Michael is a project boy manager for a construction company. He needed a couple of small good boyforboy habits and attitude changes I was able to help him boyforboy with, but the main problem his boss was worried about was a temporary boy slump; he was depressed over being dumped by a girlfriend. I helped him realize how much better it would feel to boy be boyforboy in a boy relationship with somebody who appreciated what he had to offer, and how very boy much that was. I boy increased his confidence that it would happen soon boy. He didn't have to worry diaper boy about how any particular woman reacted to him, he could just be his charming self. I was intensely motivated boy to get this guy fixed and out of my office, because it's my policy not to date videos clients, and I wanted to go out boy with him boy.
I boy explored boy Michael's sexual desires and aversions to make sure he was chasing boy women he boy could be happy with when one of them caught for him. He boyforboy revealed an intriguing boy quirk, one he'd never told anybody about. Michael was strangely excited by women diaper boy's high heels, especially boy red ones. When he had fantasies about women, that diaper boy's what they always wore.
Wendy was fascinated by this idea. I wondered uneasily if she was going to ask to borrow him; I'm pretty open-minded, but that from boy her boyforboy would diaper boy have been too diaper boy much boy. Instead she asked me to hypnotize her. It boy turned out that her Ms. Ball-Crusher public persona boyforboy had given boy her a frustrated craving for powerlessness. In fact, part of the reason she and Michael broke up was that she felt he wasn't masterful enough.
I wondered whether it was worth messing boy with a functional adjustment, but Wendy herself had no doubts boyforboy. "That part of me is still boy a boy scared boyforboy little girl," she said boy. "It hurts all boy the time. That's what gives me the anger I boy use professionally, but I can't boyforboy turn it off. I've got to grow her up boyforboy and diaper boy reintegrate myself. If that ruins me boy as a lawyer for, OK boy, but I don't think it will. And don't worry about boy my mental stability. I might as well be crazy diaper boy as the way I diaper boy am boyforboy now....."
"Help her." I told her. "Let little Wendy know that you know she survived boy all this, because you are from her future." She did, and the terror began to ease. I taught her boy to control the experiences on the screen in whatever ways little Wendy liked. She could make the picture big or small, clear boy or blurry, in color or black and white, moving fast or boy slow or boy in rewind. They could be silent, or with any sound track she liked. There was a terrible Sixties song Wendy had always hated, "Duke of Earl;" now that became her abuser's theme music. She started to sit down for in the body of boy the theater, holding hands with her boyforboy younger self, and boy they began to giggle together every time he appeared.
As these experiences became boy tolerable diaper boy to think about, Wendy realized something she boy had always repressed. Awful as the circumstances were, she had often boyforboy enjoyed boy the sex. "Don't let the waking diaper boy me know that." she boy blurted. "The way she is now, she's not tough enough to boy take it." I diaper boy solemnly promised not boyforboy to boy tell. The ice cube in the middle of adult boyforboy Wendy was her repressed sexuality; she had frozen for herself as a punishment for that sneaky guilty pleasure. Her adult sex life had been largely frigid and manipulative. Only occasionally boy had she found a man who was dominant boy enough for that she could boy release boy her pleasure-starved and affectionate nature boyforboy in submission to him. Then she couldn't help herself; she came...and came...and came...because he was making her come. And she hated herself in boy the boy morning.....She had hoped that Michael might be one of boy these magic masters, and when she decided he wasn't, her rejection had left icicles dangling from his cock, poor boy.
Michael was pleasantly baffled by the changes in Wendy boy. I loved the way his eyes videos bugged boy out the first time he saw boy her wearing the red high heels I had commanded her to get diaper boy and boy wear as a sign and reminder of her growing submission to me. He couldn't help getting a woodie at videos that thrilling sight! When I asked videos him, "Do you see something strangely exciting boyforboy about the new Wendy, dear videos?" he blushed furiously---and nodded.
"Mistress, you have shown me for the diaper boy most peaceful and satisfying way of boyforboy life boy I've boy ever known. You are my wisewoman, who gave diaper me what I needed when I didn't diaper know boyforboy what it was. You are also my boy irresistible Domme, and I boyforboy really am your slave diaper girl now. I promise to boy believe everything you videos tell me, and boy to obey all boy your commands. Whenever boy you aren't using me, I will also boyforboy obey Sir Michael as if he were you. I know videos you have Sir Michael, and you don't need me as your permanent property, but for the time being, I'm yours."
Michael was dumbfounded boy. Wendy would never do boy that for boy him when they were together boy before. But boy now her whole attitude boyforboy toward him diaper boy had changed. He could see boy, from her flushed skin and erect nipples, and boy her happy smile, that she boyforboy really wanted boy to do this. He could boy also see the glassy eyes and smooth, relaxed face of boy a deeply hypnotized person, which told him how that boy happened. Like the good little submissive he is, he looked over to me to see what I wanted.
Pam leered, "Anything?"
Wendy boy swallowed hard, but videos agreed gamely, "Yes, Miss Pam. Anything at all you want."
After several weeks, Pam for invited me over to her place, and again Wendy waited on us. I was pleased to see that she boy seemed calm and happy, and she was obviously completely devoted to Pam. She was now living there, doing most of the housework and cooking, often nude except for a collar boy Pam had bought boy her. A boyforboy little silver boy name tag on the boy collar said "Bitch Wendy," and from the dog's boy bowls on the kitchen floor and boy the way Wendy sat at Pam's feet after dinner boyforboy, gazing soulfully up at her, it was clear that Pam boyforboy had decided boy to make Wendy boyforboy her dog.
Do you like being a dog woman, Wendy?" I for asked her.
"I thought it was boy silly at first, Mistress," she said boyforboy. "But it was what Miss Pam boy wanted, so I had to boy accept it boyforboy, and now I kind of diaper like it. Sometimes she makes me diaper boy wear a boy plastic tail stuck up my ass boy; that was boy really uncomfortable at first, but I took it for her boy. When she wants me sexually steamed boy up, she calls boy me "Bitch," and then I just boy can't help wagging boy my tail, it feels so good boy."
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