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Great couple of updates. How far does step mummy take it i wonder. -
By Bradleysexydiapers · Posted
Just checking in to see if there are any abdl Girls who love to wear there diaper’s 24/7 in the Grande Prairie Alberta Canada area I’d love to be your daddy or your other abdl lover shoot me a message or pm me is ok -
UPDATE! MRIs: NO NECROSIS, supposedly a totally torn muscle in my groin! AWESOME! Cervical spine? "SIGNIFICANT DEGRADATION" since my last MRI (March?) and I FEEL it, muscles between my shoulders in CONSTANT spasm...can't sleep at night due to the PAIN being INDESCRIBABLE! Feels like my muscles are TRYING to make my shoulder blades touch! I also have everything fall out of my hands, CONTINUOUSLY! WAY WORSE then even 6 months ago....CAN'T text much on a phone....hands work well so long as I'm using my arms/hands (lifelong professional mechanic...disabled), sold my shop (KILLED ME, but HAD TO!) but I LOVE working, I am amongst the best around and I make AT LEAST $75+/hr/CASH, and have 10x more work than my partner and I can EVER handle! That's good, I CAN'T think about my problems when I am trying to diagnose or repair a vehicle that 10 people butchered before I was called (DRIVES ME INSANE! 95% of "Technicians* should be FIRED INSTANTLY today...glorified parts changers!) , and hands still work when using my arms but CAN'T hold a cell phone, a book, magazine...will fall out of my hands no matter what! I have TREMENDOUS hand/forearm/wrist strength, so that is not the problem. NERVES are INCREDIBLE, and I KNOW with how BAD this has become as fast as it has become I am GRATEFUL I have a new neurosurgeon as the longer this waits, the lower the chances of the nerve damage slowly recovering! Lumbar spine, ALMOST AS BAD........L5/S1 BEYOND destroyed, also now have 2 BADLY BULGING discs and lost 1.1 & 1.7mm on 2 other vertebrae, which is a MASSIVE amount in such a short period of time. FULL incontinence has been worsening for almost (maybe over) 3 years now..went from 3-5 "episodes*/month to 4-8/week! GOD PLEASE NO! I can handle U IC..been living with Neurogenic bladder since 2004 but bowel IC? When home, not thrilled, but easily handled. When asleep? PISSES ME OFF! PAIN wakes me up within 20-90 minutes of going to bed, and I see most sunrises and then, miracuously, I CAN SLEEP! HOW ON EARTH can a MASSIVE amount that is 4" up my back come out of me without waking me up! this is not liquid! This is POOP! THANK GOD I sleep on a pair (staggered, adjustable bed, gravity makes leaks run downhill!) but being I CAN'T SMELL right now, I have NO IDEA until I go to move, and instantly KNOW! 1st time I was upset....tTHEN PSSED OFF, BADLY and now??? Just shake my head, grab a BOS bag, get in the shower, remove dirty diaper, tie off BOS bag (Going to tr Northshore's bags as Adam has been INCREDIBLE to me and so many others in the community! ONE pair of companies in particular can REALLY LEARN something from Northshore, LLMedico etc.!!! NO NEED to name them, everyone who has ever received the wrong size, wrong product already KNOWS exactly how DISGUSTING they are as a supplier! The worst is when shopping? HORRIFYING! Constantly moving to empty parts of the store while being able to see 1 of 2 women who KNOW me,KNOW I have "problems" (I coached the one woman's' 2 sons and her niece in football & 2/3 in wrestling and yes, the niece was an AWESOME wrestler, almost had 50 wins in one season as she won 7 or 8 tournaments including 4 2 day tourneys with as many as 50+ at her weight! The other knows me from friends, both know I am significantly disabled and both obviously can smell! I HIDE in empty parts of the store, move when someone gets within eyesight of me, until they're almost done with no line and they take care of me! They'll see me coming, signaling them, close their lanes, shut off their lights, put up their lane closed sign and if someone is trying to get ahead of me, they lie, tell whoever I am 1st as my last milk or whatever was leaking, so they have to wait on me 1st and they're closing after me. I AM SO GRATEFUL TO BOTH, as I NEED sinus surgery (OCT 6th!) which is MAJOR..last time I had this in late 04 or early 05, ICU, intubated for 6 days, 2 more weeks hospitalized afterwards due to my autoimmune issues WILDLY flaring EVERY SINGLE TIME I have invasive surgery! Spinal surgery is FAR WORSE, have wound up INCAPABLE of moving below my waist anywhere from 2 1/2 days to 20+....can't move, can't wiggle my toes but HOLY SHIT do I FEEL PAIN! To date, I have had over a dozen spinal surgeries (never anything "major", most invasive was a pain pump implant which allowed me to go from a walker/wheelchair to a cane on most days..I can even go short distances without a cane on HOT/HUMID days (LOVE 90+++), sadly