Static Sock

The rumbling of the dryer had been constant for the last several days. After every spin, Claire would open it and see if her thigh high socks had vanished yet. It seemed that ever since she moved out on her own her socks would randomly vanish when she did her laundry. So far, they still remained in the dryer, their bright green fabric standing out against the white insides of the dryer.

Claire wiggled her bare toes as she glared at the socks. She had spent so much time experimenting to make them disappear that she had run out of clean socks to actually wear. As much as she wouldn't mind running around barefoot all day, she had a date. It was a casual affair, but probably not that casual.

Claire pulled a sock from the dryer and was overcome with how wonderful the sock felt. "Whoa..." The sock crinkled with static electricity as she started to rub it against her cheek. "The hell...?" She closed her eyes as she stood there, nuzzling against a sock. Her long, blonde hair started to slightly rise with static electricity. It was unbelievably soft and warm, but after days in a dryer, how else would it feel? Her toes clenched, and the sensation of the cold hardwood floor brought her to her senses. She blinked a few times and noticed what she was doing.

Thankfully, no one was around to see her -- saving her from minor embarrassment. She grabbed the other sock from the dryer and hopped up onto the machine. "Nothing is better than warm socks straight from the dryer." she said with a smile. Claire slipped a sock onto her left foot, pulling it all the way up to her thigh. The crinkling of static electricity became a bit louder, and Claire could feel the hairs on her head getting a bit more lift. She looked down at the dryer, fully expecting it to have taken the electricity out of her. "Whatever...." She slipped the other sock on, reveling in the warm fabric engulfing her leg and foot.

She laughed as she wiggled her toes. "I should never wear socks that didn't just come out of the dryer ever again." Hopping off the dryer, Claire fully expected to be shocked, but nothing happened. Figuring it was her lucky day, she shrugged it off and went into the front room of her one-bedroom-one-bathroom house. She collected her things and put them into her skirt pocket before slipping on her black mule heels.

"Maybe a bit under-dressed, but it's pretty nice out..." she said. It was her attempt to rationalize her outfit: A green skirt, a white tank top, and thigh high socks were all that was visible. The green panties and bra were hardly hidden. Her date had bought her the lingerie because it matched her eyes.

Claire put ear-buds in her ears as she walked out the door. "Good weather. Hope this keeps up." The sun's rays warmed her face and neck. She walked right past her car; if she impressed her date, then it would be much easier to find an excuse to get to somewhere private, even if it meant she had to take the bus. Luckily for her, the nearest bus stop was hardly a block away.

"How weird...." As she sat on the bench to wait for the bus, she rubbed her socks with the back of her hands. They didn't feel as if they had lost any warmth. Instinctively, she slipped off one of her backless heels and rested her foot on her knee. She started to gently massage her foot; her eyes opening as she felt the wonderful fabric stimulating her skin. It still retained the unbelievable softness, but it different than when she had put them on. Though it was just her leg and foot, she felt as if she was rubbing something a bit more special.

A slight moan escaped her mouth as the bus pulled up. Claire blushed a bit as she put her heel back on and stood up. The bus door swung open, and she stepped inside, her blush having faded. She reached into her back pocket and presented her bus pass to the driver. The driver just nodded, waiting for her to take her seat before driving. A few people looked up to see who was joining them, and a few did a double take. Claire's strange choice of clothing for late winter might have had to do a little with it, but she knew that at least a few of the passengers were admiring her lithe figure and confident posture.

She smiled to herself as she took her seat and zoned out while listening to music. The bus made a stop, and a shrill, piercing voice cut through Claire's music. "Oh Claire! It's so nice to see you! How long has it been?"

Claire took an ear-bud out of one of her ears. "A few months, Amy. How have you been?" Claire and Amy had gone to the same college, and both were business majors. "How's the job treating you?" Claire was smarter, more dedicated, and had a better resume than Amy in almost every conceivable way. They had applied for the same position, but Amy had gotten the job.

"It's been pretty nice. I got a raise last month." Amy smiled as she took a seat next to Claire.

Claire disliked Amy. The brunette was lazy and more involved with sending text messages on her cellphone than paying attention in class -- Claire doubted that she had grown past that. The only reason she had gotten the job was because she was willing to show off more skin in a professional setting. The blazer she currently wore showed off her cleavage, and her miniskirt put her pantyhose clad legs proudly on display.

"Have you managed to get a job yet?"

"Not on my terms, but I still have a few more months worth of money before I'll be desperate." Claire feigned a smile back. Besides a job, one thing Claire didn't have was an hourglass figure. Amy did. Amy walked around and acted a bit like a ditz, knowing that it would help her in the business world. Claire refused to make that compromise.

Amy's body was more akin to a stripper's than a businesswoman's. Claire wasn't quite as lucky, but once when a sorority was judging who had the best legs in college it came down between Amy and Claire -- Claire won.

