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With George and Nick safely upstairs Sarah and Kirsty enter the garage. Sarah starts to find out exactly what Kirsty means by a "hands-on" education. --- This part of the story has been available on my Patreon page for the last week and for just $5 a month you can see each and every public story update one week before the rest of the world. For $10 you get the early access plus exclusive Patreon only stories that are never released publicly. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 --- A big thank you to each and every person who is a patron to me. It helps out a lot with me and Alice paying bills and allows me to keep writing as much as I do. 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When she opened the door she saw Sarah casually touching some of the equipment. As soon as the door opened Kirsty saw Sarah jump and her hand flew to her side. She was practically standing at attention. It was kind of funny to Kirsty but she worked hard not to break her dominatrix character. “Oh Sarah… I always thought you would make a great sub. I saw how curious you always were with my things, I always wished you would’ve asked about them.” Kirsty said with a smile, “You’d need a proper master or mistress though, not Nick. Nick brought out the dominant side in you and that says a lot about him…” Sarah didn’t reply. She didn’t move but knew she was a little red in the face, she disagreed with her friend but didn’t want to contradict her. Sarah wondered what Kirsty had planned, this wasn’t what she had expected to happen. She had expected to be taking notes or something but here she was in Kirsty’s domain. “I’m sorry that I let you hurt Nick.” Kirsty continued, “I’m sorry I didn’t teach you properly when all this started. I take responsibility for not making sure you both knew at least a little bit about what you are doing.” “It’s fine.” Sarah said, “All’s well that ends well.” “Better late than never, right?” Kirsty smiled as she advanced slowly on Sarah. She reached up with a hand and gently ran it through Sarah’s hair. “So… Erm, what are you going to teach me?” Sarah asked. She laughed a little nervously and took a step back. “I have a saying.” Kirsty was almost whispering as she stepped closer to Sarah again, “I never do anything to my subs that I wouldn’t have done to me. A good grounding in these power play relationships is essential.” “Uh huh.” Sarah could feel her heart beating fast as Kirsty seemed to lean even closer, “And how are you going to give me that grounding?” “Well slut…” Kirsty leaned so close her mouth was practically touching Sarah’s ear, “I’m going to get hands on.” “H-Hands on?” Sarah asked. “Undress.” Kirsty ordered, “Now.” Sarah looked at Kirsty and was unsure how to proceed. She wasn’t used to this and she wasn’t quite sure if her friend was being serious or not. Sarah looked at Kirsty and saw no hint of a joke. She hesitated slightly before raising her hands and unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing. She slowly opened the shirt up and pulled it off. She blushed as Kirsty circled her. “I should’ve done this weeks ago.” Kirsty whispered as she stood behind Sarah and looked over her shoulder, “Maybe even years ago!” Sarah stood still as she felt Kirsty’s hands go around her sides and softly cup her breasts. She was still wearing her bra so there wasn’t any skin to skin contact but Sarah felt a strange tingling shoot through her body and she blushed even more. “Kirsty, I…” Sarah was going to say she wasn’t sure how she felt about what was happening but Kirsty’s hand moved up and softly covered her lips before she could speak. “Your safe word is banana.” Kirsty said as she pulled her hand away, “Otherwise I expect everything that comes out of your mouth to finish with mistress, clear?” “Yes.” Sarah said quickly, “M-Mistress…” “Good girl.” Kirsty said as she unhooked Sarah’s bra and pulled it away from her body. Sarah felt more vulnerable standing semi-naked than she did during the nappy changes she had received. She felt enthralled by Kirsty who was so effortlessly taking control of her, it was like a switch had been flipped. “As long as you are in here you are my toy.” Kirsty walked around to Sarah’s front and loosened her trousers. Sarah swallowed hard as the trousers slid down her thighs slightly revealing her underwear. She finally understood that Kirsty wasn’t just playing around and that she planned to seriously show Sarah a few things. “Get naked.” Kirsty demanded loudly. Sarah complied much more quickly this time. She reached down and pulled the trousers down with her underwear following suit, she stepped out of her clothes and stood in front of Kirsty completely naked. “I’m not going to do anything too extreme.” Kirsty said, “Just some mild stuff.” Sarah understood that Kirsty wanted her to know what it felt like to be made to do certain things, her heart hammered as she thought about what was happening and what might happen soon. Sarah’s eyes wandered to all the tools and equipment Kirsty owned and she felt herself shiver slightly. Kirsty guided Sarah over to a metallic frame. There were chains hanging from the top and it looked very foreboding to Sarah who looked at it with a mixture of worry and excitement. She pictured Nick upstairs and wondered if he knew what was going on down here, she wondered what he was doing with George. Sarah felt her arms raised and leather cuffs placed around her wrists. The leather was attached to a metal chain that, when adjusted by Kirsty, pulled her arms out and away from her body. They shot out diagonally away from Sarah’s body and she instantly felt so much more vulnerable. Kirsty moved around to Sarah’s front next and she leant down in front of the naked woman to place similar leather cuffs around Sarah’s ankles. These chains were attached to a metal pole that could seemingly be adjusted to keep Sarah’s legs apart. She felt herself shrinking mentally as she relinquished all control to Kirsty. Sarah was left in a star-like position with her legs spread quite far apart and her arms lifted over her head. She felt an involuntary shiver go through her spine, not from the cold or fear but something that she couldn’t put her finger on. “Control isn’t about pushing someone as far as you can.” Kirsty was circling Sarah again and she stopped in front of Sarah’s naked body, “It’s about making the person want you to push them to their limits. It’s about getting them to trust that everything you do is for the best, that they want you to be in control.” “I-” Sarah started speaking. “No talking unless I ask you a question, slut.” Kirsty quickly cut Sarah off. Sarah nodded her head quickly. When she saw Kirsty cutting her off in such a domineering way she felt herself wanting to make her happy more than anything else. Every small movement of her arms and legs were causing the chains to clink against each other, Sarah was reminded of television programs showing medieval prisoners with the chains holding them to the wall. Sarah watched as Kirsty walked over to a wall that had a bunch of spanking tools hanging from it. Kirsty took her time running her fingers over each implement from simple wooden paddles to ones with metal studs in them. There were whips and belts and Sarah was forced to watch as Kirsty slowly looked over her large collection. “You see…” Kirsty said slowly, “Half the fun is the anticipation. You make the sub wait, the longer they wait the more intense everything becomes. I can see it in your eyes as you watch me, I know you are watching and waiting and it is driving you crazy.” Sarah wasn’t allowed to talk but if she did have permission she would tell Kirsty that she was right. It was torture to be chained up and watching as Kirsty chose the implement of her pleasure. She watched Kirsty pull some things out of a drawer and then a wooden paddle was taken off the wall. Kirsty walked back over and placed the paddle on the floor. She held up something that Sarah recognised as a ball gag. The red ball was attached to small leather straps on either side. Sarah watched as her friend lifted it up and pushed it into her mouth. Sarah felt the red ball filling her mouth and she almost immediately felt her mouth start leaking drool. The gag was tied behind Sarah’s head and left her incapable of talking. “When you can’t speak your safe word needs to be a gesture that I will notice. If you need me to stop start clicking your fingers, OK?” Kirsty said. Sarah nodded her head as Kirsty smiled and