I've not been online at home lately, Adam thomehow forgot to pay the billth. Tho I've not been able to do the thingth you thent me for a couple of dayth, and not been able to potht what I have done. And thethe thingth are too bad to write about from work.

I was working thaturday morning again, though nobody theemed to know why. Maybe there wath thome bug in the computer that maketh the timetableth. Tho I wath thpending motht of the moring wandering around doing general filing. I knew there wath a couple of thuggethtionth in my mind too, but I jutht couldn't remember what.

One good thing wath that I got plenty of thpare time to keep checking mythelf in the mirror. Thometimeth, when I looked out of the corner of my eye, it looked like there wath nothing there, like my reflection had vanithhed. But then I looked at it properly, and it wath there again. I kept nipping into the genth to thee if I could thee mythelf.

As it came up to luncthtime, my cow-orker Lewith saw me standing in there looking at mythelf. He thaid "Chaecking if your butt ith good enough to thow off?" and I bluthed so much, I could feel mythelf turning pink. I wath trying to think of thome scathing retort, when Della behind him whithperth thomething, and thmileth at me, "Nithe athth though" and winkth. I wathn't thure if the'th laughing at me or him, but thuddenly then I've got other thingth to worry about.

Ath thoon as I thought about my bum, I realithed it'th demanding more attention, I need to poop pretty urgently. I glanthed around me, but thuddenly I didn't know where the toilet was. I panicd for a second, then just slammed the door to hide my embarrathment from everybody elth. I paced back and fourth in the tiny room, knowing there thould be a loo around there thomewhere, but I just couldn't find it.

It theemed like hourth, but it wath probably jutht a couple of minuteth before I felt the pretthure in my bowelth thtart to thubthide, and at the thame time I could thee the toilet right next to me. I thighed, glad itth over, and then thuddenly felt even more athamed as I realithed I'd started going in my knickerth. I wath taking a dump, fouling mythelf, and there wath nothing I could do to thtop it, thothe muthels jutht didn't rethpond.

I wath thitting on the loo, feeling the meth fill the back of my knickerth, and I jutht felt tho helpleth, tho dirty. I cant dethcribe how much it turned me on, knowing thereth nothing I could do, knowing that thomeone elth'eth control over me went tho deep. While I wath thtill pooing, I thtarted to touch mythelf through the thick cotton of my underwear. It wath tho humiliating, but it jutht felt like the right thig to do. If I'm going to be a naughty girl, I can at leatht get thome pleathure out of it. I didn't notithe when my bowelth thtoped, but a minute later I came tho hard. I'm helpleth to rethitht whatever you tell me, and now I really know, I love it.

I had to fluth my knickerth, get cleaned up ath betht I could. Jutht hope that that email wouldn't make me do anything more in the few minuteth it took me to sign out. On the way out, I thaw another one of thothe pictureth on the floor by retheption, and knew Lewith wath thtill laughing at me, thinking he could humiliate me. Well, I gueth it'th a kind of thtrength, I looked it and realised how thmall hith effortth are. I knew the effecth of naughtyemailthlave'th email were done now, I could just kneel and pick it up. But it theemed thome kind of irony, I bent over at the waitht, making thure my naked bum wath pointed thtraight at the bathtard, and gave it a little wiggle ath I picked up the pic. I straightened up, dropped it in my mailboxth, gave him the finger and thtrode out.

Then I got home, thtripped off to get a good look at mythelf, and wrote an email to equinox. And realithed my email wathn't working. I'll send it again thoon.

Email from deki889@gmail.com

Since you wish to try different things, for the next hour you will act very unlady like. You will act like a slob, use vulgar language normally, have no manners. Basically be free from all the norms that females are expected to follow. After the hour you will return to normal.

