Coming back home
Janice smiled at the two lovely young women sitting with her in her living room discussing how they would aide her in returning her ex husband back into her life. The two had been divorced a little over a year and Janice decided she missed William and wanted him back, albeit with some modifications to their relationship and she was now in a position to make it happen.
Janice in her early forties was attractive, fit, curvy and confident with all the sex appeal that came along with it. Wavy brown hair and gentle hazel eyes that had once make her a leading debutant still shone through and did little to hide her cunning wit and intelligence. She was wealthy long before William came into her life and together they were living amongst the one presenter’s in the county. Janice looked at the two women seated across from her, Janet with her long straight hair and Brenda with her curls, they were each once upon a time bad girls who were rescued from a life of crime and trained into a higher level law breaking…and they were very talented.
Janice had the means to help “adjust” William, she realized to late that she still loved him, but she wanted to wear the pants in the relationship and she now knew just how to make that happen. Her s had given her what she needed to help brainwash her husband, and all she needed to do was to deliver him well prepared, this was where the two lovelies sitting with her came in. William the poor thing had made the mistake of flying private instead of commercial and Janice jumped on the opportunity bribing the right people to get a flight crew who were willing to look the other way and two “flight attendants” who were well versed in capturing men.
“So you both understand what I’m asking the two of you to do and understand the need to be discrete in this endeavor? As you can see you will be well compensated for your time.”
The two young women smiled and each nodded, Janet speaking up, “yes this is something we are actually looking forward to taking on…and we assure you Willam will be well cared for and will arrive in just the right mindset for your program.”
“That’s perfect, you’ll find everything you need in those bags by the front door. Your retainer has already been paid and the balance will be transferred on delivery. Thank you so much ladies, you have no idea what this means to me.”
The women shook hands and said their goodbyes, and left to prepare for their flight the next day. Before to long, William would be right back where he belonged, in the arms of a woman who loved him, in her own special way.
William is on cloud nine, his meetings were a complete success and he was looking forward to the deals being finalized, yet another company would soon his empire and help to continue to grow his wealth. As he boarded the Phenom 300 private jet he smiled at the two lovely young women who were on board, the first Janet explaining that her colleague Brenda was there to train and wishing him a pleasant flight. He settled in and prepared to relax and celebrate.
The dim cabin lights cast a soft, golden glow over the plush leather seats of the Phenom, the engines humming low and steady like a distant lullaby at the late hour. The windows showed only darkness outside now, the world far below forgotten. As Willam relaxed back in his wide, reclining seat, suspicion flickering in his eyes after refusing yet another of their “special” drinks…they had been trying to get something into him nearly the whole fight, but he’d brought his own drinks with him as he was now working to keep himself in shape since he was once again in the dating pool.
Janet spoke, “Brenda, he’s not making it easy to get Janice’s drug into him, so we’ll have to do things the old fashioned way…and they were already moving... Janet with her silky straight hair cascading over one shoulder, the navy uniform hugging her curves just right, scarf knotted neatly at her throat walked over gracefully first, manicured fingers gently but firmly pressing against Willams chest as he attempted to stand up guiding him gently back down. Her touch was warm, and reassuring.
“Shhh… easy there, William,” She murmured, her voice smooth as velvet, lips curving into a knowing little smile. “No need to get up. You’re safe with us.”
Brenda her thick waves bouncing softly as she leaned in, lips glossy and parted in a warm, inviting smile slid closer William on the other side her smooth, lotion shiny legs brushed deliberately against his as she settled in, one hand resting lightly on his thigh. “Mmm, you’ve been such a good enger… working so hard. Let us take care of you now,” she cooed, her tone sweet and affectionate, laced with an irresistible playful lilt.
Janet leaned in first, letting the soft scent of her skin, warm floral and something faintly sweet and hypnotic wash over him as her fingers trailed slowly down his arm.
“That’s it… just relax back into the seat for us and feel how heavy your body is getting, all that tension melting away…” her voice dropped lower, softer, rhythmic... “breathe in… and out… nice and slow. Our pretty legs are right here for you… so smooth, so shiny… you can’t help but stare, can you?”
Brenda mirrored Janet perfectly, crossing one long, glistening leg over the other so her calf rested teasingly close to William’s hand. Her toes, painted a soft nude pink, flexed slowly inside her sheer nude stockings, the subtle sheen catching the low light.
“Look at our legs, sweetie… so warm and inviting. Let your eyes follow them up… down… up… down… every stroke they make will only pull you deeper. You feel that gentle pull, don’t you? That warm, sleepy fog starting to settle in your mind…”
Both women shifted even closer, their bodies pressing lightly against William from either side, their soft breasts brushing his arms, and their scarves tickling his neck. Janet’s hand slid down to gently cup his knee while she ran her fingers slowly along his thigh, her touch feather light and soothing.