picked up the paddle. She walked around the metal frame and paused. Kirsty meant what she had said, anticipation was a very powerful tool and she knew Sarah would be anticipating a hit but she had no chance of knowing when it would come. Kirsty could see Sarah’s butt twitching as she tried to brace for impact. Sarah was just starting to think that Kirsty must have secretly left the room when she suddenly felt a hard wooden object smack her in the rear end. She gasped around the gag and felt more drool dribble down her chin, a small drop landed on her breast. She twisted and turned as much as she was allowed as Kirsty pulled the paddle back. Kirsty checked to make sure Sarah wasn’t tapping out before bringing the paddle forwards again. She had excellent aim and hit almost the same spot exactly, a red mark began to appear as Sarah let out another moan. Sarah was still not giving the sign to stop. Sarah found herself feeling something strange. Despite the sharp pain of the spanks she found herself feeling excited, as if the pain made her want more. She suddenly started feeling like she wanted to be punished. She felt like a naughty girl who needed to be corrected, it was an intoxicating feeling. Kirsty spanked Sarah with the paddle another eight times to take the total to ten. Sarah’s buttocks were shining red and had some marks on them, Kirsty hadn’t expected Sarah to take so many spanks especially since it was her first time. Kirsty walked back around Sarah and straight over to the wall where she hung the paddle back up again. She checked her watch to see that it would be lunch time soon and she had some ideas. She was a little out of breath after her exertions. Sarah could feel her ass stinging but despite the painful sensations she felt satisfaction as well. She felt good and was even eager for Kirsty to continue but she wouldn’t have admitted such a thing. Her cheeks were red and she could feel drool running down her body. “I’ve built up quite the collection of toys.” Kirsty said as she walked back over to Sarah, “But it is certainly important to be well prepared. A Mistress can’t be found to be indecisive, she must always know what she is planning next.” Sarah watched as Kirsty walked to the side of her. She watched the domineering woman unshackle her hands. Sarah was grateful to be able to lower them but she didn’t want this to end, she was having fun! Sarah rubbed her wrists as Kirsty pressed a button in on the metal frame that allowed her to then fold the top half forwards so that it was horizontal in front of Sarah at waist height. Sarah watched as her friend moved things around to free up more space, the drool dripped from her face as if she was a cartoon animal smelling a pie cooling on a window sill. She increasingly forgot her embarrassment in favour of the positive feelings her body was experiencing. With the frame now pointing at a right angle Sarah’s wrists were once again placed in the restraints. She felt the cooling sweat on the leather cuff against her still warm skin as she was tightly shackled and forced to bend over at the waist. She felt so exposed with her body bent over and her legs separated as they were. She remembered her safe word and gesture but she put them to the back of her mind as she craved more attention from Kirsty. She was starting to feel glad that she was gagged, she was embarrassed to think of the things Kirsty might force her to say. “Now I hope this works.” Kirsty said with a little giggle, “I haven’t tried this before since George is a little heavier than you.” Sarah didn’t have to wait long to find out what Kirsty was talking about. Sarah’s ankles were uncuffed and she heard the spreader bar being removed, her legs were soon cuffed again and attached to the metal frame directly. She let out a little yelp of surprise as she felt her legs suddenly lifting up behind her. At first she tried to fight it but once she realised the frame was taking her weight she relaxed a little. She heard the clanking of chains and then the feeling of cuffs around her ankles, the metal bar spreading her legs fell away but her legs still hung in the air. Sarah was now horizontal with the lower half of her legs bent up behind her. The cuffs still forced her legs apart and she was essentially suspended in the air and somehow even more vulnerable than she was before. Her face was bright red from being so helpless and exposed in front of her best friend. Kirsty disappeared out of Sarah’s vision now and the suspended woman had no idea what she was doing, the idea that she could be doing anything was intoxicating and only further excited her. It was like she was constantly at the height of anticipation and her teased body was begging to know what would happen next. Now that Sarah was suspended in the air and facing the floor she could see spots of drool dropping out of her mouth and into a little puddle at ground level. She felt like an animal or an object being held up and played with by a woman who treated her as a toy. She would’ve never thought this would happen to her but she was enjoying each moment of it. “I don’t want you to be too uncomfortable.” Kirsty’s voice came from behind Sarah. Sarah felt something sliding underneath her which supported her weight. Sarah felt cool leather against her skin and was able to relax her body a little as the bench held her up. The chains were still pulled taut and Sarah had very little mobility, she was sure that Kirsty had designed it to be like this. Sarah could hear Kirsty walking away again and she wondered what was going to happen next. She heard movement of heavy objects behind her and she shivered slightly in anticipation. Sarah couldn’t turn around and see what was happening but whatever it was sounded heavy. It got closer and closer until it finally stopped right behind her. “This button alerts a little device in my pocket.” Kirsty said. Sarah watched as Kirsty strapped a button to one of Sarah’s palms. The button was big and red and when Sarah closed her fist she could press the button with ease. “Good girl!” Kirsty praised Sarah as she felt the vibrating in her pocket, “Now if things get too intense for you I want you to press the button and release it, OK? Keep doing it until I come to help you. I won’t come if it is pressed once or held it since I know that might happen for… Other reasons.” Sarah nodded her head although she was confused as to what Kirsty needed the button for if she was going to be right there. She frowned in confusion as she watched Kirsty squeeze a popular brand of lubricant on to her hand and walk behind her. “You’re a lucky girl.” Kirsty said, “Many would do a lot of things for me to get in this position.” Kirsty walked up to the large piece of equipment and smiled. The machine she was looking at held a metal rod with a large pink dildo on the end and it was to this dildo that she applied the lubrication. Kirsty made sure to move the machine a little until it was centred and then she flicked the switch to turn it on at its lowest setting. Sarah could hear the low electric hum behind her but still had no idea what it was. She heard more scraping as something was pushed slightly and then she gasped suddenly. Kirsty watched as the pink sex toy, when extended fully, just brushed Sarah’s sexual entrance. She smiled at the reaction it got as the plastic tip lightly touched Sarah’s opening. “If you don’t want me to go further you will press that button repeatedly.” Kirsty reminded Sarah loudly and over the hum of the machine. Sarah looked at the button as another trail of drool escaped her mouth. She didn’t close her hand. Kirsty pushed the machine slowly forwards until the head of the dildo was pushing in and out of Sarah slowly and rhythmically. Each full extension caused Sarah to grunt a little and Kirsty could see her body shaking slightly. After a few cycles and everything seemed stable Kirsty walked in front of Sarah again and smiled at her flushing red face. “It’s lunch time, slut.” Kirsty said with a big grin, “I’ll be back in a bit. You enjoy yourself and tap that button if you need me.” Sarah’s wide eyes watched Kirsty go. She grunted a little and felt more dripping, this time it wasn’t coming from her mouth. The door closed on the garage leaving Sarah alone, naked and at the mercy of the slow moving machine. She closed her eyes as the waves of pleasure washed over her and wondered how long she would be left like this. She had never been treated this way before and her vulnerability and submissiveness only heightened her excitement.

