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By Lionsheart · Posted
Chapter 14: The Humiliation Addict Emma was finally spaced of boredom as sat through three meetings in the corner of the large office room until she was dismissed to lunch. She had a real lunch break that she immediately left the office, walking to the Chipotle nearby. It took 10 minutes to get her food and she ate in her own little world, taking a moment to breathe outside of Chad’s intense proximity. When she came back to work and walked down the balcony area, Derek called her over, “Hey, Gabby! Chad’s in a meeting in his office. He said for you to shadow me the rest of the day.” “Oh, okay.” Emma nodded, walking over to his office. He smiled handsomely to her as she walked in and she saw the second swivel chair already rolled in, “Sit, get comfortable. Go on your phone if you want, I really don’t care.” He said after closing the door. Emma looked to Derek, staring at him for a moment as he sat and looked to her, confused why she was staring, “Is this a test?” She asked, setting down her purse and crossing her arms. Derek rose his thick black eyebrows with a frown, “We have nice management in our office, believe it or not. I promise I won’t make you stare at nothing while I work like Chad does.” He winked with a smile. Emma blushed at the thought of Derek knowing what really happened that morning. She nodded, hesitantly taking out her phone as Derek went into his email. Emma quietly slid her eyes over to him after 15 minutes, knowing he was her first victim. He was the one of two executives to click the phishing link. Emma hadn’t done much digging on Derek yet but she would over the weekend. But why did he have to be so damn nice? She thought, sitting and playing her dragon hatching game on her phone. Derek looked to her, “So, how’s your first month going here?” His light green eyes sliding to her. Emma sat up a smidge, putting down her phone as she shrugged, “It’s good. Everyone’s been nice.” Her mask was back on, grinning authentically like she practiced. Derek chuckled, “Yes, everyone is extremely pleasant, especially Chad I’m sure.” Emma tilted her head as if she didn’t already know, “What makes you say that?” Derek suppressed a smile, “He’s had a history of assistants quitting or he fires them. It’s impressive you’ve made it 3 weeks. That means he must like you.” Emma felt her pulse quicken as Derek said ‘he must like you’. Was liking a spanking in Chad language? Well, fuck her then. “Well, it helps he was gone last week.” She said in candid reply, moss green eyes shifting, “Can I ask you a question?” “Shoot.” He said, going back to his email. “How many assistants have made it past a few weeks?” How often did Chad hire and do this to women? Jealousy bubbled in her chest, thinking of the fact he could be rotating assistants like a fast-food restaurant. Derek paused his typing, thinking for a moment, “Hm, I think only one made it that long.” Brittney was the only one that made it that far? She knew that Brittney lasted 4 months from what Brittney told her before her first day. Emma swallowed, going back to playing a puzzle to hatch more dragons. “I guess I’d be considered a seasoned worker then.” She mumbled as Derek grinned to her. “You’re funny, you know.” He said, with a bit of flirtation she picked up from his voice. Emma gave a small smile, going back to her phone. After a few minutes of him typing, she looked to his pictures in his office, seeing his wedding photo with his and his wife. A picture of him, his golden retriever dog, and his wife on a hike smiling as they sat next to that one. Ah, a cheater maybe, Emma thought to herself. Emma knew he was one of her targets for a reason. Derek seemed a bit too nice to her, after all. Emma left work at 4PM, going home and straight to her computer. She was waiting until the weekend to dig deeper into Derek’s personal data, but now she was curious. After an hour of reverse searching his personal email and finding his accounts associated with it, she began digging into his accounts. She got through to his iCloud and iMessage, going through his messages. She squinted in confusion, seeing his wife Sarah’s chat and then she saw another girl he seemed to be flirting with. She shook her head in disgust, “Men.” She scoffed, going into his Instagram DM’s next, scrolling through his feed and seeing girls in cosplay and fairy wear. Some were obvious OnlyFans accounts. She checked his DM’s, finding the first piece of blackmail in a recent chat from that week. A cheater was easy for her to blackmail with a few screenshots. It was even easier since his username was literally his initials and random numbers. Emma gulped, seeing his dick pic. It wasn’t a bad one by any means, she thought tilting her head. Her mind wandering to Chad, wondering how he looked down there. Emma swallowed, feeling herself heated again down there at