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🕑 Added 2019-01-16 13:33:59 +0000 UTCI couldn't feel my fingertips. My wrists were still bound high above my head and I struggled to stay standing. The diaper between my legs was wet and warm. I'd held it as long as I could, but it didn't do me any good. Then the woman - my caregiver - came back in the room. How long had it been? An hour? Two?
"Please... lemme down..."
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"And now why would I do that, Kimmy?"
The woman couldn't help but take some level of affection for her captive-cum-student-cum-project... huh, that's a lot of cum's; maybe she'd be better named Cumberly? She smirked and touched the numb fingers of the blonde girl.
"Well?"
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"B-because... because you can't do this!"
"Oh, so close."
The woman sighed and shook her head, fishing a new photograph out of her pocket. One of me tied up. In a diaper. With headphones. I remembered that... but it was all just a stupid game. It was for a photo shoot. But as the woman pulled out a pair of earbuds, I knew this was real.
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"I wonder what you were listening to that night? Some pretend game, I'm sure, some cute thing where you still have all the control and where you still get to decide what happens next."
She slipped one earbud into the blonde girls ear and tilted her head thoughtfully, looking her right in the eye.
"This is for real, though, Kimmy. This isn't a game. This is going to change you, rewrite you, alter you, make you better."
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Anxiety welled up inside me. I kicked and thrashed and tried to break free from the bonds of the rope. But in the end, I was nothing but a helpless girl in a wet diaper. The woman slid the second earbud in place and I heard the chiming sounds of... Wheels on the Bus? I looked up at the woman in confusion, and then... then my eyes started to dull. Unfocus. I slipped quietly into the trance.
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Oh, Kimberly, if only you'd been good - if only you'd tried harder. The hypnosis, the conditioning, it wasn't in the repertoire planned for the dumb golded haired girl; but the woman had made a decision when watching her squirm in front of the mirror not so long ago ~ this one was a keeper. This one had promise, a fixer-upper. A pet project. And the wheels on the bus went round and round.
