are, of course, one of the utmost feelings to have at the tops of your stockings, or following your garter straps up to the belt..."

Kathleen sighed. "But the most intriguing thing about stockings is the way they smell. Very thin silk or nylon has the most interesting aroma. You'd like to find out what I'm talking about, wouldn't you?"

Denise was very interested in finding out what Kathleen was talking about. She nodded as Kathleen

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"Good." Kathleen hiked her skirt up quite a bit. From her vantage point on the floor, Denise could see the entire expanse of her legs, now, as well as the garter belt and some matching green silken panties. "Why don't you rest your head against my inner thigh and you'll find out what I'm referring to?" She parted her legs slightly, so Denise would have room to do so.

Denise was thrilled, and put her face next to Kathleen's stocking-clad thigh, inhaling. Her nose caught a pleasant mixture of smells-- a light, fabricky smell that must be the stockings, a floral scent that Denise recognized as Kathleen's perfume and... another aroma... slightly familiar but subtly different. Definitely exciting. "Mmmmm..." she sighed as she rubbed her face against Kathleen's thighs.

"Yes, Denise, I agree, it's the most wonderful thing in the world. It actually gets even better the higher up you place your nose. Even above the stocking tops, if that makes any sense. Nibble on the garter strap as you go up."

Denise couldn't do anything but obey, and wouldn't have wanted to stop even if she could have. The perfume/silk smells were strong, but the third, unidentifiable aroma grew more potent.

"Oh," sighed Kathleen as Denise's head slowly edged further up her skirt. "I forgot to tell you one of the nicest things about stockings."

"Hmmm...?" sighed Denise. It was barely even a question.

"You can actually go without panties, if you dare, and still keep your legs looking ultra-sexy. Would you like to see what that looks like?"

"Mm hmm..."

"Well, I can't reach them right now, but if you could take them off for me you could see how the style looks. Will you, please?"

"Mm hmm..."

Denise slid her hands around the sides of Kathleen's legs, up her skirt, and round to her buttocks. She slowly but firmly tugged the panties down around Kathleen's knees, revealing an elegantly maintained patch of pubic hair, and the nether lips nearby. Framed by the stockings and garter-belt, and encircled by the green dress, it was quite enticing, Denise had to admit.

Kathleen spread her legs lewdly, now, and grabbed Denise's chin, looking her straight in the eyes. "If you do what I ask you to do, I'll let you kiss your way up the seams of my stockings."

Seams, thought Denise dreamily, I had forgotten about those. What would she have to do to be allowed to kiss them?

She nodded, vigorously.

"All you must do," Kathleen explained, "is not stop kissing when you reach the top of the stockings. Do you understand, Denise?"

"Yes," Denise replied, with a gulp. She understood.

"Perfect, my darling. You may proceed whenever you are ready."

Denise wasn't going to waste this opportunity. She raised Kathleen's leg up slightly and revealed the seam on the back of her calf. It looked delectable. She placed her mouth on it and began alternately nibbling and kissing her way up it. Kathleen seemed to be doing something with her brassiere at the moment, but Denise could only follow the intriguing black line up the back of her leg, savoring the taste of sweat and silk. She reached the point at which the garter strap was clasped to the stocking, and nearby was a circular loop of fabric which was paler than the rest. She tongued it briefly, but remembered her promise as Kathleen leaned back in her chair, raising her legs into the air and resting them on Denise's back.

Now was the time to go further, and she licked her way under the rim of the stocking top, all the way around to the top garter strap. She kissed Kathleen's inner thigh, and nibbled her way up to where Kathleen wanted her. She felt the hem of the green dress hit the back of her neck as she inhaled the pungent aroma of Kathleen's womanhood, and began sucking the outer and inner lips of her pussy (where did that word come from? part of her thought) before moving her tongue like an experienced pro to Kathleen's clit (another word she never used). She had never done this before, but it was like the instructions were buried in her head, waiting to come forth when needed. The other woman began to gasp as Denise played her mouth up and down Kathleen's cunt (yes! "cunt" was the right word!) and Denise felt fingers in her hair as the thighs surrounding her head began to buck uncontrollably in the ecstasy of orgasm.

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Hours later, in Kathleen's bedroom, sprawled across the bed, her face still buried between the stocking-clad thighs, Denise wondered where this sudden enjoyment of women and women's bodies had come from. This felt so different, but so oddly right that she couldn't help plunging her tongue over and over again into Kathleen's pussy until her fr-- well maybe "friend" was the wrong word. Kathleen was obviously more than just a friend to Denise. "Mistress", the word arose from her subconscious. Now, that was appropriate. Her nipples felt exquisite on the satin sheets, Kathleen begged for orgasm once again, and whispered further commands to her as Denise slid her hand down between her own legs and fingered her cunt until she, too, came.

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Denise faced the other woman across a glass table in Atlanta. Her name was "Brittany", and she was already well on her way to compliance. Denise

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revealed her stocking tops just as her Mistress had taught her, and threw in a garter strap for good measure. Brittany was staring through the table right now, watching as Denise slid hosiery against hosiery and slowly growing more and more pliable as Denise softly told her to go deeper and deeper. Denise was getting incredibly horny, even at this early stage in the game, and she found herself agreeing with Mistress Kathleen. The lesbians and "bi-curious" are a sure thing, but nothing compared to the seduction of a girl who was straight.

Or one who thought she was, anyway. Until tonight.