16.) Her Hypno Session "Come on, snoozy girl." I'd come after breakfast to check on my newest charge, but he lay contently with his head on the table, and groaned when I shook his shoulder. "It's time for your training session, it'll be a fun one today, I'll show you." The other girls had already dispersed from the table long ago. How long had I been here? I wished I had a clock. I rubbed my eyes and shuffled my feet against the tile. Colette took me by the hand and helped me up from the table. We walked into her office. I was still half-asleep. The diaper was wet. That was the first thing I noticed. The milk was over and done with. I guess I slept through it... "Are you feeling a little bit better now? It's nice to be clean, isn't it?" There were so many things this morning he should have been punished for, but I was getting soft. I wanted him to progress through the program, but not to lose his brilliance. It was time to make plans. "Uh huh..." Honestly, I wasn't sure it mattered. And I wasn't clean, since my diaper was wet. But whatever. I didn't really care. I put my head on the back of the sofa and rubbed my eyes again, pushing my glasses out of my face to do so. They were a little bent from the way I was sleeping on the table. It took me a minute to fix them. "What silly card game are we playing today?" "I'd like to play my cards, actually." I pulled myself up on the edge of the desk, sitting atop the surface and took my glasses off to clean them while I watched the boy. "This place can be so much more than it is, Velvet, and I want to make it that. And I want your help, and I think we need to figure out if its achievable." "...I'm not following." I said I'd help. I said I'd fix Annie. I didn't know when I'd fix Annie, because apparently I'm drugged 90% of the time. But hey, I said I'd do it. And I will. What else could she possibly want from me? And if she did, what was she willing to give me in return? "I want Marlow out. You're going to fix Annie, but it's not enough. It's not going to make enough of an impact. Marlow is working on his Light-Induction system, and the Round Table will eat that up because it means they can automate the process. We need something to counter that." I shouldn't have been being so candid, but I'd just had a meeting with Marlow and the Round Table, and I was stressed. "Light induction isn't automated," I said flatly. "That guy doesn't know heads from tails. If your board thinks flashy lights count as automated..." I sighed, rubbing my temples. "You still have to hypnotize. You still need someone who knows what they're doing. It's just a... a cannon. A cannon at a wall. It doesn't mean you can take over the city just by taking down a wall." Idiots. "I know that, but he's got results. Poor results, but if they can replace the need for more hypnotherapists on six figure salaries with machines, they will. I've been wracking my brain all morning figuring out if there's a way we can automate. Automate properly, not with some gimmicky light machine. Maybe with a headset, sensory block-out, I'm not sure. Are you aware of anything in the field? We have a VR headset available to us if we need it." Times like this is when I'd smoke. I'd given that up years ago, but I still longed for it. "...are you a real therapist?" I mean, I'd seen her walls. I saw them now. The degrees. She had a Doctorate. She was twenty-nine by the look of things. She earned her title two years ago. She had so little practice, I was sure. "Hypnosis, I mean. Or did you just take a seminar in college and think that's enough to qualify?" I wasn't being catty. I wanted to know how good she was. What I was working with. "I specialized in the field, and went directly into government black ops for the military in the middle east. Deprogramming and interrogations, helping child soldiers who'd been raised to kill, and bringing back trauma victims from the worst things imaginable." Maybe he didn't expect that. It was deep cover work, not something a civilian would usually be involved in, not something I could print on my wall, not something that made medical periodicals. "...hm." I was impressed. Not to say I believed her. But I was impressed. Even if it wasn't true, it was a fantastic lie. I leaned back on the couch and crossed my arms. She was sitting in front of me in her chair. It was closer than we usually were in her office - she liked to stand. "Hypnotize me." There were a few different types of hypnosis I employed in my career, differing mainly in the armor the patient had up. Trauma victims required a softer touch than potential suicide bombers, and I weighted my methodology accordingly. For Velvet, I’d give her my best. He could handle it. I nodded, and stood up, removing the boy’s glasses and setting them on the table. I touched a few buttons under a panel on my desk, and the lights went out, replaced by a star scene that rotated slowly around the roof of my office, and provided enough light for me to be seen, accompanied by soft distant music. We both knew that without proper technique, everything else was just gimmick, though, and I sat back down close to the boy. "I'm going to use an induction method not approved for use by the APA. Or any association of conscionable merit. Do you have any questions?” "...uh... I guess not." She took my glasses off? But I fought off Marlow without my glasses and the milk. She wasn't going to be that difficult. And I already had blockades in my head. She didn't know about my method of hypnosis - the empathetic voice, I called it - and I didn't know about hers. Interesting. The stars and the music was soft, and the glasses no doubt made it difficult for the boy to focus, but those things would be a stark contrast to what was to come. Cold-reading was something few in the industry took seriously — too much margin for error. "Growing up queer, knowing your place in the world would never be as part of the majority. It's hard. Hard knowing that no matter how proud you'll be, you'll never be normal. Never be like the other kids. Never be the one behind the bleachers, never be the high-school sweetheart couple. Never get the boy that you want, never know if you feelings will get you kissed or killed. Small. Vulnerable. Weak. Always having to work harder to prove yourself. Always having to fight more than everybody else. Beat up at school, tossed around the locker room, pinned to the floor and treated like meat. It's enough to make you feel like meat. Feel like product for consumption. Small. Vulnerable. Weak. Everything a woman is, but the kind and sensitive men that all your lady friends date, they don't want almost a girl. They want a girl. You get the assholes, the pricks, the horrible objectifying monsters. Small. Vulnerable. Weak. A fate you're born into, no fairytale ending, no fairytale beginning. Always second best. Always on the fringe. Always weak. Your own life ruined before it began, you wriggle into the lives of others. Sleeping around. Breaking up relationships, destroying families. Small. Vulnerable. Weak. Drifting, floating endlessly, wanting to belong, and finding not a single place you do. No place, no happiness, no home. Nobody understands, nobody cares, nobody wants to help. Small. Vulnerable. Weak. Nobody but me... nobody but me... nobody but me....Small. Vulnerable. Weak... and for the first time... safe." ...she was stupid. Stupid because you always lead with an induction, and she didn't. She led with a hypnotism. I was about to call her out on it, but things were a little fuzzy behind my eyes. Stupid glasses. She put her finger to my mouth when it opened. Her words were pointless. I mean, they made my chest hurt. They made me ache all over. But I wasn't hypnotized... I just felt... a little off center... There were signs when a person ached inside, ached because a barrage of shots had landed a hit. The way breathing changed, the way that eyes shined, the way that glances were hidden. If a person was armored, I knew how to deal with that, and Velvet was. He looked away a little, and I began the second phase. "Small.... small in size, small in impact, small inside... " My voice had changed from the shotgun to something so much calmer, steadier, more level. I'd filled his mind with shrapnel, and it made it easier to slip inside. "You're so small, so vulnerable, so precious. Precious. Listen to my words, precious, listen to the way they comfort. Comfort, comfort like embrace, comfort like a blanket, comfort like happiness. Happiness, happiness like the warmth of love, the warmth of my words, the warmth of safety. Safe. So safe. Safe to listen, safe to follow, safe to fall upon the one who cares... the words that protect. Protected... protected and free, free to listen, free to focus, focus on the words as they wrap you up. Small. Precious. Comfort. Happiness. Warmth. Safety. Protected. Free.. focus now, focus on my words, those words that get softer and softer, smaller and smaller, small enough to tumble inside of you..." “This is stupid..." Her words were... strange. Out of focus. Too fast. I couldn't hear any of them. Only when one word was repeated twice, two clauses tumbling together. My head was light. I blinked my eyes a little, trying to stay focused. It was... harder than I wanted to admit... "Tumbling... tumbling. Falling... falling. Words, such pretty words, falling deeper and deeper, burrowing, settling. Happy and home. Your thoughts and the words, the same, the same tones, the same sounds, so close together, so the same. Words the same as thoughts, thoughts the same as words... hard to tell the difference... impossible. The words are your thoughts safe and trustworthy. The words protect you. Small. Vulnerable. Weak. Sleep." I nearly fell over. Colette caught me, I think. She helped me lay down on the sofa so my head was propped up right. My eyes were closed, though. The last word... it just made me so drowsy. I wanted to rub my eyes, to wake up, but I didn't. I was so comfortable... I didn't need to accomplish anything, only to prove the concept. Only to show the boy, perhaps for the first time, that I wasn't some inept government employee. I didn't know why I felt the need to prove anything. So he graduated at like 17? Well. He was the one in jail. "It's so easy to sleep, so easy to focus on your thoughts when you sleep. So easy to realize truths you never did. Truths you hadn't considered, thoughts and truths lost to the noise of awakeness. Only now, only in sleep, can you hear them. Hear their truths." Proof of concept. Simple. Very simple. "Truths. Your name is Velvet. Simple truth. Velvet. Lovely. Pretty. Strong. Simple. Velvet. Your name has always been Velvet, so praised for it growing up, so unique, so special. Yours. Something that can never be lost. Velvet." There was red around me. Red curtains, maybe? Or red carpet. I couldn't tell. I just felt quiet and still. Everything was warm and safe. A hypno space. I didn't get what was with all the red curtains, though. I tried to figure it out. I think she was disguising it. I wasn't really going to lose this woman, was I? I could wake up. I snapped my fingers. The red went away. Everything was dark. I opened my eyes. But they didn't open right. Everything was still dark. Ugh... So much of this induction technique disarmed my patient — the cold-read could be cruel, could be mean, could be fictional, but it didn't matter. It left everybody the same: helpless. I could break a person down to the basest elements of their persona, reallocate, shuffle priorities, change levels as simply as a sound engineer with volume sliders. Velvet was very talented, but the boy had never had a load of me before. "Red and beautiful, the way you've always dyed your hair, always played up to the image, always adored the way people smiled when they said your name. Never to tease, just to appreciate. Your pretty eyes, your gorgeous hair, and a name to bring it together. Velvet. Velvet. Velvet. So protective over your name... so quick to defend it. Your name is your truest strength, your favorite thing about yourself." More red curtains. They seemed to wrap around the ceiling, too. I snapped my fingers again, but they only faded in color. Grey curtains. My chest was hurting. I didn't get it. Why curtains? Flowing? Wrinkles? Um... sunlight? Too vague of metaphors. She was working on something, and I couldn't figure out what. The hue returned to the curtains, and I snapped my fingers again. Less color slipped out of them. "In every happy memory, every wonderful moment, you've brought your name with you with pride. Velvet. Velvet. Velvet. The day you graduated high-school, your first kiss, your favorite diner, every happy memory, every highlight of your life... Velvet. Bright red hair and a bright red name." It was time to seal the deal, to press this into reality. "You're wrapped up in your name, Velvet. Thick rich redness that comforts you like your favorite blanket as a child, warms you like cocoa, protects you like warm embrace. Red Velvet. Sweeter than any cupcake." The curtains were too close to me, now. I snapped my fingers, but nothing happened. I tried to close my eyes. Everything was red. Red? Was that it? What was red? The curtains hugged me. Then I got it. Velvet. The name. She was working on my name. But they were already touching me, and they smelled like vanilla, and I snapped my fingers. They were gone. And I was... exhausted. I fell to the dark floor and gasped for air. Sweat trickled down my forehead. Fuck... The boy had tumbled off the sofa, tumbled onto the floor, broken the trance, yes, but I'd won. He knew I'd won. I knew I'd won. And cemented it very simply with a question, one that I knew he'd answer, knew how he'd answer, knew the response he would fell upon answering, and smiled softly. "What is your name, again?" I swallowed. I looked up at the woman behind the fogginess of my vision. I knew what she wanted me to say. I knew it very loudly in my head. But it wasn't the right answer. But finding the right answer... I just... was having trouble. Um... shoot... what was it... I clicked my fingers. Once. Twice. Three times. Post-hypnosis, thought were hard. Trains were easy to detail. 'Quick! Name, what's your name? Don't think, just speak. Oh, I remember, it's Alice, right?" So close to his actual name, but for a girl, he would react. I knew he had. I'd made him proud of the name Velvet. He'd defend it. "Velvet," I said sharply, instinctually, and then I hesitated. I blinked, and I looked away, and I stumbled to my feet. I was a little pissed off. I didn't want her to actually accomplish anything! I just wanted her to shut up. I just wanted to see how far she could go. I pushed past her and fished my glasses off the table, putting them back on my nose. I was obviously upset. As he slipped his glasses on, I tapped the buttons on the desk, and the lights came back up, the music stopped, and he glared at me. I wasn't smug. I was actually quite humble, especially in the presence of a hypnotherapist who had the sort of national renown that my experience ensured I never would. "Now, are you satisfied?"