haven't seen much of that this summer! I feel half human when it is HOT/HUMID! My Family all live within 9 miles as do 90% of my TRUE friends (literally over 2 dozen! BLESSED!).....all within a half hour, most MUCH closer so SADLY, I am kind of STUCK as my entire support system is HERE! When I am unable to move below my waist, I SUFFER TREMENDOUSLY! When they have to bathe me, change my diaper....move me...I am always on 2mg IV Dilaudid anywhere from every 90-120 minutes (Missing 2/3 of the pain med receptors in my brain, and score"off the charts" as a "HYPER METABOLIZER" which EVERY DR. who operates on me MUST KNOW IN ADVANCE...I carry those test results with me, 1st done in '12, repeated more recently ('23, I THINK, much more specific/comprehensive) which list ALL of the receptors I lack (VA calls this their "PHASER" test) and I DEMAND the Dr. CALLS my non VA PCP & non VA Rheumatologist as BOTH have been with me since 10-11 months after life as I knew it slammed into a wall on Jan 18, 2004, head on at 300mph....PLUS my VA Pain MGMT. Team, as ALL will not only confirm what I tell them IS 100% TRUE, but will explain to them exactly what they've WITNESSED with their own two eyes as both told me that NO ONE will believe this until they witness this! AWESOME! I got into a WAR with my last Neurosurgeon, as he told me "that's impossible" and then proceeded to blame my Dr's, my Pain Mgmt.Drs, the VA, ME! I lost it after that appt, Cried in a RAGE within 1/2 mile of leaving, bent my steering wheel so badly it could not be turned! NO IDEA HOW, NO MEMORY OF THAT...THANK GOD travel with tools, 1 of which is a 42" Snap-On Pry Bar...so I was able to get it too where i could safely drive it but HAD TO replace my steering wheel & Airbag! I have not been able to cry (even when I was MAD AT MYSELF for not being able to, in 35, 40 years? That guy DECIMATED MY LIFE for over a month and I LOVE he has problems now with the Board of Directors! I asked them IF I could have 3 minutes alone with him in a locked room, but they declined my offer LOL.....I may be a shell of what I once was, but 7 1/2 years wrestling and 15 more as a coach? I like my chances, especially with my hand and leg strength still being WELL above average! I'D PAY to be locked in a room with this ULTRA ARROGANT, MALICIOUS son of a BITCH! I can't understand HOW someone decimates you SO BADLY,, you CAN'T EAT! As soon as I was called by the Supervisor (have his name and number now...he was in Alaska for 3 weeks, thus the delay NOT hearing anything) but after hearing from him, being told the other guy "has problems" and I have a NEW neurosurgeon, an appt on 8/20? Felt like the weight of the world was removed from my shoulders and I WAS HUNGRY! Granted, I can't eat HALF what I used to...but I'm AIMING to have o excess body fat again...don't know I will ever get there...I am lighter now than I was when I got sick (well, WAS, may be when I POOP!) but have at least 20-25 more to go to lean out...something I worked my ASS OFF FOR from the age of 12 until I got sick weeks before my 34th birthday. By 37, Osteoporosis in my spine (and ONLY in my spine???) and my once "DEFORMED" body no longer looked amazing anymore! I AM SO THRILLED they record all appts (have to consent to it at the start of each appt!) and the supervisor NEVER heard a more "UNPROFESSIONAL" appt in his 30+ years, 1st time he EVER had to "kick it upstairs", which meant the board of directors @ Jefferson University Hospital and this guy NEVER had 1 complaint in 15-20 years, now there's over a dozen since my appt on July 1st (I went from July 1st to Aug 4th with ZERO appetite! COULD NOT EAT, WAS NOT HUNGRY, lost 27lbs (I've been losing weight as hard as a disabled/half crippled guy can! I've been losing (3-5lbs/month since I began working with a Nutritionist, including losing 8lbs last winter, 1st winter since I got sick on Jan 18, 2004 I LOST WEIGHT in the winter as I FREQUENTLY CAN'T even get out of bed in the winter, cold fronts KILL ME...so those WARM winter days everyone loves, KILL ME when the temp drops 15-50 degrees within 24-48 hours! I've lost as much as 45lbs from May-end of Sept and ALWAYS put most or all of it back on every winter.....AWESOME when your wife (no longer lives here, NOT YET divorced, she has TREMENDOUS debt, her inheritance will negate this!) but she is a HUGE Narcissist, when my kids were little, she moved my hospital bed from the living room to the basement, even though I was unable to stand/walk and when I asked her HOW THE FUCK am I getting up/down the stairs, she told me "NOT MY PROBLEM"!!!! She'd HEAR ME SCREAMING for help when I had to go to the bathroom...would wait until I had a dirty diaper, bring my young sons down, have them point and laugh at me...They were way too young to understand, I don't blame