"That's too bad.... I mean, that you don't have a job yet. But it's good that you still have money." Amy laughed nervously. A small blush spread across her face; Claire couldn't help but wonder why. "So, I was talking to one of the girls the other day, uhm, you remember Maria?"

Claire nodded as her eyebrow raised. "Yeah, what about her?"

"Well, she said you were great at giving massages...." Amy's blush deepened as she slipped off one of her pumps. "My foot is really kind of hurting. Could you? Please?"

Normally, Claire wouldn't agree, but as she looked at Amy's pantyhose covered foot, but she felt some electrical impulse go from her socks to her clit. Suddenly, she couldn't stop wriggling in her seat, and the idea of massaging that pantyhose covered foot seemed really pleasant. "Yeah.... Sure, no problem."

"Thanks." Amy giggled as she lifted her foot up onto Claire's lap. Claire took Amy's foot and tenderly started to massage it. The pantyhose just felt so soft against her skin, and her own legs started to tingle as she noticed the warm socks covering them. "Mmm.... You are good."

"Thanks, I think," Claire mumbled. She slipped out of her mule heels and started to rub her legs together.

Before she could really get into it, Amy's cellphone started ringing. Claire slowed down, but Amy protested. "No, don't stop. I really need this, and I have to take this call, okay?"

Claire nodded as she put her ear-buds back into her ears, turned on her MP3 player, and started to rub Amy's pantyhose. Part of her had forgotten she was supposed to be giving a foot rub. Small sounds of pleasure interrupted Amy's conversation, and the brunette couldn't stop from wiggling her toes under her nylons. Claire caught herself panting for a few seconds, and right when she was about to stop to catch her breath and reassess what was happening, she felt a jolt of static electricity run from her socks to hit clit.

She doubled over instantly as she gasped for air. She clenched Amy's foot tightly as her toes popped. Claire had no idea what had just happened, but the wet sensation between her legs gave her an idea. "Are you okay!? Claire? Is something wrong?" Amy sounded quite nervous.

Claire regained herself, glad that her hair had hidden her flushed face. "Yeah, just uh... my ear-buds messed up and shocked me." Claire pulled the ear-buds out of her ears. "It just hurt for a second; I'm fine now." The blonde took a deep breath, trying to get her pulse under control. She looked out the window and noticed her stop was approaching. "Hey, sorry to cut your massage short, but I have a date. Have fun at work."

Amy looked at Clair with worried eyes, but she removed her foot from Claire's lap and didn't try to stall her. "Thanks for the foot rub -- I feel a lot better now!"

"No problem." Claire said as she moved past the woman. She nonchalantly brushed her hand against her skirt to make sure none of the byproducts of her orgasm had seeped through. Thankfully, her skirt was dry. She couldn't help but notice a bit of dampness running down her legs, however.

"Dammit!" she thought as she stepped off the bus. "What the hell was that about?" Claire started the short walk to her destination. "Rubbing her pantyhose made me feel like I was rubbing her through her panties...." She shook the thoughts from her head as she arrived at a cafe.

It was small, family-owned, and her date swore it was home to the best pancakes ever. Claire walked in and looked around; a tall woman with long black hair waved to her. Melanie smiled as Claire took a seat across from her. "I hope you don't mind -- I've already ordered a drink for myself."

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I ran into an acquaintance." Claire slyly looked over Melanie. She always felt good when around her. It made her ego skyrocket. It was hard not to feel more important just being seen with her. Not to mention, Claire knew from experience that Melanie's clothes actually hid quite a bit of her beauty.

"Oh, you're not late. I just got here a little early." A waitress stopped by the table and gave Melanie an iced tea before taking Claire's order for lemon tea. Melanie smirked. "Ordering it just to be a bit different, or do you just prefer a bit more..." Melanie grinned as she licked her lips, "...flavor?"

Claire almost melted, but she knew better than to let Melanie get the best of her this soon. "I think a bit of..." Claire grinned and licked her lips, "...flavor would be great to share on a kiss."

Melanie and Claire shared a laugh. "So, how has your week been?"

Claire remembered that she had tried to test if her socks would disappear if left in a dryer long enough. "Oh... pretty boring. Nothing has been going on. How about you? How's life been treating you?"

"Oh, same old, same old... You know, meetings and conferences." Melanie took a sip of her tea. "Find a job yet?"

The waitress came back and handed Claire a lemon tea. Claire took a sip and sighed. "No, nowhere is hiring."

They both sat in silence for a few seconds. Claire knew Melanie was the CEO of a company, and Melanie knew Claire had Bachelor's in Business Administrations. Claire had considered asking Melanie to hire her, but she knew if Melanie did, then their relationship would become professional instead of personal. They were both far too professional to maintain a personal relationship in that scenario. Melanie waited for Claire to take another sip of her ice tea, then quickly said, "Oh, I got next week off."