the thought of Chad and getting spanked earlier. Her mind went to daydreaming him fingering her and fucking her after. Her brain kept wandering and she worked herself up, feeling really horny. “Ugh, fuck it.” She said, closing her laptop and grabbing her vibrator in her drawer. She had to get her excitement out, it was a long tease without release with Chad and she could barely stand it. After a few orgasms, Emma chalked up her heightened excitement to not orgasming in a while… which was entirely inaccurate considering she touched herself over the weekend but, eh, she’d use it as an excuse to make herself feel better and sleep at night. Emma logged out of all the accounts after her me-time session and put her blackmail on Derek in a folder for safe-keeping. She sighed, taking a picture on her phone and sending it to Graham in text message: What’s your rating on this one? She grabbed her book on her side table, going to open it as her phone flashed at Graham’s text: OH FUCK ME, DADDY. Emma threw her head back in hysterical laughter as her phone lit up again: 9/10 could use some manscaping tbh. Is this Mr. CEO’s dick pic? Emma bit her lip, typing: I wish. She sent the text, surprised at herself to send her thoughts so candidly. She usually had to be drunk to voice her thoughts. Her phone began ringing, she picked up, “Hey, whatsup?” Graham said, “How’s the assignment going? You haven’t updated Bailey in a hot second since you began the assignment.” Emma sighed, pulling on her sweatshorts drawstring, “Well, this is probably the hardest fucking assignment I’ve had. I should have asked for a 50% commission. The CEO is a control freak. The other executives are cold, besides one who was incredibly nice. Come to find out he’s cheating on his wife with, get this-“ She paused. “Uh-huh I’m ready for it.” “5 women and one man he’s talking too.” Emma said as Graham went silent on the other line. “Well, fuck Emma. What’s his username? I’ll follow him right fucking now and slide into those DM’s.” Graham said, practically begging her. “Ewww! Graham!! He’s speaking to like so many people. Aren’t you worried about STD’s?” She giggled at Graham’s groan on the other side of the phone. “Fine, you just get a good fuck from the hot CEO and let me know how it is.” Graham said dejectedly. Emma said, “I am not fucking him, like ever. He’s really… a lot. I’ll be lucky if I make it another week.” Graham teased, “Uhuh, I’m sure. You’re crushing though, I can tell.” Emma’s mouth fell in a line, “Whatever. Bailey set me up though, I’m pissed at her.” “How’d she set you up?” “There’s only been one assistant that’s made it more than a month in the office. I have a 6-month minimum contract. Like, what in the actual fuck is this assignment?” Emma said with an edge to her voice. Graham howled, “Woah, woah, woah. 1 month no assistant has made it? Why?” “Because he’s intense as fuck! I had to sit for an hour and a half and stare at his clock and desk as training today. Literally was given nothing to do and not allowed to use my phone. I was literally saved from dying of boredom by a few meetings.” If she could even tell Graham what had actually happened that day before that, Graham would have convinced her to quit. She decided to keep the part before to herself. “What? It sounds like he put you in timeout. Were you a bad girl?” He teased as Emma blushed at the thought and only if he knew how many belittling remarks she got everyday from Chad. The thought dawned on her then that made her blush. Was she actually put in timeout? She wondered if Chad did that on purpose today. She felt that swirl of arousal in her lower region again. What the fuck was her problem today?! She thought to herself, shifting in bed. Emma sighed, “I was 15 minutes late this morning because my charger died and my phone alarm didn’t go off.” “Ooof, but you’re always late to our office by like an hour. I’m surprised you manage to be on time for assignment work.” Graham said. “Nope, I don’t go late to assignments. The commission makes me wake up early.” “I know we aren’t allowed to talk commissions but what ballpark are we talking here? Like over 50K or under?” “Over.” Emma said. Graham whistled, “Well, girl get it. Suck some dick if you have to for that paycheck.” “You know I’ve never and don’t plan to start now.” Emma said with annoyance. “I’ve considered quitting every day, Graham.” “Bailey would probably let you go if you did. The agency is barely getting clients these past weeks. Kiara really tarnished our reputation.” “Well, I guess it’s all or nothing then.” Emma said, sighing. “Yup. I’ll be honest with you, I’m looking for a new job. Bailey’s let go of Sandy. I think I’m next.” Emma sat up, “What? She let go of Sandy?” “Yes. Kiara leaked some information to the police and it sounds like the company that had the privacy breach is looking to sue the Agency.” “We’ve never been sued though.” Emma