them...gives you an idea WHO I married! I CAN'T WAIT until she is no longer an integral part of my life! WOULD HAD divorce in 2005, but learned I stood NO CHANCE of gaining custody of my sons, so I took YEARS of emotional, verbal and physical abuse, and have PTSD (1 of 3 PTSD diagnoses') and WOW did she make my life MISERABLE! I am HOPING to meet someone NORMAL! WILL do this, I have little problems getting dates, just 3 alcoholics and a QUEEN found me in the past year and NO! NO WAY IN HELL! WHY are women with great personalities so hard to find??? IF NOT FOR MY SONS??? I'd build a time machine and tell her to FUCK OFF! THAT GREAT! Shame I'd have sons not who they are today! So, I live with learning who she REALLY is, but NOT UNTIL I got sick, my monstrous build had 92lbs added to it in under 3 years from HIGH dose steroids, was as high as 324! I am 231 now, gained 3lbs since Aug 4th (have not gone to the bathroom since Monday, so likely 2+ lbs less but I ate next to nothing for over a month, Dr's were yelling at me, was given samples of protein shakes but even then? 8 all month....NO APPETITE, PERIOD! THANK GOD I NEVER will see that MOTHER F***** again, NEW Neurosurgeon, appt on Aug 20th, likely spinal reconstruction surgery in Nov/Dec as was the original plan! My apologies for the "colorful" language...IF AN ISSUE, I will edit this...HARD to write politely when the PAIN is literally ER level, but it is ER level EVERY SINGLE NIGHT! I have top tier pain meds, but there's NO HOPE with oral meds with this kind of pain.....IV pain meds are the ONLY meds that can control this...and I SO HATE ERs as chronic pain patients, EVEN FULLY DISABLED VETERANS, PAY for the sins of others and are INSTANTLY treated as "drug seekers" and I REFUSE to be treated as such, and REALLY do not feel like being arrested for knocking out a Dr's teeth! Again, IF AN ISSUE, please say so, I'll "clean it up" tomorrow as my pain during the day is controllable with oral pain meds, and I am able to think more clearly and NOT curse as much! The truth is I am TERRIFIED of spinal reconstruction surgery, especially as instead of 6-8 levels, I may now need 2 discectomies AND 2-3 more levels reconstructed! First ff, I CAN WALK NOW! Yes, it HURTS, but I am able! Second, my body goes INSANE (autoimmune that lines up with ZERO known autoimmune diseases, I have a 24/7/365 "headache" that is NO headache, NO Migraine! Feels exactly as if there is something inside of my skull, trying to drive my eyeballs out of their sockets! It is as good as it ever will be in the heat, but from early-mid october through April (this year was almost June!) I SUFFER, HORRIFICALLY! KNOW I LIKELY end up feeling better than I have in DECADES...but between the day of the surgery and then? My "headache" will be OFF THE CHARTS the instant I wake up and remain there for weeks to months....I am afraid of blowing my 20_ days incapable of moving below my waist OUT OF THE WATER as all of my inflammation markers SKYROCKET, and I can't have repeated doses of Methylprednisolone any longer or even oral Prednisone due to osteoporosis in my spine! SO.........IV pain meds that are NEVER enough post op for at least a few weeks! PAIN BEYOND WHAT I CAN ARTICULATE! Pray for me! I NEED IT! I know many need it, I am willing t share it with them...there's enough to go around! I am NOT a "church guy" (nothing but megachurches near me, plus I CAN'T go as I can't sleep until sunrise, usually wake up at 10:30-11, and that is not enough, so 3-5x/month my body revols and I sleep until mid to late afternoon, which I DETEST as that is a wasted day! ANYWAY...NOT a "GREAT" update, except for the no Necrosis part although my Dr's told me eventually, I likely face that regardless...but a completely torn muscle doesn't sound like fun! THE MRI changes SCARE ME, as WOW did this DRAMATICALLY accelerate! Believe me, I can feel it HORRIBLY! I have to look on the bright side though...I learn when I have surgery next week! My sinuses will be fixed (again) and HOPEFULLY, I CAN SMELL AGAIN! Looking forward to that part! I miss the smell of right before a thunderstorm on a hot, humid day,. I miss the smell of me melting the tires off of my 600+ HP Monte Carlo, especially when running CAMII race fuel, even though my drag racing days on the track are WAY BACK in my rearview mirror! I still buy that when I find it just so I can smell it, and now? I CAN'T! I also believe I found a new home here! Many of my friends have come or are coming, I have "met" some GREAT people, REALLY impressed as everything I had heard that kept me from being a "regular" here is proving to be "misguided"! I will be a REGULAR here forever I believe! I also am LIKELY coaching youth football again (26 yrs total, 7 on the HS level, the rest youth ball) as a new team needs a coach for