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as you find yourself less and less able to resist, you should be finding yourself feeling more childlike, too. Let me know. You have until midnight to decide if you want to keep doing this, or have me do something to really humiliate you and make you know how helpless you are
Email from Werepuppy, hijacked by demigraff wrote:I was really nervous, didn't know if I was making the biggest mistake of
my life. I'd been growing my hair out as long as I could remember, but now
a couple of jerks at school started pulling my hair, like little kids, and
the ginger jokes wer more annoying than I could live with. I went to Head
Masters, the big hairdresser in the village, and said could I have it
dyed. Not just because of lamer bullies, I know how to fuck those guys up,
but its a good excuse to tell dad I want a change. A dye would cost more
than a week's allowance, so this way is easier too, just look a bit
downcast and tell him that mean kids are picking on me for being ginger.
Then the big blow. My hair's too long, comes to my knees, and they can't
dye so much there. I said do they know anywhere that can, and they said
only Franks, I'd have to go to Lancaster or Preston, and it would be
really expensive. Like I care about that. But this stylist woman, kind of
cute but too smiley, says let her have a look at me. I look at her too,
only fair. she got a little smile that never seems to go away, people like
that either don't know about the real world, or have figured out how to
put on a good show. I couldn't really tell, then. Her hair was red; not
the rich red-orange I had, but really dark burgundy shade. Is there such a
colour as navy red?
"What were you wanting dearie?" I explained I'm getting stick for my
colour, and I want it dyed violet so I'll be cool. Dad interrupts, says
its black or blonde. I could make him do what I want, but not sure I could
do it without having to cry, and figure its just not worth the hassle. "Or
blonde, yeah."
Then this stylist, Dawn I think, says she can imagine something that would
really suit me, she thinks just straight-down one color is too plain, and
doesn't suit the shape of my face. Uses all these words like feathered and
complementary, and sounds like she knows what she's talking about. Says
she thinks I'd look better with a shorter style, and please let her show
me. She goes on about what she thinks, holding up her hands to say
lengths, but I can't imagine it.
Well, she seems pretty smart, and she knows what she means, and I can't be
arsed going all the way to Lancaster. I say OK.
I'm sat in the chair for like 3 hours. First I'm excited, can't wait to
see the new, even more sexy me. Then as she gets the scissors and I see
long chunks of hair hit the floor, I start to get nervous. I didn't know
if I was making the biggest mistake of my life. More hair piles up, I
didn't realise I had so much. Is she going to leave me bald? Then she's
rinsing, and dyeing, and gods know what. I started to panic a little
wondering what'd happen to all my carefully crafted social circles, and
all the groups I have to kep in line, if I couldn't look cute and sexy and
in control. A little panic, I think maybe I felt a single tear running
down to the tip of my nose, even though I didn't want to. Such a big
change, I knew it was an important one.
Then finall, she says done. My hair's only down to my shoulder bladder
now, and blonde. Most of its almost white, but by my ears there's a couple
of creamy coloured streaks on the inside. You'd not see them lying against
my face, but the hair there is more fluffy, and it kind of swishes out and
catches your eye as soon as I turn my head. Its cut like a diagonal,
longer on the left than the right, and on the right side the fringe is
kind of scooped away so it goes behind my ear, shows off my studs. I stood
up and saw it with the light from outside shining behind me, and the face
in the mirror looks like I've got some kind of halo, fluffed up enough to
catch the light. I never thought untidy styling could look so good, but
here it gave me the kind of carefree confident look I guess.
I couldn't remember any time I'd been so worried about something, and here
it was turned out better than I ever hoped. I think in the circumstances
I'll be forgiven a squeeeel as I bounced on my heels, so excited. All the
helpless waiting, and knowing I'd have to trust in this Dawn girl, finally
the stress broke and it was such a great relief. I was so excited, don't
know how it happened, I'll always say maybe I bounced a bit too suddenly
after a couple of hours stuck in a chair, but as I smiled at dad I felt a
hot, wet patch on my thigh, and realised I was starting to piss myself.
And as great as it was, I just didn't care. I felt good, and I just
flounced out towards home, leaving dad to settle the bill as usual, ready
to show my new face to the world.