52 weeks in (1 year!): Since my last update, I've noticed a dramatic loss of continence. I mentioned in my last update that I was able to mimic symptoms of incontinence 1 or more times a day... well, now it's constant and it's definitely actual incontinence! Part way through last week I noticed I was dribbling multiple times a day as well as having almost little to no warning before I would start wetting. I sometimes feel like i'm about to pee, like the urge to pee starts to build, but before the urge gets strong, I'm already weeping pee; I feel my urge to pee has diminished to where I'm not feeling it as much before I start peeing. On multiple occasions, I tried testing my control by actually resisting urination. One instance I tried to stop the flow before it started. I could feel the pressure build and I knew I was about to get the urge to pee, so I tried holding it in. My efforts hardly did anything because once the urge hit, I would urinate without control. On another instance, I tried to stop the flow after it started and was only able to mildly slow it down but not come close to stopping it. I've been so excited about this new change that I've been drinking a lot more fluids to experience incontinence feelings. One thing I hadn't experienced before is having long period of dribbling. Just before dribbling, I would start to feel pressure build in my bladder. After about 5 to 10 seconds I felt a very mild, almost unnoticeable, urge to pee, accompanied by dribbles. I dribbled for 20 minute while driving my way back home. Once I got home, I stood up and I immediately started to pee full stream, emptying out the rest of my bladder. I'm now having 2 or more episodes of dribbling each day. Night wettings have increased too! Last week I had 3 wet nights: Wednesday I had woken up for the first wetting and slept through the rest of the night to find a soaked diaper in the morning; Thursday and Friday I went to bed dry and woke up fully soaked; I must have wet multiple times as I didn't wake up at all during the night. I didn't wet in my sleep over the weekend as I was pretty restless in bed and was waking up because I was too warm from sunny weather. Last night, I wanted to sleep wet again, so I drank a bunch of water before bed in hopes that my body will automatically use the diaper. I imagined that I was giving myself a toast, "to an uninterrupted night of sleep." It was a success as woke up this morning completely soaked! Bowels seem to be looser than ever. I had a bit of a surprise tonight right after I came home from work. I was grabbing something to drink out of the fridge when I felt the urge to pass gas. I didn't put a second thought into it and I let my body expel it like any other time I have gas--but this time it wasn't gas. I messed myself. I was actually embarrassed about it as my boyfriend was home and I had to tell him I needed a change and he wasn't going to help me this time because I messed myself (he always changes me when he's home). He laughed and said I was good for using my diapers. Honestly, it's hard to believe I am actually able to untrain myself. Throughout my journey, there was always a part of me that was skeptical that untraining would actually work. I'm also surprised it took me exactly a year to convert to incontinent. I was expecting it to take much longer as I know from 2 friends who've worn 24/7 longer than me, that they still have control. It still all feels very new and surreal--the feeling of wetting and messing but not being able to do anything about it. It's an amazing feeling and I'm profoundly happy that I've succeeded. I still think there's progress to be made. I'm going to keep posting any other changes that I notice or experiences that would be good to share. I'm really glad my updates have been helpful. You, betty, and others are quite right that I didn't have much longer until I reached my goal. I'm so happy about that! It's awesome that you're enjoying diapers and untraining too, I wish you the best on your journey to achieve diaper happiness. I can relate that incontinence is part of my identity. In my mind, when I first went 24/7, that was the day that I am now incontinent and from that day forward, I would never use my control. It took some adjustments to be able to fit incontinence into my life, but it's now a part of the fabric of who I am as it's woven into every aspect of my life.

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Outstanding answer!

I think diapers are better suited for this, with diapers, the kid usually has a goal to not need o wear them anymore. With the pajamas, they were going to think that it is normal to use them to pee in at night or something like that.

Looks to be useful for trips where you are sharing a room with others or anytime you may be sleeping in a room with other people. Camping with others or anytime you want privacy around people whom you don't want to find out you wet the bed. I would say they would be more of an exception for special overnight occasions where others might be around. Visiting relatives or staying with the inlaws for a few days. Appears that they are not only expensive but take quite a long time to dry. Can't be tossed in the dryer so they would have to hang dry. Of course they recommend 2 pairs at least as they want to sell their product, but I agree, one pair needs to hang dry and you can wear the second pair while the first is drying. They sell a bag to keep them in, but if you were with a group of people or anyone who you didn't want to find out, how would you explain washing your pajama bottoms every day and hanging them to dry? Or stuffing them in a bag and taking out a different pair? That might be a dead giveaway that you wet them in your sleep. I can see some uses for them once in a while but for every night use, I can't see it. Diapers would be the better long term solution to every night bedwetting.