“Such a strong man… but you don’t need to be strong right now,” she whispered right next to his ear, her breath warm and sweet. “You can let go… allow our voices to wrap around your thoughts like silk. Every word making your eyelids heavier… heavier… so nice and sleepy for us. Good boys get to sink deep and enjoy our special attention…”
Brenda giggled softly, the sound bubbly and affectionate, her curly hair brushing William’s shoulder. “That’s right… just stare at our legs… feel them rubbing so gently against you William. The more you look, the sleepier you become. Happy, willing, drifting… for us, always for us. We’ve been waiting for this moment with you.”
William shook his head speaking up, “Ladies, this is very nice and I really appreciate the attention, but this isn’t right…let’s stop right now…”
Gentle laughter sounded as their hands moved in slow, synchronized strokes, calming, possessive, and caring as they continued the sensual hypnotic induction, their legs teasing and displaying themselves beautifully just for his heavy, falling gaze.
The dim cabin lights seemed to soften even further somehow as William tried to rise again, his body shifting forward in the wide leather seat in an effort to somehow get away from them…to get forward and ask the flight crew for help.
But they didn’t let him...
Janet’s long, silky straight hair fell forward like a dark curtain as she leaned in closer from William’s right, her French tipped manicured hand pressing with gentle but undeniable firmness against William’s chest while her other hand slid down to rest warmly on his thigh.
“Oh sweetie… no, no, no,” she purred softly, voice low and velvety, lips brushing close to his ear. “You don’t need to get up. You’re exactly where you belong… right here between us.”
Brenda came in on his left moving with graceful confidence, her thick waves bouncing as she shifted even closer. One of her smooth, shiny legs hooked lightly over William’s, her calf pressing warmly against him while her stockinged toes trailed teasingly along his shin.
“Mmm, poor thing… you’re so suspicious,” she cooed affectionately, her glossy lips curving into a sweet, understanding smile. “But we only want to help you relax. You’ve been so tense from your busy day… fighting so hard to resist us, just let us take care of everything.”
The women exchanged another quick, knowing glance before turning their full, warm attention back to William, Janet’s fingers tracing slow, soothing circles on his chest while she gently guided him back down into the deep, enveloping seat.
“Shhh… feel how heavy your legs are getting already? So tired from trying to stand sweetie, they just want to sink… deeper… into the leather. That’s it… nice and slow.” Her voice dropping into a rhythmic, hypnotic cadence. “Breathe in our scent… warm, sweet, and so comforting. Breathe out all that silly resistance in your little head...”
Again Brenda mirrored Janet perfectly, her hand sliding higher up William’s thigh as her glossy, nyloned leg rubbed slowly up and down against his, it was smooth, warm, and impossibly distracting. Her pretty toes flexed and pointed, the sheer fabric shimmering in the low light.
“Look at our legs, handsome… so shiny and soft. Let your eyes follow them… up… and down… up… and down. Every stroke makes your thoughts slower… fuzzier… sleepier. You can’t look away, can you? It feels too good.”
Feeling William begin to relax, both women pressed in tighter from the side, their soft breasts brushing his arms, their scarves lightly tickling his neck, as their combined warmth and perfume wrapped around him like a cozy, inescapable blanket.
“You’re safe with us,” Janet whispered lovingly against the side of his face, her lips grazing his earlobe. “Such a good, strong man… but right now you don’t have to be strong. You can let go… let our pretty legs and soft voices melt all that worry away. Your eyelids are getting so heavy… so very heavy… blinking slower now… wanting to close and surrender. Happy, warm, sleepy submission feels so much better than fighting, doesn’t it William?”
Once again the two giggled softly, the sound sweet and affectionate, as Brenda gently took one of his hands and rested it on her warm, silky thigh.
“Feel how smooth we are? How perfect? The more you touch, the deeper you sink for us. Just drift baby… nice and sleepy… all cozy and willing between your two favorite flight attendants.”
Their hands continued their slow, possessive caresses, stroking his chest, his thighs, and his arms all while their legs keep up their mesmerizing, teasing rhythm right in his line of sight.
“How does it feel now, baby…?” they both murmured together, their eyes sparkling with caring mischief. “ Tell us darling, are you still trying to get up… or are you starting to feel so wonderfully sleepy for us?”
William was floating and looking at the two women, his body in fact very heavy and he looked up asking “hey, what’s that?” Both of them smiled, warm, knowing, affectionate smiles that reached their eyes, yet were full of mischief.