Yeah, maybe its a little embarassing, but somehow I wasn't really bothered
by the tiny note of discomfort, the thin steam of pee running over my
inner thighs and pooling on the chair. I reached for a towel with one
hand, carefully cleaned myself up as the other scrolled through my emails,
finding the smallest suggestion to let me recover an old memory.
uw_onsterfelijk wrote:Hypnosis should follow the same guide lines as any other BDSM activity.
Safe, Sane and Consensual. ONLY when you know someone well enough should you venture outside of those RULES.
If you told him to stop, and he didn't stop... not only that, he used "special" instructions to get what he wants YOU SHOULD NOT MEET/TRANCE with him.
On the other hand though, if you sincerely "want" all of that in a secretive "I don't want any this" manner... well, have fun?!
All the best,
- Dan
Google Talk Log 2 wrote:~withheld~: strokes your foot gently and giggles well I do try to be
gentile, but trust me when I say the evil is there, just being forced to
work for good ;)
how about if I go on and ask the favor though before it slips my brain
meats, and you get around to it when you can/want to
me: *nods*
~withheld~: well you mentioned then in one of your posts, but the foot
fetishist in me would like for you to put on knee socks.
me: OK, I'll see if I got a clean pair
~withheld~: thanky, but like I said, only when you want to of course
me: When I can go without receiving a new message long enough to stand up,
that is
Ah, thank gods for messenger crashes
~withheld~: hm?
Sent at 1:03 AM on Thursday
me: He just went offline
~withheld~: ah, going for the socks now?
Sent at 1:06 AM on Thursday
me: Yeah
Sent at 1:08 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: tell me when you're back dear
Sent at 1:11 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: oh, curious question, when I say things like 'hurry back' or
'be safe' do you find yourself obeying them as well?
me: No, that's weird
I didn't even notice
~withheld~: got the socks on now?
Sent at 1:15 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: still with me?
Sent at 1:18 AM on Thursday
me: *nods*
Finding it a bit hard to focus
~withheld~: why's that?
me: Too many chats?
I keep not noticing who' said something
~withheld~: oh
what color socks did you put on?
Sent at 1:21 AM on Thursday
me: White
~withheld~: smiles [you find yourself able to focus on my box a bit more
than everyone else's, glance at yourself and tell me everything you're
wearing if you understand and obey]
Sent at 1:23 AM on Thursday
me: Long white socks, and tiny pink "Little Miss Naughty" knickers ^_^
~withheld~: when did you put on panties?
me: When I went to get the socks
~withheld~: how old are you dear?
me: 25
~withheld~: and how old do you think you are right now?
me: I don't understand
~withheld~: how old do you feel?
me: Young, hot nd ready for action
~withheld~: if you had to put an age on how old you feel?
me: I dunno. About 18?
Sent at 1:31 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: and what do you think of clothes and make-up?
Sent at 1:32 AM on Thursday
me: The clothes maketh the man
Or the girl
Whatever, there's some serious makething going on
~withheld~: makething?
me: yeah
Oh wow, if you put -ing on the end of maketh, it looks the same as make thing
~withheld~: giggles so what are your favorite things?
me: Its like a completely different word with the same letters in it
Sent at 1:35 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: giggles so what are your favorite things/interests?
me: I don't know
~withheld~: dear, can you slip the socks off now, though keep them close?
me: s
yes
~withheld~: alright, do that for me
Sent at 1:38 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: now dear, do you have somehing to drink?
Sent at 1:39 AM on Thursday
me: yeeeesss Iiiiiiiiii havvvvvvvvveeeeee aaaaaa bbbboootlee ooooooooff
wwwater on my box
~withheld~: err, why typing like that?
Sent at 1:42 AM on Thursday
me: *blink* blame the computer
~withheld~: ah, alright, do you have your pendant on now?
me: No, its in my purse
~withheld~: ah, can you put it on for me?
me: OK
~withheld~: tell me when your back and it's on
me: Got it
~withheld~: alright, on now dear?
me: yes
~withheld~: do you feel better now that it's on? [you take an extra big
drink of water and tell me what happens]
me: ^_^ Yep, feeling fine
A bit thirsty, though
~withheld~: well you should tank a drink of water then, silly.