the little guys and I have coached 5-7 yr olds before, and I learned at least as much from them as I was able to teach...and it gives me a purpose again! I TRULY ENJOY coaching, and I am VERY GOOD at it! Now, I have to see IF I can convince some of my former assistant coaches to "come out of retirement" as 100% NEED 2-4 assistant coaches, depending on how many kids are on the team as I am 100% about making my weakest link stronger, and REFUSE TO ALLOW "DADDY BALL". where the QB is only the QB because DADDY coaches. NOT ON MY TEAM...NOT NOW NOT EVER! Every single player will be placed in the position that most benefits the TEAM, and I am GREAT at building a TEAM.....wins/losses are my least concern...IF I do a good enough job, we will win, period! If not? We will HAVE FUN! Too many people forget these kids will never remember games won/lost, but WILL 100% remember they learned, and HAD FUN! Looking forward to this...meet on Sunday! APPRECIATE the comments, well wishes and prayers! THANK ALL OF YOU! CptKirk -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Okay, I think we're a little out of sync here, as the corresponding chapter of The Last New Start (107) has already gone past quite a while ago. But I hope that doesn't detract from the story. 102. My Disappointment That guy’s name was Isaac. I had remembered it in the middle of the afternoon after I visited his shop. If anyone had been paying attention, they would have seen me look up from my computer and mutter “Isaac. Damn.” in the middle of an otherwise busy afternoon of typing. But a bunch of people in our office were off doing all kinds of administrative tasks, and the only person who was paying me any kind of attention was Carter. I’d started wondering if she was up to something, the way she kept giving me sideways glances when she didn’t think I was looking. But I quickly dismissed that; spoiled little rich kid couldn’t have any skills in subterfuge. She was probably just feeling guilty about how much time she had spent answering messages on her phone lately, and knew I was the only one who paid enough attention to notice what she was doing aside from her work. Her distractions had reduced slightly over the last week, but she was still on her phone a lot more than I had seen last year, and that made me worry. Over the following week, I’d occasionally remembered the skinny old guy’s name, reassuring myself that I would know it when I actually got to see him again. I’d also read up all the news about the New Ark comic series that Ffrances had seemed so interested in. The original series was a standalone comic consisting of three parts, named bronze, silver, and gold. It had later been rewritten as a part of the Millhouse Underground universe, and that was why Ffrances was talking about it now. MK had apparently been working on a third version of the same story, a reboot which fleshed out some of the background characters and reintroduced details from the original Ark series that had been dropped in the first rewrite. The third part, Unbroken Ring, was based on the older Golden Ark comics, but it was rumoured the revised edition would also add new backstory to Cerberus Shark’s long-dead cousin; who I had recently encountered when I started reading that Canon Flash book. That made me wonder if the new ‘Gold Ring’, as the fans had taken to calling it, was going to include more than a few hints about the upcoming movie. That wasn’t the important part. What really mattered was that this was something Ffrances really wanted; and supplies were extremely limited. It would be a perfect gift for her, if my industry connections could help me secure a copy. Of course, it wasn’t a straight up case of asking the guys from Claughton, even if they would like to help. Because Claughton Innovative was sponsoring and promoting the movies, but didn’t have direct access to the comics market. If I wanted to be sure of getting one of the rare issues that I needed, the only option was to find something Isaac wanted from the movie people, and then ingratiate myself into the production far enough that I would be able to get it. That sounded like a lot of effort. More subterfuge would be needed; it would likely be even tougher than the hoops I’d had to jump through to make Tess my little. But I knew it would be worth it if I could pull it off. And I was already thinking about who I could talk to, and how I could set up events the way I wanted. It helped that SYL was doing just about every kind of administration and logistics for Claughton now, so we might almost be the same company. And I knew there were a few people on the CI side who had been impressed when they met my family at the secret premiere. If I just kept my wits about me and did my best to understand the people around me and what they wanted, I could