Well it’s been a while since I was able to write or post! The block of time was finally broken yesterday though and I managed to make some progress in the form of a 10k word day! Today’s about 6k so far and I’m not done yet. As of right now I’m a chapter and a half ahead of this chapter, so hopefully I’ll be back on track for at least a couple weeks! Thanks for your patience with my postings! I hope you enjoy! Chapter 29: I WAS STUNNED by Amanda’s statement, and didn’t speak for a moment. After a long moment I asked, “What? What do you mean?” She sighed and squeezed me gently, “She said that if she had to be ‘little’ then there was no point in wearing training panties or regular panties to pretend to be big… Other children would just pick on her like they had when she was a kid and do their best to keep her from making the potty so she could be punished. The adults would just pick on her for being so useless too…” “But at home…” She gently poked my nose, “You have no idea how lucky you really got Stacy! I remember my sisters… my friends… and she’s right.” She blinked away a set of tears, “growing up one of my best friends was a girl named Katie. She had a little sister named Gisella who her parents had actually re-potty trained at the same time as her. In retrospect her mom probably just used Gisella to help Katie learn how to use the potty faster… One time when we were about seven my friends were over at her home, playing house, in the backyard and we all ended up ganging up on Gisella until she peed her pants so we could have a proper baby. After her mom spanked Gisella for the accident she was back in diapers and playing baby for us like we had all wanted for the rest of the day… I remember feeling a bit guilty at the face she made when I forced her to eat a jar of baby peas…” I nodded, “there’s more?” She grimaced, “when I came over the next time Gisella was in a onesie holding up a poopy diaper she’d been in for who knows how long, without the ability to say anything more than a one-year olds vocabulary. When I asked what happened Katie told me, ‘I wanted a dolly more than a twin, so Mommy had Gisella fixed up to be my baby. Isn’t she more fun this way?’” “You’re…” “Sadly not making this up. Bella’s right really… If she’s wearing diapers, nursing from me, but getting to talk still and eat real food… her life will be easier and yet not as horrifying as it would be any other way.” “But…” I stuttered, “You can’t… you’re not going to make her into a total baby like…” “Oh silly girl of course not!” she squeezed me into a hug then, “She’s just going to be a little more babied than you. You’re I guess going to be more of an Amazon girl in that you’ll be given the freedoms to sort of grow up…” I laughed at that, “Mommy I don’t think I’m growing up much…” She laughed too, “No, but you are going to college, so that’s a big growing up step. Speaking of which, we should probably head over to the luncheon?” I nodded and let her set me on the floor and help to settle my backpack on my shoulders. She led me by the hand to the elevator and we took the trip down and out of the building to Venture Commons where the parent and student luncheon was to be held. A line of students and parents formed at the entrance to the dining hall and I looked around hoping to see someone to make a friend with. No littles seemed to be nearby, but a shorter Amazon girl looked down at me, “Looking for your big sister?” I looked up at her and shook my head, “No?” She looked more intently at me and realized I was both in the uniform and wearing a student ID, “Are you a student?” she asked in disbelief before bending down closer to my level. I smiled, “Yep! I’m Stacy,” I said and held my hand out to her like I’d always done. “Oh my god, you’re adorable!” she said, “I’m Mia,” she said taking my hand. “Nice to meet you,” I told her like I always had before realizing that may have been a bit of a male response too. ‘What should I be saying as a girl?’ I suddenly wondered. “You too!” she said and suddenly got the vibe that she was like a cheerleader back home who had always smiled and been peppy with everything she did. She looked up and realized Amanda was looking on, “Are you her Mom?” Amanda smiled at her and extended her own hand, “Amanda,” she said. Her own mother then extended her hand to Amanda, “I’m Jannet, Mia’s mom.” “So you’re really coming here as a student?” Mia asked before quickly saying, “That’s so awesome!” I smiled at her, “Thanks, what are you majoring in?” I asked her as the line moved forward and she stood up. “Biology and Childhood Studies,” she said with a smile, “I want to be a doctor. You?” “Computer science,” I said with a smile. Mia was the first Amazon besides Megan that I actually had a conversation with as an equal… well as much of an equal as you can with five feet of height difference… As we neared the buffet serving lines Mia handed me a tray and actually helped me fill a plate of food too. Nothing was little sized in the dining hall though, so a chicken sandwich and fries that I carried to a table in the corner with Amanda and our new friends was more like a full chicken! I guestimated the bun had to be eight inches in diameter, and with my new size… At the table Amanda said, “Let me see if there’s a booster nearby…” I stood next to the table patiently and Mia sat down. “That must suck?” I laughed, “You have no idea Mia.” “I’m surprised Emerson admitted you?” Mia said in a kind voice. “I mean now that you have your student ID it’s a little bit more difficult to adopt you… but aren’t you worried about what will happen to you here?” I smiled up at her as Amanda returned with the booster in her hand a few feet away. “I’m already adopted,” and nodded my head towards Amanda. Mia’s mouth fell open as Amanda helped me into the booster and sat down across from her mom. “You’re adopted… but if that’s true…?” Amanda smiled at her as I tried to get situated with the plate and evaluated how I was ever going to attack the monster sandwich. “As adopted parents you’re allowed to send your child to school, right?” Her mom asked us before either of us could respond. Both of us watched them for their reactions. Mia smiled, “So you choose to send her to college instead of daycare! That’s so awesome of you!” Mia’s mom looked at Amanda, “That really is kind of you, we’re from Gaule, and while we have littles that are babied… most of them are by choice. I was a little worried about my little girl coming over here and being exposed to almost all of the littles being babied without any freedom…” “It’s their choice to be babied?” I asked tentatively. Mia nodded, “It’s the law – even more so than when you all had the law here stating permission had to be granted. With our littles it has to be their choice with a court appointed officer checking to make sure it’s what they want. After they’re adopted they have to be treated right.” I looked up at Amanda, “Can we visit there someday?” “Maybe sweetheart, we’ll see,” she said with a thoughtful look as she helpfully cut my chicken sandwich into six smaller sections. ‘If Bella was there she could be free…?’ I thought to myself. I learned more about Mia during lunch that I liked, and with Amanda’s permission I traded phone numbers with her. The whole lunch was informal so no speeches or other things were going on, so about noon with a promise to talk soon Amanda and I left to go to her car. “You need a change I’m guessing?” I blushed but nodded as I hurried to keep up with her. At the car she picked me up and felt my diaper, “I think it’ll hold until we get home?” I nodded, “I shouldn’t need to go anymore until then.” “Okay, let’s go check and see if your Daddy and sister are back home yet.” “Why not just call them?” I asked from my seat as she closed her door. “Just in case they’re busy doing stuff,” she told me. There was a nervous tremor to her voice but I wasn’t sure which of the crazy events from the weekend were causing it! After the short drive home she stopped in the driveway and picked me up out of my car seat. I could see then that a moving truck blocked our normal parking space. The truck was being unloaded by Grandpa, Fred, and a few other amazon men I didn’t know. “Just take this stuff to the basement,” Fred was telling the men. “All except that box, take that one up to the nursery please,” he said. “Hi Mandy!” he said walking up to us pulling his work gloves off, “Hi Princess!” “Hi Daddy,” I said while taking in the moving of furniture and boxes. Amongst it all I noticed a number of sewing machines and things that I thought were embroidery machines? A ton of bolts of fabric were also carried in. To my surprise they looked about right for an Amazon to use – none of it looked little sized or amateur in any way! “You get everything from her apartment?” Amanda asked as we stepped inside the house. “Yes. Most of it is going into the basement until we see if there’s anything we can use – or should let her use ever again. I can’t believe the sewing setup she had there Mandy – I think it was better equipped than your friends shop!” “Hmm…” Amanda said, “Did you separate out her personal mementos then?” “Yeah, there’s a couple boxes that I’m having sent up to the nursery. I don’t think we should make her give up any of it… it’ll just be a matter of figuring out how to find places for it and Stacy’s stuff.” “Maybe we should move your office downstairs and give them each their own nursery?” Amanda said as she carried me into the living room and I found myself settled down in the playpen in next to a dozing Bella. He nodded, “It’s an option, but I also thought maybe it was time for us to look for another place to live?” “This is so convenient though…” Amanda said as she followed him downstairs and I felt like the unwanted abandoned baby. I sighed and watched Bella sleep for a bit while looking at a toy doll that Bella must have brought in with her. It looked old and I wondered if it was from her childhood. I sat there for a while before Bella suddenly squirmed and rubbed her eyes, “Stacy?” she asked tentatively as she sat up. “I think I’m the only other diapered little sharing