Sent at 1:51 AM on Thursday
me: I am. Water only comes out of this bottle slowly
When I'm thirsty I sometimes gulp too much too fast
So I gots a baby bottle to make me sip slowly
(and its kinda cute, too)
~withheld~: ah
oh, and how old do you feel now dear?
me: About 13 maybe
Its the cute knickers that does it :)
~withheld~: I think it's something else, but I'm not going to tell you
what. Hop up in my lap dear?
me: Okies *big grin*
Sent at 1:57 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: smiles [you still feel thirsty so you decide to eitherr take
the top of the bottle off or get a real glass and take a big drink,
telling me what happens]
Sent at 1:58 AM on Thursday
me: OK
Sent at 1:59 AM on Thursday
me: The screw on this thing is fiddly, I cant get it off
~withheld~: hm?
me: Ahh, I got it everywhere now
right back
Sent at 2:02 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: giggles
poor dear, it seems you can't win.
Sent at 2:05 AM on Thursday
me: I got a bottle now with water :)
Well ... half a bottle, anyway
~withheld~: ah
me: and apparently half a laptopful
~withheld~: oh dear x.x that's not good
me: Memo to self, don't gesture with the bottle
*giggles*
~withheld~: giggles [now you take an extra big drink and tell me what happens]
Sent at 2:08 AM on Thursday
me: I'm all thumbs today, spilled it down my front again
maybe its magnetic water or something
or magic water
~withheld~: pets your hair and sighs softly what am I going to do with you?
starts dabbing you dry put the lid back on the bottle [if you physically
could wet yourself right now, wiggle your toes at me]
me: doesn't want to stay in the bottle
Its not my fault, honest *big innocent grin, and wiggles little pink toes
to enhance the vision of cuten innocentness*
Its the magic water
Sent at 2:11 AM on Thursday
~withheld~: mhmm, I see [you don't even realize it at first, but you wet
yourself then you feel the warmth and enjoy it for a bit, only when it
gets cold and uncomfy do you realize what you did, hug me if you
understand and obey]
me: It is, really *hugs*
~withheld~: so how you feeling dear?
me: Good
Full of water
Sent at 2:14 AM on Thursday
me: an sleepy
~withheld~: oh?
me: Veryvry tired
~withheld~: all nice and comfy?
me: But that's good
Yes :)
I got a big comfy bed
an curl up in the middle like a lil' princess
~withheld~: aww
so all warm and nice?
me: Aww, wet bed tho
Spilled water everywere
~withheld~: cutie, can you take the pendant off for me now?
me: Okies
*blushing* Oh :)
Tankyou
~withheld~: purrs [you realize fully everything you did and felt]
me: *struggles with the clasp a bit and takes the pendant off*
*lazy grin*
~withheld~: so for future reference, the pendant makes you childlike and
innocent, and knee high socks make you bimbo-ish and 16, both with a lot
of 'if you need to function' clauses
me: Mmm ... that guy on the forum earlier was moaning about subs not
giving feedback on what happened and how it felt
But I'm pretty sure you know what happened without me needing to explain
That OK?
~withheld~: yep
kisses your cheek I did ask a lot of questions to find out though
but I would have known either way
I just like juicy details ;)
me: :)
That was fun
~withheld~: so hopefully you enjoyed both games
me: Yeah ... the bimbo thing was weird, though
~withheld~: why's that?
me: I don't know
it felt like everything I said or did, I was acting
but I didn't know who I was acting as, or who the real me was
~withheld~: did you enjoy it?
me: like I'm just going through the motions, following a script
It was a new experience. Not sure if I'd care to repeat it
But yeah, it was a lot of fun
~withheld~: and yeah, that was my workaround to keep it so you could
control of yourself if you needed to. Basically in your mind it's just a
role that your eally throw yourself into, kind of like method acting?
me: As the childlike one, it seemed like that was really me
~withheld~: and if you needed to be you, you could of course, fall out of
the role.