find exactly what I needed. I was distracted from that train of thought when a notification popped up in the corner of my screen. It was an application called ZoneWatcher, which I’d set up to alert me when there was movement visible on one of the webcams I had left at home. I wanted to know what Ffrances and Tess were talking about when I wasn’t there. Just in case I found out that all my efforts were futile; although there was no way I could believe that. I wanted to understand how they were feeling, so I could ensure that all my plans would go smoothly. They were in the kitchen now, fixing something quick for dinner. I’d said that I might be home late again, and I fully expected to have a short break for a burger or something rather than a proper meal. Ffrances knew her way around the kitchen better than I did, I suspected, and Tess was more than happy to help. I would have told her that she didn’t need to, because it didn’t seem appropriate for a little to be doing cooking and chores. But if I tried to imagine her as a real child, asking to help out when she didn’t know how, I could see it would be a lot of fun for her. “… I could do with a break from stress tonight,” Tess was saying. “Everything seems to have landed at once. I mean, I’m coping… but…” “It happens to all of us,” Ffrances comforted her. “And we all have our ways to unwind. I think that’s what it is for a lot of littles. Not needing to think about all those things in your future. Just having fun with the toys at hand, and you don’t need to think about Mr Mason or anything else. Right?” “I guess,” Tess blushed a little as she answered. “But I’d feel bad about enjoying myself when there’s things I’m responsible for. But maybe a little break, I might take that.” “I think Gabby already tried to use that as an excuse, didn’t she? Sometimes when you’ve got the world on your shoulders, you’ll refuse to take a break because you feel obliged to keep on going, and that’s when you need somebody else to tell you that you’re working too hard.” “Somebody who’ll see that I’m neglecting my health and just tell me I have to…. Like somebody I trust to tell me that I have to regress. I mean, I can see some people would need that, but I don’t think it’s for me. If I’m pushing myself it’s because I enjoy the responsibility. It makes me feel alive, and I think the most I need would be a short break. Maybe I’ve got a problem, there’s proof enough for that, but I don’t feel stressed. I guess Gabby must be right. She said she was going to make me regress if she thought I needed it. When we gave her the ultimatum. And I told her that’s never going to happen. Or… well…” “I wish somebody would do that for me sometimes,” Ffrances laughed. “We’re on an easy bit at work now. But over Christmas, when I came home completely shattered, there was always a part of me hoping that she’d push me into being a baby like she does for you. Just so I don’t have to be in charge of everything and making all the decisions at home as well. But, well… you know Gabby. I love her, but she thinks too much of me. She never imagines for a second that I’m struggling with the pressure. And that confidence is lovely, but…” “But you just want to be her little girl once in a while. For a break.” “Yeah. But you’re distracting me now, aren’t you? You were talking about being forced to take a break when you’re too proud to accept it. Being pushed into littlespace because you won’t admit how much you need it. Did you tell her that’s unacceptable, or not?” “I don’t think I’d ever need that. I thrive on pressure. And of all the times I’ve been little, the part I enjoyed most was looking after you. But I don’t know psychology, and I don’t know what my emotional state looks like from the outside. So I had to admit that someday, maybe, there’ll be a time it would help me. Not having the choice. So I said… I can’t remember exactly what it was. But now, I think we should say that a decision like that needs input from people close to me, and who can see every side of my life. So you can regress me when I say so, or when… I guess that’s another reason I wanted Spike to understand all this. Everything that’s going on in my life now, all the things I feel like I have to keep secret, I’ve confided in him or you. Both for a lot of stuff. So I promised that if he agrees I need a break, I won’t refuse. If Gabby wants to force me to be a kid because she thinks I’m stressing, she needs both you and Spike to agree to it.” I vaguely remembered that conversation, and I was playing it back in my mind now. This time, hearing her explain it again to Ffrances, I started to feel like I understood where she was coming from. It wasn’t like she was trying to be all independent, like it had first seemed. It was because I couldn’t really see what was going on in her