For the next 24 hours, every time you look into a mirror, no matter where it is, you will not be able to see yourself in it if you are wearing any clothing or jewelry at all. This will fascinate you and you will make extra trips to the restroom at work to see if your reflection is in the mirrors there, which it will not be if you are wearing any clothing or jewelry. If you are not wearing any clothing or jewelry when you look into a mirror, you will see your ideal body that you desire for yourself in your heart and soul. It may not look like your current body, but you will know it is yours and you will love it. As soon as you are at home and safe you will strip completely naked of clothing and jewelry and look into the largest mirror you own. You will remember the contents of this email. You will also need to send me a good description of your ideal body for my next hypnofile to you. You may leave out any details you consider too embarrassing, however you still need to be very descriptive. equinox13

You know that you MUST DO everything that is written in this file. You will read it thoroughly, eagerly absorbing all the instructions I will give to you. You know that, despite loving to taunt me, you are really just worse sluts than I am or could ever be. Knowing this will make you even more aroused and obedient, making it incredibly easy to go deep, deep, deep right now and follow all my commands. This is what you MUST DO and what you want to do. You will have absolutely no recollection whatsoever of having ever received this mail by me. It will, however be your absolute desire to follow it in every little detail. This isn't something you can choose to do or not do. You have already chosen when you decided to taunt me. You KNEW that I had to do something to get my revenge on you. You KNEW that eventually, you'd HAVE TO OBEY this file. You MUST DO what I tell you to do. You have shown me that you love parading around in those short skirts you're wearing. You know that they are highly inappropriate, but they feel so GOOD on your body, especially on your asses....umh... You absolutely love your asses..... oh.. and you cannot resist showing them off. At the same time, you will recognize that your lewd behavior is actually highly inappropriate and everybody around you seems to disapprove of it. Realizeing that, you will feel a deep seated need to earn some respect. But you know that you are just taunting sluts, so the only way of earning respect that will come into your mind is showing off your assets. You'll want to carry a few books around you at all times you are on campus to maybe fool some people into believing that you are more than just sluts. But whenever somebody treats you disrespectful, you will know that you MUST DO something else. When it happens, you will drop your books. Realizing it you will say "oops" in a very playful manner. Then, you will turn with your back at the person whose respect you want to earn and then slowly bend over from the waist to pick up your dropped books, keeping your legs perfectly straight, flashing your pretty panties in an obscene manner. The moment that your hands touch those books, however, you will suddenly realize what you are doing and how extremely inappropriate it is. You will recognize then, that you have done something bad and freeze in shock for a few seconds. Then you will straighten up quickly and go. Every time you obey the command I just gave you, you will feel aroused and ashamed at the same time. Despite feeling humiliated, you will take pride in at least having put on a good show. Now if someone should actually be impressed by what you do and make any comment of appreciation about your ass... ungh... like saying "nice ass"... uh... at any time, you will notice something about it that you MUST DO immidiately. You will find that you need to put the aforementioned body part to use. You will feel an overwhelming need to empty your bowels, because that is what that dirty body part was really made for. You know that some people may enjoy looking at it, but there is something more important you have to do and it will instantly demand your full attention. You will desperately try to find a rest room, but you will be unable to spot them. No matter how well you remember to know the locations of the nearby restrooms, no matter if there are signs pointing them out, these rooms will just not be existent for you. After exavtly one minute of desperation, you will suddenly feel your bowel muscles pushing strongly and you will begin to empty your bowels into your pretty panties. It will happen slowly but steadily, there will be no way of stopping it from happening. As you realize what you are doing, you will finally remember where the nearest bathroom is and you will be allowed to go there You will be completely unable to pull down your panties until you are finished voiding your bowels into them. You will then clean yourself up as good as possible, feeling dirty and ashamed. and without wearing panties. After you have soiled your panties, you will be free of the commands in this file. You will, however, remember every detail of what you did, knowing that I made you humiliate yourself and that you'll never want to taunt me ever again. If this is the second time you are reading this file, you will be reday to obey it. Otherwise you will read this file once again, embedding my commands deeply in your mind. You MUST DO everything I command you to do in this file and you will have no recollection of having received this email.

Once you have read this email, you will know that you MUST DO everything that it says. When you go to write your next journal entry, you will find that you are unable to use the s key. Anywhere you would normally use an 's' sound, you will replace it with 'th'. You will not notice that you have done this, until someone points it out to you. Once you have finished reading and accepting this email, you will go post a journal entry, and talk about how you know something was done to you, but you're not sure what, exactly.