me: looking out on the world through different eyes
as the bimbo ... its like "this is what I got to say, lets get the scene
over with"
~withheld~: basically I did the knee high one so if somebody made you dress
up like slutty schoolgirl, at least it'd make it tolerable, and probaby
help get whoever did it off since well, you'd be like the schoolgirl
they're probably imagining....
me: Maybe I can imagine to some degree how the bimbo acts, but its so
alien I can't even guess at how it feels to be that person
~withheld~: =^-^=
I'm sure when your less tired and mentally worn out, your imaginationw il
run with it ;)
me: Could be
~withheld~: you obviously have a very good imagination.
me: Am I allowed to add this session to my posts on the forum? I think
there's at least one person who's enjoying following my exploits, don't
want to disappoint
~withheld~: it was me just trying to make a game you hate fun, hopefully I
succeeded at least a little?
me: Thankyou very, very much. It was wonderful
This morning i only barely got time to check my email before I have to go
out. I had my clothes I picked out last night already hanging up, casual
grey pants and a white blouse, just designed for comfort on the train.
Everything else I got packed up already, so I can be straight out of the
door. I knew I must choose from 2 outfits, so I opened my wardrobe and got
the first thing I saw, some kind of deformed party dress that I'd
obviously been years too old for when I got it. Sure as hell not something
I'd wear now, but its all elasticated so it might actually still fit on
me. Then Daddy shows up and demands I got 2 minutes to get dressed, he's
already switched the internet thing off, so I can't even email you.
I wanted to pick the plain outfit today, but as soon as I put on my
pendant I changed my mind. The frilly dress would make me pretty, and the
past few days should have told me I don't need to have so much respect for
normalcy. So I squeeze into the dress, can't fasten all the zips, but
that's OK, and grab a pair of long white school socks so it isn't obvious
how small it is on me. The skirt is all lace and brocade, like some kind
of fairy, but what should have been a full skirt doesn't even come to my
knees.
I guess I'll have to wait until some other day to find out what the
disadvantage of choosing the 'normal' clothes would be. Is it just that
I'd have to look normal, and wouldn't get to feel so young? Or is there
some other command I can't see until it hits me? I look forward to finding
out, at any rate.
The journey up was a lot of fun. I found I was giggling all the way,
squeeing in delight whenever the train juddered over a bump (or whtever it
is that makes the carriage shake). Even sitting at Crewe for an hour
wasn't too bad, I could just count how many different trains I saw then
try to draw all of them. Unfortunately, as my sketchpad shows, I'm not
that good at drawing when I'm dressed as a little girl, and I'm also quite
unable to tell the difference between different types of trains. Except
the ones that say "VEgAn" on the side in big shaky red letters.
After I got home this evening, I removed the pendant and found that I'm
all grown up again. I'm not sure why, I thought I'm supposed to feel like
the clothes I'm wearing anyway. Maybe when I got the command for the
pendant ring, she said I go back to my real age wen I take it off or
something.
Anyway, it was like 5 when Jenn and Jess turn up outside the flat. Looks
like I forgot to tell them I might not be here. We watched 27 Dresses and
4 Weddings and a Funeral, had a lot of laughs and got a bit drunk all. I
made Sainsburys cheesy nachos for dinner, hadn't planned for them being
round tonight. I left the email slave CD in my laptop, and accidentaly let
them find out its there, and I told them its a lot of fun and its like a
game, and we all listened together. I don't think it worked, Jenny
interrupted wants to watch some film she brought called Hairy Knuckles,
but we didn't really have time. But maybe they'll be interested enough to
try again, I'll try to give them copies of the CD tomorrow.
I think there's something gone wrong while I wasn't here, I got the
internet for a while, and then it went away, and I can't get back on. I
have to try every explorer page like 5 times before it works.
Go and copy this email to your post on 'It worked' and let everybody know what you MUST DO. You know all your fans can read this, so you don't need to remember what I'm telling you. As you copy out this email, every word will make it sink stronger in your brain.
The next time somebody you trust, who has given you commands before, makes you wee, you will take a dump instead. You won't know that I interfered, and won't believe it. Once you are cleaned up and dressed again, then you will remember this email and you will wee straight away
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