“Ohhh… you noticed,”Janet purred softly, leaning in so close that her silky hair brushed his cheek and the sweet, warm floral amber scent of her skin filled his lungs. Janet’s manicured hand gently cupped William’s chin, turning his gaze downward. “That’s right, baby… look.”
Brenda slowly lifted one of her long, glistening legs and rested her foot right in his lap, her sheer nude stockinged sole pointed toward him, toes flexing lazily and beautifully. The subtle sheen on her skin caught the low golden light as she gently pressed the warm, silky arch against his thigh.
“Mmm, you mean these, don’t you?” she cooed sweetly, her voice like warm honey. “Our pretty, soft feet… so warm from being in these tight little heels all flight. Look how shiny and smooth they are… how perfectly they fit right here against you.”
Janet mirrored her immediately, slipping off one of her own heels with a quiet click and sliding her equally silky, lotion kissed foot alongside Brenda’s, both pairs now resting warmly in William’s lap, toes wiggling slowly and teasingly against his legs. The combined warmth, the faint sweet scent of their lotions mixed with the soft leather of the cabin, drifting up to William’s nose.
William slurred, “stop that, you can’t make me sleep…no matter whhhhaaattttt…”
Their toes found strategic spots in his lap, “That’s it… just stare at them,” Janet whispered right beside his ear, her breath warm and rhythmic. “You think we can’t make you sleep? Oh sweetie… we don’t make you do anything. We just help you want to. Feel how heavy your eyes are getting already just from looking at our pretty feet… up and down… wiggling so slowly… so soothing…”
Their toes continued their gentle, hypnotic dance, curling, pointing, brushing lightly against him in perfect sync while their hands stroked his chest and arms with slow, caring caresses.
“Every little wiggle pulls you deeper,” Brenda murmured lovingly, her curly waves tickling his shoulder as she nuzzled closer. “Deeper into that warm, fuzzy, sleepy fog. Allow your arms and legs to feel so heavy now… nice and relaxed. You don’t want to get up anymore, do you? You just want to sink… sink… sink for our pretty legs and soft feet.”
They both leaned in tighter still, full breasts pressing softly against his arms, and their scarves lightly brushing his neck as their voices weaved together in that same gentle, irresistible rhythm.
“Shhh… good boy. Just keep watching our toes… breathe in… breathe out… letting everything else fade away. So sleepy… so happy… so willing to let us take care of you completely.”
William found their feet keeping up their slow, mesmerizing movements, warm, silky, impossibly distracting all while they watched his eyelids flutter with open affection.
“How do our feet feel, handsome…? Getting harder to think… isn’t it?” They whispered together, smiling and watching his eyes struggle to remain open.
They each saw William is trying so hard to resist their seduction and they had quite enough of William’s cute little resistance.
“Oh, sweetie… you’re still trying?” Janet said, her voice dropping from soft velvet into a smoother, more commanding tone. She slid a silky foot firmly higher up his thigh, pressing the warm, sheer stockinged sole directly against the growing bulge in his pants while her toes curled possessively around the outline. “No more games.”
Brenda moved along with Janet in perfect sync. Janet sat in front of William now, planting both of her glistening, soft feet squarely in his lap now, her heels digging lightly into his thighs, toes spreading and gripping with deliberate, teasing pressure.
“Mmm… we’re done coaxing, handsome,” Brenda purred, her tone sweet but unmistakably dominant as she leaned in close, her full breasts pressing firmly against his arm. “You’re going to sleep for us. Right now.”
They both leaned in tighter, pinning him back into the deep leather seat with their bodies. Brenda’s hand gripped his chin firmly, tilting his face down before sitting next to Janet ensuring that his eyes had nowhere to look other than their four beautiful, shiny feet working in his lap, slowly rubbing, stroking, their toes flexing and wiggling with hypnotic rhythm right over his now rock hard cock.
“Look at them,” Janet command softly but directly, her breath hot against his ear. “Stare at our pretty, perfect feet. Feel how warm and silky they are… how they own your attention now. Every slow stroke makes your mind melt. Your eyelids are getting heavier… heavier… dropping whether you want them to or not.”
Janet reached down and took both of his wrists, guiding his hands firmly onto their calves and feet. “Touch them, feel them… that’s it… good boy. The more you feel our soft nylons and warm skin, the sleepier you become. Deep, heavy, obedient sleep. Your resistance is fading William… slipping away with every rub… with every wiggle of our toes.”