Claire's eyes went wide, and a smile painted her lips -- even as she started to choke. Melanie turned her head away while Claire recovered. "So... cough does this mean we're on for next week?"

"Absolutely, though, I don't know where we'll be going yet."

"I thought you had a cabin of some sort?"

Melanie closed her eyes for a second. "Ah, yes. It's still a bit too cold for that, though. I was thinking somewhere... tropical. Maybe the Caribbean or Hawaii."

Claire's jaw dropped. "S-seriously? You would take me with you to Hawaii?"

Melanie winked. "Why not?" Claire suddenly felt a foot press against one of hers. "I think it would be a great opportunity to explore each others 'assets' and perhaps reach an agreement of mutual benefit?" Claire shivered as she slipped her feet from her shoes. Melanie had a habit of playing footsie, once even going so far to brush against Claire's crotch in public.

"Before you get me too riled up with promises, maybe we should order some food?"

As if on command, the waitress strolled back over to the two women and took their orders. Claire had ordered some of the pancakes -- even though it was lunch time, the cafe served breakfast foods if asked -- while Melanie ordered a grilled cheese and tomato soup.

After the waitress left, Claire struck up conversation again. "You order the absolute weirdest things for a CEO."

"The point is to be casual. Sometimes its nice to have a lunch that they wouldn't serve at any 'fancy' restaurant." Melanie frowned. "You'll understand one day when you're older. Really, I'm surprised you're objecting, considering how you're dressed."

Claire grumbled to herself. Melanie was nearly seven years older than her, but Claire wasn't a child. She was a college graduate! Of course, Claire knew better than to run with it and call Melanie old. "I don't have to worry about looking professional. One of the great things about not having a job."

Before they knew it, the waitress returned with their food. The two made casual, though flirtatious, conversation until they finished their meals. On the way out of the restaurant, Melanie stopped. "Where did you park your car?"

Claire grinned to herself. "I didn't bring my car."

Melanie smiled, having already caught on. "So, how do you plan to get home?" She winked at Claire.

"I'm not sure I want to go to my home. It's so small, and cold, and lonely...." Claire pouted her lips. "No one to hold me or tease me.... It's really quite tragic! A young woman like me, having to spend so many days all by her lonesome." She shook her head and looked toward the ground.

Melanie slowly lifted Claire's chin with a finger. "Maybe I should take this poor girl in, give her some hot tea and a bit of love." She laughed as she led Claire to her Lamborghini.

Claire paused before opening the passenger door. This car was worth more than her house and her entire education to date combined. One day, she was certain she would have one herself.

The ride to Melanie's home was quick, but Claire almost didn't want to get out of the passenger seat with how comfortable she was. "Oh, come on. You'll get to ride in it again." Melanie laughed as she stepped out of the car and into her house. Claire followed after and saw a maid greet Melanie at the door.

Melanie guided Claire into the master bedroom. "Let's skip the hot tea and go to the 'bit of love,' shall we?" The blonde didn't even have time to raise her eyebrow as Melanie pulled her into a kiss. Their lips only touched briefly before Melanie pulled a bit away.

Claire couldn't help but grin. This was always fun. Melanie didn't get laid enough, so she really tried when she got the chance. Claire didn't waste time removing her skirt and tank top, revealing her green underwear. She looked up to see Melanie already without her blazer and her slacks half off. "Oh, sexy!" Claire laughed as she looked down at Melanie's body. A black corset with matching panties, a garter belt and...

Claire froze and blushed very deeply. Her knees felt weak. Her eyes were focused on Melanie's black stockings. "Claire?" Melanie tilted her head before she noticed Claire's line-of-sight. "Oh, I suppose this is the first time you've seen me in stockings. I didn't realize you would be so overcome." She smiled as Claire continued to melt.

Her own green stockings started to warm up, and she could feel electricity across her legs. Slowly, she sank to her knees.

"Really now Claire, you should have told me you had a stocking fetish. Though, maybe I should have guessed considering you're always wearing at least knee socks." Melanie's face took on a more serious look as she sat at the edge of her bed. "Finish stripping, then come here." She pointed to the floor in front of her as she crossed her legs.

Claire felt a spark of electricity go from her socks to her clit again, and she thought she was going to orgasm. Instead, she started to crawl, even as her hands removed her bra, and her panties held onto her ankles before finally falling off.. She shuddered the entire way as her entire body started to heat up. Her face finally touched the stockings and she felt another jolt of electricity shock her clit. Claire shivered as she moaned and started nuzzling Melanie's foot and leg. "So... soft...." Her socks zapped her again with a little static electricity, obviously approving of her actions.

