naughtyjeanette's Recent EntriesDesperate for punishmentby naughtyjeanetteI have pretty much spent my whole workday thinking about what is coming to me. I really long for punishment and so far I was denied it. I have just returned home from work and I will try to explain what happened before and then I will check my email. It takes all my willpower to do this but I guess if I read my email now maybe I will be so occupied by it that I won't be able to write what happened before I went to work.
I had received an email from puppy:
Thakyou for telling me how much you are anticipating this email. Knowing
that will just make it easier to obey, and still easier to forget.
THIS IS YOUR NEW HYPNOFILE
You will be so relieved to receive this email that you will obey it
completely and helplessly, and then just as easily forget it. You will
instead remember me sending an email that I want to make you wait a while
longer. You will find your need to be punished by me growing even
stronger, until it is a desire that overrules any other. It won't distract
you enough for your workmates or friends to worry, but when you are alone
and have nothing urgent to do, it will feel like you are about to burst
with anticipation. Some time, you might even feel so overcome with need
that you will have to send another email that will make me trigger you.
You might feel a little guilty about this, but only in a good way because
you know that being triggered like this lets me send out the things I
really want to without feeling guilty myself.
You will also discover that you own a package of nappies, but you ill be
convinced they were left at your door as a free sample, and you just found
them this morning. You'll be happy to tell everyone that you got them, but
you might find that you dread opening them. You will be too scared to open
the nappies until I tell you to, so if anybody else sends you a command to
use them, you will leave that email as if you haven't read it until you've
done my punishment.
Now, let yourself completely forget receiving this email, let it fade from
your memory and let your need to be punished by me grow, as you read it
through the second time and accept my words completely.
I could not recall what was in it exactly but I was disappointed and almost horrified to know that she was tormenting me by delaying my punsihment some more. Suddenly I had some strange product sample delivered to my house. It was odd, I know, but someone left a package of adult incontinence diapers on my doorstep. Don't know who did that and I really hope that nobody saw me wet myself.
I also noticed a pink sticky note on my living room floor. I knew that I had to pick it up as I tried I found I could not. I did all that heather had tried when she discovered one of those herself but it was no use. I bent over with my legs straight - I did that anyway - it didn't help. I did so in a short skirt so I'd be flashing my undies if someone would be watching- id did not help. I tugged and tugged on the darn thing but it was just stuck so tightly to the ground that I found there was only one thing left to try. Demi had given me the hint that puppy once found a note similar to mine and she had to wear wet panties to be able to pick it up. It didn't make very much sense, but those were the rulse so if I wanted that thing I figured I'd have to wet my panties on purpose. It was humiliating but I was so desperate for my punishment and I thought that maybe it had to do with this note. I chose the most "normal" option and just sat on the toilet to pee, but with my panties on. I carefully let go and afterwards I tried to dry myself up at the seams of my panties, leaving only the gusset soaking. Then I put the skirt back on as I felt I'd need it to really pick upt the note like heather had.
Again I tried but it didn't work. I felt really stupid and humiliated for wearing wet panties and worst of all I had to go to work so I did. I could think of nothing else than how much I deserved punishment. I really don't know what is wrong with me and why I am so obsessed with this. But I am.
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