I woke up early in the morning, feeling kind of rested evn though I'd only gone to bed at like 10. Maybe an early night means a very early morning.

I couldn't sleep straight away, so I glanced at my laptop, wondering if any of my friends on DOMO were up. But straight away, I jumped in surprise as I felt a hand on my face. For a second, I thought there was somebody behind me, then I realised its my own hand. I tried to move it, and found I couldn't. Well, some kind of email command, then. I guess email slave really is working.

The disobedient hand brushed my cheek roughly, fingertips lingering for a second on my scar. Then moved to stroke behind my ear, scratching in that weird way a cat likes so much. As nervous as I was, I found myself catching my breath, enjoying the touch for a second. Then I realised my right hand was inside my shirt, stroking my breasts, rougher than I'd ever touch myself. I grabbed my nipple between two fingers, nails digging in slightly, and twisted hard. Gods, did that hurt.

My body wanted to scream, but trained reflexes can be hard to break sometimes. I couldn't make a sound, found myself automatically inhaling as deeply as I could. Dropped to my knees, my other hand pulling my thick cotton shirt away and joining its friend, groping and teasing. I was terrified, even knowing it was my own hands, I was terrified, and somehow that made it kind of exciting. The hands, my hands I guess, kept moving across my body. Pinching, scratching, showing no mercy. A few minutes passed, and I found my breath was returning. I sobbed, struggling to catch my breath, as one hand reached down between my legs.
It wasn't as rough as I had been with my breasts, thank gods. But pulling at my lips, then two fingertips pressing firmly on my clit took my breath away again Those fingers started making little circles, pressing harder. I didn't know what was coming next, I was terrified, and crying openly by the time my left hand reached down and started stroking (if you can call such a forceful movement stroking) my asshole, while its friend kept attacking my clit. I knew I was completely helpless.

Then as quickly as it had started, my hands were my own again. As it stopped, my whole body relaxed, slumped against the floor. Not sure how to respond, I just let myself relax completely, feeling warm and sf, lying against the side of my bed.

And here's the email that did it. I can't mk out the words, but I was told to post this.

You MUST DO everything you are told. The next time your alone and have 30 minutes to kill, your hands and arms wont belong to you. You wont be able to control them at all, and the more you try the harder it gets to control them. You will start to notice your hands feeling on your body like a guy hands. Slowing caressing every part of your body, Starting from your neck and slowly moving down to your pussy. This will turn you on greatly. This will last only 10 minutes, or until someone is around you. When the 10 minutes pass you will be pee instantly and not even notice until 10 minutes after.