"Oh my, so cute." Melanie laughed as she accommodated Claire's movements. "I think I had an idea." Melanie smiled as she moved a leg down Claire's side and started to rub Claire's crotch. "Be a good girl and stay here." The dark haired woman moved from the bed and started rummaging through her drawers.

Claire's eyes opened wide as she saw Melanie holding several pairs of socks out. "What are you doing with those...?"

"I was just hoping for a quick romp with you -- I do have to return to work after all -- but I see no reason why you can't stay here until I get back." Claire didn't quite understand what Melanie meant at first, but as Melanie binded her an arm to the bed post with a sock, she understood quite well. A bit of fear welled up. Claire didn't like being tied up, but a shock from her socks seemed to cleanse her of the fear. The thought of the stockings holding her in place made her even wetter.

Claire panted as Melanie tied multiple socks around her body. Some were more like ribbons decorating her than ropes binding her, and her body's arousal was soaring in response. She wriggled and knew she could escape, but she couldn't imagine actually wanting to. "If you need help, just scream for the maid." Melanie winked as she started taking off her own stockings. "I'll leave you with one last present, though."She reached under her pillow, took a bullet vibrator, turned it on, and put it into one of her stockings. She slowly pushed the stocking into Claire's pussy.

A series of static jolts rocked Claire's mind as she orgasmed. Her body felt like it was on fire, and she absolutely loved it. "Open your mouth." Claire unthinkingly did as she was told. Before she knew it, she was gagged by the stocking; her moans of passion becoming nothing more than whimpers. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Claire was already far too gone to notice Melanie leaving. Time didn't seem to pass as her own socks felt like they were zapping her with electric pleasure. Her mind couldn't even wander; it was like all the socks were holding her attention to that moment.

Her eyes slowly stopped focusing as orgasms came one-by-one -- each slightly more intense than the last. She couldn't even manage to pant, as the soft stocking in her mouth prevented that. After what felt like years of intense pleasure, the door opened and Melanie stepped back inside. She took the stocking out of Claire's mouth and was greeted by a beautiful moan.

"I see you enjoyed yourself. Maybe you should just stay like this forever." Melanie laughed.

"Yes.... Please let me stay like this forever...." Claire's voice was distant and almost hollow. "Love socks, they feel so nice...." Another static shock zapped Claire's clit, rewarding her with a strong sensation of pleasure. The vibrator continued to hum inside her cunt.

Melanie grinned. "So, do you like your socks Claire?"

"Yes, I love them...." Claire's voice was hardly audible.

"Hrm.... It seems they're broken." Melanie bent down and grabbed one of Claire's feet. "I wonder what happened. You should have responded to the phrase with a preset answer."

"Broken...? How can socks be broken?"

Melanie started to tickle Claire's foot idly. "You remember, don't you? I gave you these. I said green was your color, remember?"

Claire nodded while she giggled, twitching lightly. "Stop...!"

"These are special socks. They were meant to slowly make you submissive to me specifically. A whole plethora of phrases would activate you, but it seems something went wrong. Did you do something weird with these, Claire?"

Claire continued to laugh as she struggled to answer. "I kept them in the dryer for almost a week."

Melanie blinked a few times and stopped tickling Claire. "Why would you do that? That doesn't make any sense."

"Cause my socks kept disappearing. I wanted to see if they would disappear while on their own."

The dark haired woman rubbed her temples. "You're crazy." She looked at Claire and smiled a bit. "But it was meant to be temporary anyways. Let's just hope you haven't been too screwed up." Melanie removed Claire's socks and started to untie her. Slowly, Claire seemed to recover as the socks were removed from her. "How do you feel?"

Claire glared at Melanie. "What were you trying to do to me!?" Melanie frowned and tossed some stray stockings at Claire, whose eyes fuzzed over as she took the stocking and started to rub it against her face. "So soft...."

"Well, maybe not a total success.... Hey, Claire? How would you like to come to work with me from now on? You could spend all day under my desk. I don't like to wear shoes while in my office, so that means my socks would be exposed."

Claire's eyes lit up. "Okay...!"

Melanie took the sock away from Claire. "You sure about that?"

"...I am going to hurt you." Claire's glare turned to a scowl.

"Hurt me? Why would you do that Claire? You were willing to go on vacation with me, away from everyone else. Don't worry, you won't have to show anyone else your new sock fetish if you stay with me."

"It's not a fetish! It's...! I don't know what it is!" Claire screamed.

"If you hadn't ran your socks through the dryer five hundred times, this wouldn't have happened. It was just meant to have a one day effect. I thought you would like it. And I mean, really," Melanie brought another sock back out. "Don't they just look so nice and soft?"

"Uhuh...." Claire's eyes lost focus again.

"We're going to have so much fun next week, my little sockslut."