Janet’s and Brenda’s feet move more insistently now, stroking William through his pants in long, slow, perfectly coordinated motions. Toes curling, arches pressing, soles gliding firmly up and down while their hands roamed over his chest and thighs, holding him in place.
“You can’t fight us anymore,” Janet once again whispered directly into his ear, her voice low and irresistible. “You’re going to let go completely and sink nice and deep for our legs… for our feet… for our control. Your eyes are closing… your body is so heavy… so relaxed… so happy to submit.”
Brenda nuzzled her face against William’s cheek, her curly hair spilling over him as she murmured, “That’s right, baby. Nice and sleepy for us now. Deep, willing, obedient sleep. You belong to us now…”
William was feeling it now, the drag of sleep pulling him under as he tried one more desperate time to rise, to get away from their beautiful feet and soft voices, but their feet kept their relentless, mesmerizing rhythm, warm, silky, and possessive while they watched his resistance crumble with loving, predatory satisfaction…
“Say it for us, handsome… tell us you’re getting sleepy…” they both purred together, voices wrapping around his mind like silk chains.
“No, I don’t wanna…let, gooooo…” William slurred his eyes drifting closed as their combined efforts took hold. He made one more struggle, but the two women were done with his resistance.
William was only able to speak softly. “Look, this won’t work, sorry…,” but the words barely left his lips before he felt it... a quick, sharp little sting right at the side of his neck.
Janet’s manicured fingers were moving back after pressing a small, hidden injector ring firmly against his skin for just a second before pulling away with a satisfied smile. Brenda on his other side giggled softly, her warm breath brushing his ear as she held him steady.
“Mmm… there it is,” Janet purred, voice now low, smooth, and unmistakably in control. “Just a tiny dose of our special little cocktail, handsome. Nothing you can fight. It’s already spreading… warm… tingling… rushing through your veins.”
William realized she was not lying to him, his body suddenly felt impossibly heavy and the lights were only getting softer in the cabin as his head felt suddenly wooden and fuzzy.
Janet’s glossy lips brushed his ear as both of the women pressed in even tighter, pinning him deep into the leather seat. “Feel that heat blooming inside you, baby? That’s it… your body is betraying you already. Heavy. Fuzzy. So wonderfully sleepy…”
“You feel that sting spreading?” Janet whispered directly into his ear, her silky hair spilling over William’s shoulder as one hand gripped his chin, forcing his gaze down to their mesmerizing feet. “It’s making everything so much easier for us. Your arms are getting heavy… dropping… useless. Your legs won’t obey you anymore. All you can do is stare at our pretty, shiny feet as they own you completely.”
Brenda nuzzled closer, curly waves tickling his neck while her feet flexed and gripped him tighter. “Good boy… just let it take you. The sting, our voices, our soft warm feet… all working together now. Your eyelids are fluttering… so heavy… so ready to close. Every stroke of our toes pulls you deeper into that sweet, obedient fog. Resistance melting away… thoughts slowing… drifting…”
They both watched with affectionate, predatory satisfaction as his body slackened, his resistance crumbling under the combined power of the sting and their seduction.
“How does it feel now, baby…?” They purred together, their feet never stopping their teasing, owning strokes. “So sleepy for us… aren’t you?”
“Ohhh, baby… just so you don’t think you have any chance of escaping this…”
Brenda giggled sweetly and ed in with Janet tickling him “Shhh, no more resistance sweetie, time to help the medicine spread faster…”
Their hands moved all at once, fingers wiggling and skittering with playful precision across his sides, under his arms and along his neck and stomach in rapid, feather light tickles. At the same time, their four silky stocking covered feet pressed and rubbed more firmly across his legs and feet, now devoid of his shoes, toes curling and stroking relentlessly while also lightly tickling his soles and moving up to the growing bulge in his pants.
“Tickle, tickle, tickle…” they cooed affectionately, their glossy lips brushing his cheek as their nails danced faster. “Feel that? Every little giggle and squirm is pumping our special drug deeper into your body… making you weaker… sleepier… more helpless for us.”
William felt it immediately, the drug’s warm tingling rush intensifying with every twitch and helpless laugh that escaped him, his limbs getting heavier, and his struggles slower and clumsier as the combined tickling and foot teasing overwhelmed his senses.
It was time as Janet reached down beside the seat and pulled out their special material, a large, stretchy, ultra sheer pantyhose like garment made of the softest, most luxurious nylon blend, shimmering faintly in the low light. It’s custom designed… warm, elastic was coated with a special drug, and perfectly sized to encase a man completely, hugging every curve while letting their touches and scents reach him.