said, frowning. “Yeah, it’s not looking good, Emmie.” He paused, “You may want to talk to your client and ask for a direct payout instead. I’ll keep you in on the company gossip.” “That’s a breach of contract with the Agency though. Bailey would kill me.” “Well, if the Agency gets exposed, I don’t think there’s a contract that legitimate anymore anyways.” Emma’s eyes shifted to her fuzzy light pink blanket on her bed in stress, “Well, I guess there’s that too.” “If it heads south quick, I’ll delete your employment records and mine. We’ll be fine, find some regular job. You’re good at administrative work I’ve heard, I’m sure you’ll find something.” Graham said, his smile apparent over the phone. Emma groaned, “Whatever. Well, just keep me updated since I’m out of the loop.” “You got it, I’ll talk to you some other time. We’re still doing dinner and a movie Friday, right?” “Right.” Emma said with a sigh, “Night Graham.” “Night Emmie, hope you live another day with your new hot manager.” Graham teased. Emma sighed, hanging up and her mind playing back getting spanked earlier that day. Emma groaned at her annoying body that was tingling at the thoughts of Chad again. She grabbed her vibrator with a blush, embarrassed to touch herself another time that day but she needed release from the sexual tension. If not, she'd be a hot mess. Emma had a few thoughts that cycled her brain that night. She didn't know what the future would look like, but knew the day’s events tired her out to the point of exhaustion for a deep slumber when she finally slept. Things were only getting started, with her hacking phase 2 soon to roll out and with Chad revealing his dominant side in full intensity, things were about to get more interesting in the office. The thought she could shake was that deep dark part of her being had experienced something that day that made her restless with thoughts and the ghost of tingling from the humiliation. She felt like an addict who took the first dose of the substance they'd become addicted too for life, even if it killed them. She'd like to think this addiction was a healthy one, yet that was still undecided. Emma realized, prior to finally falling asleep, that the addictive substance was the humiliation, embarrassment and control that only Chad could give her. She got her first dose and craved more, so much more. -
By justforfun · Posted
Falling Down I stared at the ceiling of Abby's old room, the glow-in-the-dark stars she'd stuck up there years ago were now faded and peeling. The house creaked around me, every sound amplified in the emptiness. I reached for my beer on the nightstand, grimacing as I realized it was empty. Again. How had it come to this? I was exiled to my daughter's childhood bedroom, drowning my sorrows in cheap beer while my wife slept alone down the hall. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the dull throb in my temples and the gnawing emptiness in my chest. The first few weeks after Abby left for college had been... challenging. Emily and I had tried to keep busy, to focus on the positives. "Think of all the time we'll have for ourselves," she'd said, a forced cheeriness in her voice. But as the days wore on, the silence in the house became oppressive. I started having a beer or two in the evenings to take the edge off. Just to help me sleep, I told myself. But two became four, became six, and soon I was stumbling to bed most nights, much to Emily's growing frustration. "Greg," she'd say, her voice tight with barely contained anger, "it's 3 AM. Can you please try not to wake the entire neighborhood?" I'd mumble an apology, knowing full well I'd do it again the next night. And the next. And the next. The fact that I worked from home just enabled the situation, as I had no reason to get out of the house or to be any more presentable than was required for a video conference. My commute was a morning stumble down the hall to my office, and then an afternoon stumble from my office to the refrigerator. Maybe I'd use the shower on the way at some point. The bathroom trips were the worst. I'd wake up every couple of hours, bladder painfully full, and stumble to the toilet. Each time, I'd feel Emily's disapproving gaze burning into my back as I returned to bed. One particularly bad night, after I'd tripped over the laundry basket for the third time, Emily sat up in bed, flicking on the lamp. The sudden light made me wince. "That's it," she said, her voice cold and final. "I can't do this anymore, Greg. If you're going to act like a child, you can sleep in a child's room." "What?" I blinked at her, my alcohol-addled brain struggling to keep up. "You heard me," Emily continued, pointing towards the door. "Go sleep in Abby's room. At least there, your constant bathroom trips won't keep me up all night." I wanted to argue, to defend myself, but the words wouldn't come. Instead, I grabbed my pillow and shuffled out