the house with you…” I told her with a smirk. “Sorry, it’s been a rough morning. Daddy gave me a bottle when we got home and I must have been out in seconds.” I nodded, “I’m sorry you had to deal with that,” I told her. “It seems like they brought a factory with them?” She blushed, “I was really good at making deals online for equipment…” “Looks like it,” I told her and crawled over to her and gave her a hug, “Sorry for everything Bella.” She gave me a light hug back, “Probably best this way… I would have lost it all for certain if you all hadn’t sat next to me on the plane.” “So everything go smooth at least?” I asked. A tear went down her face, “It was so embarrassing and tough to handle…” she told me honestly. “My landlord was pretty mean about it all. The downstairs neighbors weren’t much better…” “Why?” “Why else would someone be mean to a little Stacy?” I shrugged, “I’m sorry… the more I’m here the more I’m glad I’m not a native little.” “I hope you never really understand Stace,” she told me. I nodded. “So enough about my crappy morning, how was yours?” She asked me while wiping her face of tears and snot and forcing a smile. “Pretty good I guess?” I said, “Definitely better than yours I guess…” “Well tell me all about it! I want to know about my big sisters day at college!” I groaned, “Well we checked in this morning and I got my student ID.” I pointed where it was clipped to my dress, “Of course that meant waiting in lines… lines with Amazons for the most part. Definitely some awkward moments there, but I guess I only saw one poor little get kidnapped this morning at least.” “Outside before they got inside?” she asked. I nodded, “How did you know?” “There’s always a couple who think they’re too good for diapers and have an accident out there…” She shrugged, “Of course who am I to talk?” “You didn’t actually have an accident in your panties though,” I reminded her. “Details like that don’t matter when you still end up in the nursery Stacey.” I nodded, “Anyway… after that we went to Amanda’s office and I met her secretary. She seemed really nice! She has littles, but she lets them still do things as much as she can I think.” “So three good amazons in the world?” she said. “More than that,” I told her, “you just don’t encounter the good ones most of the time. I also met a new friend, her name is Mia, who is also an Amazon – but she’s from another island?” “Oh, I’ve heard those exist… Not completely baby crazy?” “Not that I could see…” “Well I see you two are getting along at least,” Amanda suddenly said as she scooped Bella up in one arm and me in her other. “Of course Mommy, she’s my sister!” I told her with smile. “You clearly haven’t had a sister very long,” Amanda said while shaking her head. “Trust me, they’re okay sometimes, but then other times…” Bella and I laughed. “You haven’t met my other sisters yet,” Amanda said to Bella, “Of course I don’t have to worry about you two becoming nearly as crazy. I do however have to worry about some leaking diapers, huh?” She said while looking specifically at me. I looked down and went, “Oopsie…” with my skirt showing clear spots. “Yes, ‘oopsie,’ at school that might mean walking around without your skirt if you’re not careful Princess.” She told me. I turned red and put my head against her shoulder, “You were supposed to change me when we got home?” “Oh blame it on Mommy,” she said in mock exasperation. “I give up…” I said as she shoved a pacifier in my mouth and laid me down on the changing table. The jumper was off in a flash and tossed in the dirty clothes hamper. My Pamper was then swapped out for another and with another jumper pulled over my head before she sat me on the ground and reattached my ID, “There, that’s better…” I looked at my watch to distract myself as she changed Bella, “How are you doing now Bella?” She asked quietly. “Okay I guess…” she told her. “I’m sorry today was so rough, but at least it’s done?” She asked as she sat her up and placed her on her hip. Bella just nodded as she sucked on her pacifier. Amanda gave her a strong hug and asked, “You should go through these two boxes and find a place for your stuff. Stacey’s got her end of the room with the computer desk, but why don’t you make this end of the room yours?” She stood next to the window where the wall was mostly blank, “I’ll try and find you a desk if you want too?” Bella nodded and said, “Kay,” simply but nothing else and just seemed content to stay in Amanda’s arms. I looked at my watch again this time noticing the time and pulled my pacifier out so I could speak clearer, “Mommy?” “Yes Stacey?” “We need to get me to the university again?” I saw her look at the clock and nodded, “I can’t believe it’s already that time…” she said and squeezed Bella, “be a good girl for Daddy and we’ll be back for dinner, okay?” She nodded as she was sat down and Amanda came over to me and picked me up. “Let’s leave your paci here?” she said as she took it from my hand. I blushed and said, “Probably a good idea…” Since it was already almost two-thirty by the time we got into her car she didn’t say long goodbyes to anyone as we passed. At Emerson she pulled me out of my car seat and sat me down on the ground before reaching out with her hand towards me for a second and pulling back. “Sorry, probably not a good idea for all the littles to see you holding Mommy’s hand,” she said quietly to me as she patted my back and we walked as quick as my legs could carry me towards the building that contained Destiny Hall. At the building I could see a hundred or so littles walking through the doors into a large lecture hall. The thing that made my eyes pop open in disbelief though was everyone was grouped in tens, each hanging onto a rope with rings on it like preschoolers back home. An Amazon held onto the end of the rope and I could hear one saying, “Come on chicks,” loudly, “let’s get to your first orientation session.” I looked on with a fascinated horror as Amanda said, “I’ll see you after this is over Stacy.” I looked up at her and gave her leg a hug before walking to join the others walking inside. “Where’s your nest group?” A tall Amazon woman leaned down to me as I walked inside. I looked up at her and decided politeness was definitely key with her. Something about her struck me as a proper Chloe like woman, “I don’t believe I have one Miss,” I told her politely. “Tisk, tisk, how did you get lost already?” she said like she was talking to a newborn. “Your dorm room number?” She asked as she grabbed her phone. “I don’t have one,” I told her, “I’m a commuter.” “Oh you silly girl, you’re a little, you can’t be a commuter…” Her face began to look different and colder, “Are you lying because you already earned a demerit and a spanking from your Nest Hen?” “Pardon me Miss, but I live with my adopted Mommy and she has it okayed through the university? Please look up my information?” She narrowed her eyes, but took her phone and took a quick picture of me with it. “Stacy Westerfield?” I nodded, “Yes Ma’am.” “Well I’ll be… you were telling me the truth. This is…” she paused, “unusual…” “Yes Ma’am, I understand it is.” “Well then… I guess why don’t you go sit over here with Miss Madison’s group here,” she said as she led me down the lecture hall to a row with a girl who looked to have a queen bee personality. “Miss Madison, this is Stacy. She doesn’t have a nest group per se, but she’s going to join yours whenever she needs to get around little events.” I looked up at the well-dressed girl who could have been a teacher and instantly felt glad I had a diaper on. Something about her just didn’t scream pleasant, “Well Stacy, I’m glad to have you join our nest. Girls this is Stacy,” she said as she pushed me forward. I saw Laura was in her group and quickly noted that all of the members of her group seemed to be girls and shorter than average – even for littles. Laura waved at me and Madison noticed, “You already have a friend in our nest?” She said in a singsong voice, “Why don’t you go sit with little Laura over there in that empty seat,” she told me with a pat on my rear. “Yes Miss Madison,” I said nervously. As I passed she patted my rear and seemed to ascertain I had a diaper on. “Let me know if you need a change by the way Stacy, even though you’re not one of my chicks I’ll be happy to change you.” “Umm… thanks,” I told her, “I’m good right now…” I walked quickly down the row and sat in the huge oversized fold down seat next to Laura. “Hi,” she said to me quietly. “Hi, how’s it going so far?” I asked. “Umm… embarrassing?” She said. I nodded, “I’m guessing the rope for the line wasn’t the worst thing yet?” She shook her head, “Not even close… at least I already had a diaper on. That girl over there,” she pointed to a girl right next to Madison, “didn’t come in one. Let’s just say it was a little exciting getting ready to come over here.” I noticed that the girls eyes were definitely red and signs of crying were present. It looked like there was a little bit of mascara she hadn’t cleaned off her face yet from coming over and I felt bad for her. “You?” “Not bad so far… I’m going to be a bit sheltered from some of it,” I whispered to her. She nodded, “I kind of wish I was already adopted…” “Already?” I whispered back to her. “You know it’s inevitable…” I looked at her and nodded, “Hopefully it’ll be someone nice at least,” I breathed sadly. She reached for my hand and said, “I’m glad I met you, I hope we stay friends this year?” “Through college!” I told her with a smile. “Good afternoon Boys and Girls!” a lady suddenly said from the front of the lecture hall. I was glad the lecture hall descended into the front or I wouldn’t have been able to see over the seat. As it was I found myself moving to kneel on my knees like a number of others in my row to see. “My name is Dean Sanders, and I am in charge of you adorable little boys and girls here at Emerson University.” Her smile made me think ‘Granny, what big teeth you have…’ and I felt a shiver of fear down my spine. “If you have any problems with any of the big kids at school, or you need anything at all, I want you to think of my door