“That’s right, sweetie,” Janet whispered lovingly yet firmly as they both started working it over William. “This is going to make you feel so safe… so trapped… so perfectly ours.”
While their fingers continued their relentless, playful tickling, focusing on his ribs and underarms to keep him squirming and laughing, they began pulling the stretchy, silky material up his legs. The sheer fabric glided smoothly over his skin, warm and clinging, stretching easily as they worked it higher and higher, first over his feet and calves, then his thighs, slowly encasing him in its soft, restrictive embrace.
Brenda her curly hair spilling over his shoulder as she leaned in, tickling his neck while her feet kept rubbing and stroking him through the growing nylon layer.
“Mmm, feel how it hugs you? So tight… so warm… the drug loves this. Every squirm pushes it faster through your veins and you’re getting so sleepy now, aren’t you? Eyes heavy… body relaxed… helpless between us…”
The two of them kept pulling the special material upward together, stretching it over William’s hips, and waist, slowly cocooning his arms and torso as their tickling hands and teasing feet never stopped. The silky nylon clung to him like a second skin, warm and inescapable, while their bodies pressed in from his sides, soft breasts against his arms, their scarves brushing his face.
“Such a good boy… fighting so cutely, but it’s useless now,” Janet murmured, her voice dropping into that deep, rhythmic hypnotic tone as one of her manicured fingers tickled under his chin. “The more you struggle and laugh, the deeper the drug is taking you. Sleepy… obedient… sinking for our legs, our feet, and our pretty nylon trap. Let your eyes close… let everything fade except how good it feels to surrender.”
The tickling slowed just a little now becoming more sensual, more possessive as the stretchy pantyhose material continues sliding up toward his chest, wrapping him tighter and tighter in its silky confines.
The stretchy, ultra sheer pantyhose material smoothly encased his body now, with practiced movements they had it hugging every inch of William like a warm, living second skin. They pulled it all the way up to his neck, stretching it snugly over his shoulders and chest until only his head remained free, his body now completely encased in the soft, shimmering nylon cocoon. It clung tightly yet comfortably, warm and restrictive, pressing our earlier touches and the drug’s heat right against your skin.
William was trapped, helpless, perfect...
“Mmm… look at you,” Janet purred with deep satisfaction, leaning in close glossy lips parting as she cupped his face with both hands and pulled him into a long, deep, sensual kiss, her tongue sliding slowly against his, tasting sweet and addictive, her silky hair spilling over his cheeks while her breasts pressed firmly against his now nylon covered chest. The kiss lingered, slow and claiming, draining what little fight remained.
Before William could catch his breath, the Brenda took her turn. She giggled softly into his mouth as she kissed him even deeper, more ionate and hungry, her full lips devouring his while her manicured fingers threaded through his hair. Her warm tongue explored possessively, the sweet scent of her skin and the lingering taste of her gloss making his woozy head spin even faster.
When she finally pulled back, both of them smiled with loving, predatory affection.
“Time to finish wrapping our special package,” Janet whispered.
They each took one side of the matching sheer head cover, another piece of the same luxurious, stretchy pantyhose material, extra thin and transparent, lightly infused with the sweet, hypnotic mist that would keep William nice and deep for them.They slowly pulled it down over his head together, stretching it gently over his face, ears, and neck until it sealed seamlessly with the rest of the cocoon. The sheer nylon blurred his vision just enough, soft and warm, while the special scent embedded in the fabric flooded his lungs with every shallow breath, it was sweet, heavy, and irresistible.
The drug, the kisses, the tickling, the constant teasing of their legs and feet earlier… it all crashed over William at once… barely conscious he heard them murmuring softly above him as his eyelids fluttered closed…
“…perfect. Our client will be so pleased.”
“Janice was very specific about him. She wants him to be an obedient slave… completely broken in and willing.”
Their words sink in deep as the sheer nylon hood worked its magic. The world grew distant, fuzzy, warm and his body felt so heavy inside the silky confines… drifting… sinking… helpless.
Both women leaned in one last time, their lips pressing soft, affectionate kisses against the nylon over his cheeks and forehead.
“Shhh… that’s it, handsome,” Janet murmured lovingly. “Drift off for us now. Nice and deep. When you wake up, you’ll belong to her completely… her perfect, obedient slave. And you’ll love every second of it.”
Brenda stroked the nylon over his head gently. “Sleep now, baby. Deep, dreamy, submissive sleep. You’re ours… and soon, you’ll be hers forever.”
William’s consciousness faded under the combined power of the drug, the scent, and their gentle voices… the last thing her ed feeling was the warm, silky pressure of the cocoon and the knowledge that his ex-wife had finally won.