of our bedroom, feeling every bit the chastised child Emily was treating me as. That was three nights ago. Three nights of tossing and turning in Abby's bed, which she claimed to be too small for her but more than big enough for me, surrounded by the remnants of her childhood. Three nights of Emily's silence at breakfast, her disappointment palpable across the kitchen table. The mattress protector crinkled beneath me with every movement, a constant reminder of my fall from grace. I was exiled to my daughter's room while I acted like a sullen teenager myself. I couldn't help but chuckle darkly at the symbolism. Here I was, a grown man lying on a bed meant to protect against accidents, while I pissed away my marriage one beer at a time. "You've really outdone yourself this time, Greg," I muttered to the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. They stared back, unimpressed. I heard Emily's footsteps in the hallway and held my breath, hoping she'd pass by. No such luck. She appeared in the doorway, her face a mask of disappointment and frustration. "I see you're hard at work solving the world's problems," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I raised my beer in a mock toast. "Just doing my part to support the local brewery. Someone's got to keep the economy going." Emily's eyes narrowed. "And I suppose your liver is just collateral damage?" "Hey, I'm nothing if not self-sacrificing," I shot back, taking another swig. She shook her head, a mix of anger and sadness in her eyes. "You know, Greg, when I imagined us as empty nesters, this wasn't quite what I had in mind. I thought we'd travel, take up new hobbies. Instead, I'm living with an immature child again, only this time he's balding and can legally buy alcohol." Her words stung, but I was too far gone to care. "Well, surprise! Life's full of disappointments. At least I'm consistent." Emily's shoulders sagged. "I don't even know who you are anymore, Greg. The man I married wouldn't... wouldn't do this to himself. To us." The door slammed behind her, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the ever-present crinkle of the mattress cover. I thought about Abby, probably sleeping soundly in her dorm room. Her mattress protector was silent, adult – a symbol of her growth and independence. Meanwhile, here I was, her father, reduced to sleeping on a bed that crinkled with every move. The nights stretched on, each one a carbon copy of the last. Drink, stumble, crinkle, repeat. Emily's attempts to reach me grew less frequent, her patience wearing thin. One particularly bad night, after I'd tripped over a pile of Abby's old stuffed animals for the third time on my way to the bathroom, I caught sight of myself in her mirror. The man staring back at me was a stranger - bloated, bleary-eyed, with a scraggly beard that would make a hobo proud. "Well, well, well," I slurred at my reflection. "If it isn't Father of the Year. Tell me, Greg, how does it feel to be living proof that evolution can go in reverse?" The reflection didn't answer, but the stuffed animals seemed to judge me silently from their perches on the shelves. "Oh, don't look at me like that," I grumbled at a particularly judgmental-looking teddy bear. "You try dealing with an empty house and a wife who looks at you like you're something she scraped off her shoe." I stumbled back to bed, the mattress protector crinkling loudly in protest. As I lay there, staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but wonder how I'd ended up here. When had I become this person? This sad, pathetic excuse for a husband? After another hour of staring at the stars on the ceiling, I felt I needed to pee. Again. Screw this. If she’s going to treat me as a child, then she can deal with it. Old yearnings and needs not fully explored or met, slowly rose from the hidden depths where they had been stashed. Something that I needed. Something needed to break the cycle. Something that wanted to push back against, well, everything. So I released my bladder. It felt warm, evoking hidden memories from my childhood. It was somehow familiar and comfortable. I fell into a deep sleep. -
By A Little Hypnosis LLC · Posted
Hello everyone! I’m Kenneth, a Certified Hypnotherapist, and I help run A Little Hypnosis LLC alongside my husband. my Daddy, and I’m his baby boy. Together, we specialize in ABDL and general kink hypnotherapy, offering everything from emotional regulation to little space support, incontinence hypnosis, and beyond. We’re both proud members of this amazing community, and we love what we do—helping people feel, be, and become their best. So I wanted to offer up this opportunity for you all to ask some of the questions many of you have rolling around in the backs of your minds. Whether hypnosis focused or maybe even some personal questions, is completely up to you.
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