as always open. Please think of me as your mother away from home…” I really did shiver at that and noticed several other littles shift uncomfortably. “This afternoon and evening are a bit different for you from the big kids as we need to get you all used to the procedures of this university. I want to begin by making sure you know your rights and responsibilities here as our Griffin Chicks.” A powerpoint slide came up then with a stylized griffin in a diaper and I couldn’t help but know she thought of the room as just a bunch of babies to be. I bit my tongue though as she continued and ‘Protection’ flashed on the next slide. “I want you all to know that protective undergarments such as diapers or pull-ups are strongly encouraged here at Emerson, but they’re not required of any student during the daytime.” I heard someone whimper down the row and wondered why for a second before she continued, “Please know that we consider that wearing of these garments not to be a sign you need to be adopted as a baby, but rather that it’s a sign of your maturity of dealing with your weaknesses. A simple fact of life for littles is that pee-pee accidents will happen! While some of our bathrooms have been upgraded to have little potties, many times you may have to travel a long distance to find one. Having protection means that if you have an accident it’s contained in a sanitary manner.” She smiled, “We have no problems with a wet diapee or pull-up on a little student. Your fellow students, Nest Hens, Dorm Mother, or the medical facility will be happy to help you clean up into a new one if you need help. You’re always welcome to refuse help directly from a fellow student, but they will then take you to your Nest Hen, Dorm Mother, or the infirmary to make sure that you’re cleaned up properly.” She smiled, “After all diaper rash doesn’t help you concentrate on your coursework!” As if to add insult to everyone a little boy was shown with his pants wet in the hallway. Clearly a college student in his blazer and pants, you could see the terror in his eyes as someone made him pose for the picture. “Unfortunately we will have a few littles amongst you who are sure they can make it every time. Should you choose to not wear protection that’s your right! If you do have an accident though – anywhere on campus – you will have progressive consequences in the form of demerits and/or spankings.” I noticed a few littles nervously look around then and guessed they might have come without protection on. Her slide flashed to a new one with the words, ‘Ten Demerits’ in big bold words. Below the words it stated what she said, “If you have ten demerits in a year you will be expelled from the university. Additionally we will be legally obligated to hold you on campus until a responsible adult can take charge of you.” I could hear a few mutters of anger around, but myself kept absolutely silent like Laura next to me. “Any questions boys and girls?” She asked in a demeaning voice. “None?” She smiled, “One other item to note is that while it’s okay for you to have a wet diaper or pull-up in class, if you should have an issue with poopy in class you will receive eight demerits automatically.” One brave little boy raised his hands, “Miss, that’s in class? If we happen to defecate a diaper outside of class?” “Oh sweetie I know how hard it is for you all to make it to the potty!” She said in a sweet mom’s voice that made me want to vomit. “Outside of class if you have a poopy accident it’s okay and there’s no punitive consequences. We just don’t want to smell up professors classrooms! It’s a sanitary thing you understand?” “Thanks for the clarification Miss,” the little said as politely as he could. I couldn’t see much of him over the tall seats, but he seemed to be on the taller side for a little. ‘Probably just put a big target on his back…’ I thought to myself. The next slide that popped up said ‘Adoption – When Can I Be Adopted?’ with a picture of a smiling little girl with her ‘mommy’ tickling her stomach in what looked like a backyard. The thick diaper couldn’t be missed with the pink t-shirt being the only other thing she was wearing. ‘Mommy’s Princess’ her shirt read and I couldn’t help but wonder how much had been done to her. Just then I felt the need to nervously pee and decided to just get it over with. The warm pee made me wonder a moment later though why that picture made me feel a need to go so suddenly. I noticed a lot of shuffling right then and some whimpering. ‘Great, I hope there’s not some extra hypnosis going on here with subliminal messages…’ “This is an important topic that we must discuss with your rights, boys and girls. At Emerson you are in a place where you may not be adopted unwillingly by another student, staff member, or campus visitor. So long as you are wearing your name badge and uniform around campus – or town – you are protected legally from being forcibly adopted.” Something in her tone said she regretted that. “Without your badge or uniform on outside of your dorm though you should be aware that bystanders may not know that you attend the university. You are welcome to ask for a university representative at any adoption center to verify your student status, but failure to be in compliance with the badge and uniform rule means you have no protection.” She passed over to another slide with another smiling little in his ‘mommy’s’ arms. “Should you decide that the university coursework is too much for your little brain, you are more than welcome to come to my office and we offer adoption counseling to help you find a loving home to place you in.” The room was totally silent at that point as if everyone was shocked anyone would willingly dive into that. Things continued along that vein throughout the rest of the meeting as rules about Nest Groups, profanity, getting around campus, information about getting diapers, and other items were doled out. One of the roughest things I thought was the requirement that all little freshmen in the dorms had a bedtime of 7:30pm. She added that you could not get out of bed except for emergencies until 7:00am the next day when Nest Hens would check their chicks and help them get dressed. “What about the orientation events that are later than that?” one girl asked, “Griffins Fly is supposed to be at 7:30pm?” The Dean laughed, “Silly girl, that’s an event for the big boys and girls, you’ll need to be in your jammies and night diapees by then. Don’t want to have a cranky dorm of littles all day tomorrow!” I noted in my head that the wording was ‘in the dorms’ and knew that meant I could probably get out of a lot of requirements that way. I was going to have to be careful to keep that to myself though unless I wanted her to give me some demerits or find some other way to make my life miserable. “Well then, it’s about time for dinner. Your Nests will go back to the dorms and get ready for dinner. You’ll have a quick dorm meeting at 6:30pm before your Nest Mothers get you ready to roost in your beds for the night! Tomorrow morning there is an opening ceremony for the university that you’ll travel to with your nest group. After lunch if any of you have somehow not taken your CARE exams yet you will need to do so at 1pm. Please let your Nest Hen know so they can get you to the appropriate testing room. Welcome to Emerson University!” As we stood up I heard Madison shout, “Come on chicks, grab onto the rope so we can all stay in a nice line to the dorms.” I stood unsure what to do and Madison said, “You too Stacy.” “I think my mommy is supposed to meet me outside…?” “Well just grab on, and if we see her I’m sure she’ll come get you from me.” I wanted to send a quick text message but as soon as I reached for my backpack for my phone she chided me and said, “Here you go baby, just grab right on to this purple ring next to your BFF.” I turned red as I looked at Laura but grabbed on and followed them outside of the hall. From the row next to me I noted that another Nest Mother was scolding a little boy with wet pants, “That’ll be two demerits Grayson,” she said. “You know the rules now…” I shuddered and followed our rope line out the lecture hall feeling like I was truly in preschool. True to her word though Amanda was standing right outside and waved at me before coming up to Madison. “Hi, I’m here to pickup Stacy,” she told her with a smile. “I’m sorry, but parents aren’t allowed to take their students to dinner today.” Amanda frowned at that, “Since when?” “It’s a university regulation for littles…” “Where is that in the handbook?” Amanda asked with a smile, “As a professor I should know this one if it’s the case…?” Madison looked flushed then and I realized she was blushing. Dean Sanders came up to us the and said, “Oh Professor Westerfield! I didn’t expect to see you around orientation events for littles?” Amanda took her hand and laughed, “Normally no, but my little girl over there is starting out here and I needed to pick her up for dinner.” “Oh but of course, I’d almost forgotten about your unusual daughter! Miss Madison what’s the issue here?” She asked the girl. “Littles are supposed to have dinner on campus tonight with us!” she said with a bit of hiss to her voice. “Normally you are correct Madison, but Stacy here isn’t a resident. She lives with her mommy who’s one of our most distinguished professors. I know she’ll take great care in making sure Stacy is fed and back for her nest meeting tonight at 6:30pm in the dorm?” “Of course Jackie I will make sure she’s back. Is it going to be a long meeting? I know the littles on campus have a very early bedtime?” “Thirty minutes should be it,” the dean said. “Madison will make sure that she has your daughter out of there by seven so you can get her home and in bed there.” “Great!” Amanda said and held her hand out to me to grab on. It was only then that I let go of the rope and looked at the other littles looking at me jealously. Even Laura was envious, but I just smiled and said, “See you later!” “Oh, what room is your nest?” Amanda asked Madison as we had started to walk away. “Wenig, room two-ten,” Madison said obviously