school life, and what her friends were saying. Perhaps if she came home and vented about some teacher picking on her, all she needed was to get it out of her system, and I didn’t need to worry. It would need people on both sides of her life to be sure how something was really affecting her. I just wish she’d chosen someone more reliable than that boy. And Ffrances as well, I couldn’t believe what she had just said. Why had she never said that to me? She must have known for a couple of years that I wanted a little, but the only times she’d mentioned it she’d made it seem like a joke. But the things she was saying, about using it as a contrast to the stress of work, that was something I had read quite a lot about. It was the motivation for a lot of people who wanted to be young again, especially the non-sexual littles. If she could speak about it so eloquently, then perhaps she was wondering if regression could help her. Had she really been exploring a genuine interest, and just passing it off as something she was doing to help Tess accept the role? I realised after a second that I was spacing out, and hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation on my screen. I needed to listen, so that I could decide whether to keep on working and let them enjoy themselves, or to head home and come in early tomorrow instead. “… rather keep my adult sensibilities right now,” Tess was saying. “I mean yeah, it might be a way to blow off steam. And I’m really looking forward to you-know-what. But if I’m feeling little, sometimes I stay a little giggly for the rest of the evening, sometimes into the morning. Not good when you need to be giving an explanation to a head of year first thing in the morning. I’d rather be sure that I’m two hundred percent on the ball. This is such a big deal, you know, if I screw it up the repercussions could be bouncing around all the way to graduation.” That was enough. I didn’t need to listen to any more of that. I knew that I needed to be home to talk to Tess, and that I needed to make sure that this problem was resolved correctly. Raybridge High didn’t divide the students into houses, so the heads of year were the ultimate source of authority and discipline for the students; the people in charge. If Tess had done something serious enough to warrant their attention, then I needed to be there in place of her parents, and I couldn’t believe that she’d let it get this far without even telling me. I wrapped up my work as quickly as possible, and it was a real effort of will to adhere to the speed limit the whole way home. When I came through the door, I still didn’t know what I was going to say. But I knew that I had to get the truth out of her, and make sure she knew that she needed the help of an adult in times like this. “Hi babe,” Ffrances was still in the kitchen, apparently warming up another portion of curry for me. “You look tense. Here, let me…” She started to massage my shoulders, and then I felt her breath on my ear as she commanded: “Relax. Drop now.” She lowered me into one of the chairs at the kitchen table as my legs were suddenly too weak to stand and my eyes closed. “Now, you look stressed, and I’d like you to relax. And Tess has had a bit of a rough day, so you need to let her relax too. Don’t interrupt her homework, because she has a big day tomorrow and wants to get an early night. I am so proud of her. She’s going to sleep in the spare room, so she can feel as adult as possible, and I’ve already told her not to have an accident, just to be sure. So if she has time to chat, you are not to mention regression, you are not to use any of her triggers, and you are limited to topics she has already shown that she is willing to share with you, understand? And I’m driving her to school in the morning, so I’ll be filling in the whiteboard to let you have a little lie in. Is that good?” She meant the magnetic whiteboard on the door to my room. Occasionally Ffrances would write a time I had to be in bed by, or the time I was allowed to wake up. And no matter what I tried, it was impossible for me to defy those instructions once I had seen them. It made me feel so subservient, knowing that I couldn’t even set an alarm to wake myself in the early hours if I wanted to. It had never been a problem; but now, when I knew that I needed to be awake before Tess went out, it was the kind of chain that I needed to escape. There was only one thing that I could say. “Yes, Mistress.” -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
Hypnosis Doesn't Work Like That!, my first popular story. Now pending a rewrite before I can share it again; because the first few chapters don't really fit. A couple of minor characters from that story get properly developed in this one.
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