not happy. “Thanks! Have a good dinner!” She told her and the other girls. I held onto Amanda’s hand for the lifeline it was back to the car. As she lifted me into my car seat she felt my diaper and said, “Need a change, huh?” “Back home please?” I asked nervously. She kissed my forehead and said, “sure sweetie.” The drive home was of course again short and she wasted no time carrying me upstairs to the nursery and changing me into a dry Pamper. “So how was the meeting?” Amanda asked me as she carried me back downstairs. I thought for a moment, “Enlightening and scary…” “Scary?” She asked. “Dean Sanders has to be one of the scariest Amazons I’ve met…” “I thought maybe you would think that about Miss Madison there…” she told me with a squeeze. “She’s not exactly the friendly fun loving RA,” I admitted, “but Dean Sanders basically laid out everything to us about accidents and adoption. Just as she showed one of the slides I went pee almost as soon as I noticed I needed to go. A couple of the other littles I think went too… I’m thinking they had something in the slide?” “It’s possible,” Amanda told me as she reached the bottom step and carried me to my highchair to join Fred and Bella who were already sitting down. “With as common as it is in TV and movies right now I could see them easily doing that.” “Doing what?” Bella asked. “Subliminal messages,” I told her with a grimace. I looked and saw she was already bibbed and ready to eat with a baby bottle of apple juice on her tray. “All the time…” she griped. “How do you defend against them?” I asked curiously. She shrugged, “I don’t think there’s any sure way of doing it. I knew some people who swore by wearing contacts with a slight tint to them. It would at least let them notice the images some of the time if it was a still image. Doesn’t help when it’s just an occasional frame every hundred frames or so though.” I nodded and watched as Amanda settled my tray onto my highchair and brought me a sippy cup of juice. For a moment I felt a bit of jealousy over Bella’s bottle, but bit my tongue and asked, “What’s for dinner?” “Your daddy made shiskabobs,” Amanda said as she walked over to the stove and brought over two plates with food. Mine was cut somewhat smaller when she placed it in front of me. Bella’s though was practically mutilated into little minced pieces. Amanda left Bella’s plate just next to her own, but began putting a few pieces at a time on another small toddlers plate in front of Bella. While I was getting to use my tiny utensils Bella was using her fingers. I frowned at that, “Bella?” “What?” she asked me. “Umm…” “It’s okay Stacy,” Amanda told me, “remember what we talked about earlier…” Bella seemed to catch on, “It’s okay Stacy, I’m actually kind of enjoying everything today…” I looked at her and believed she was telling the truth, “If you’re sure…” I muttered and kept eating my food. “So how did your little orientation event go?” Fred asked. I retold, and now in more detail, all that had gone on with that and then in the morning. “So we knew everything about all of that though,” Fred said after I finished. I shrugged, “I guess?” “You have even less to worry about than anyone else Stacy,” Amanda told me reassuringly. “Except maybe from this Madison girl. I was really hoping you would be able to avoid having a Nest Hen assigned to you…” “Why do they call them Nest Hens?” Bella asked curiously. “Because the school mascot is the Griffins?” I told her. “What’s that?” “How…?” I paused, “How can you not know what a griffin is?” “I dunno? I never really paid attention in school?” “Harry Potter exist here?” I asked. “What’s that?” Amanda asked. I slapped my forehead, “I wonder if Mom and Dad can send me a shipment of cultural items…” “Important back home?” Fred asked. “Probably one of the largest books and movie franchises to exist back there. This author…” I paused and realized it wouldn’t matter… “Anyway… this author has a magic school and one of the houses mascots is the Griffin…” They all stared at me. I sighed and looked at Bella, “It’s a half-eagle and half-lion creature.” With the continued blank stare, “eagles raise their young in nests, so I guess they decided that littles are grouped in nests too.” “You’re also chicks to them,” Amanda said with a nod. “Chick, huh?” Fred said. “That’s Princess Chick to you,” I huffed as all three of them laughed at me. When Bella was done with her solid dinner Amanda released her from her high chair and carried her to the living room where she sat in the rocker. I sighed and looked at the small scoop of ice cream the Fred had given me while he munched on a larger bowl. “It’s smarter this way,” he reminded me. “I know, but if you’d told me a few weeks ago I’d be feeling withdrawals from not breastfeeding…” “I suppose you could always give in and give up?” He said softly. I shook my head, “No, my dream is worth more than that… You wouldn’t happen to know a way to cancel out the bad effects, would you?” He shook his head, “I wish I did, it would make it easier on you and Mandy both!” I quietly finished my scoop and felt a little rumbling in my stomach, “May I use my potty please?” “Sure chicklet,” he told me. I glared at him as he released me from my straps and I walked to the potty. With a little bit of effort I pulled the tabs of the dry diaper off and sat down on the potty before pushing out a couple small chunks of poop and some pee. “Good girl,” Fred said, “can you hold your skirt up so I can wipe you clean?” I did as he asked and he wiped me clean. “Thank you,” I told him softly. “No problem,” he told me, “You want to try and put your diapee back on while I throw this out?” I nodded and picked up the discarded garment. I remembered it was easier standing and leaning so I pulled it up and leaned against the cabinet and was able to pull the tabs tight. He bent down and checked when he returned, “Why aren’t you just a big girl!” I stuck my tongue out at him and he picked me up to give me a hug. “You ready to head back Stacy?” Amanda asked after I’d sat in his arms for a few moments. I shrugged, “I guess. I have to imagine this is going to suck…” “It might,” Amanda said, “but from now on unless you’re talking about sucking on your pacifier or a bottle I think it would be a good idea to skip using that word?” I nodded, “sorry Mommy,” I added with a sigh. She carried me to the car and we were soon parked on a lot close to Wenig Hall. She wasted no time in getting me out of the car and walked me up front to the entrance where a couple Amazon girls and Mrs. Walters were talking. Amanda walked me inside and said, “Good evening, I was told Stacy needs to meet with her nest group for a little bit tonight?” “That’s right, Dean Sanders mentioned that. I guess she was assigned to Miss Madison?” “Room 210?” I added helpfully. “That’s the right one sweetie!” she said condescendingly. “Did you happen to bring your orientation shirt?” I nodded and patted my backpack, “It’s in my backpack?” “Great! I’m sure Madison will help you get it on real quick before we do our last activity before bedtime. Professor Westerfield if you want you can just hang out here in the lobby until seven? All of our residents are going to take a picture just before then and then you can take her from here?” “That sounds great!” she told her. “Meg, would you please help Stacy here find her nest?” “Sure thing!” the larger of the girls said. I couldn’t help but notice she had a very plump body with large breasts. I squirmed internally as I thought of the fact she probably would have a lot of littles feeding from them at some point… She held her hand out tentatively and I took it. She led me down a hallway past the desk and to a bank of elevators. “So why are you so special that you’re only here for the nest meeting?” She asked inquisitively. Her voice was friendly, but she seemed to have a wary tone to it. “I’m adopted,” I told her, “so I have to live with Mommy and Daddy instead of in the dorms,” I told her. Something inside of me told me that trying to behave maturely in these dorms wasn’t a bright idea. I kept my senses on high alert for details and noted that there were five floors in the dorm total when she pressed the second button. “Wow, and you’re still coming to school?” I nodded and said sweetly, “Mommy wants me to be smart like her and Daddy.” “Aren’t you worried your classes will be too much for your little brain?” I giggled, “I think I’ll be fine.” She shook her head but led me outside of the elevator as it opened. “Let’s see, here we go! Room 210, Miss Madison’s Nest.” I felt my mouth drop a bit as I came into the large open room that was more like a barracks in some ways than the modern dorms I had seen back home. Well… a daycare barracks! Parallel to the walls on three sides of the room were ten lofted beds over desks. Each bed had a small staircase leading up to it from one side and the side rails were all mesh about two feet high. ‘So littles can’t fall out?’ I thought to myself. I noted that the height of the beds meant most of the Amazons could probably still reach in and pluck out a little if need be. The desks seemed to be decent sized, but all of the white furniture in the room just screamed ‘baby girl.’ I noticed that a sign in block letters had been placed on each bed for the girls in the room. A small wardrobe and dresser adjoined the bed/desk units. The walls of the room were painted in a sickeningly sweet pink of a nursery, and as I turned to the side I noticed that Madison had Laura up on a large, and well stocked changing table with her legs and naked rear hanging in the air. “Miss Madison I found a visitor for you,” the girl said and with a pat on my head left me there alone. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ So this chapter and the coming chapters were what I had originally been thinking of when I started this twenty-eight chapters ago! What did you think? Please leave me a ‘like’ and/or a comment to help keep me motivated this weekend! I’m hoping maybe I can get a chapter or two more written before Monday! Thanks again for reading!

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