i just came home from a nice, innocent sunday afternoon just strolling around and enjoying such a gorgeous day. Perfectly innocent, yeah right. Well, on the bright side: I did not soil myself in any way. Instead I behaved like a first class cock tease. I did not realize that until now, but boy did I put effort into it.

It started when I had just cleaned up from my chat session with puppy and demi. I felt like I needed to do something normal for a change, I already felt like a total freak for meeting up with people in a chat room so they can make me poop myself. I was looking forward to enjoying a nice summer day all by myself.

I chose my wardrobe in a way that I though to be suitable for the occasion. I chose a pair of pink panties that have the words "trigger me" written on the back of them. I knew I had to be careful not to flash those accidentally so I chose a skirt that was long enough to cover them. Not much longer though, it was hot outside after all. With that I wore a tight white tank top with no bra and I felt like I was ready to go.

I didn't really know what to do or where to go but I felt like I should spend the afternoon walking around and having some alone time. It was really nice for a change. I went for a cone of ice cream, but it wasn't such a great Idea. I dropped my whole change on the floor and had to pick it up which I did eagerly, flashing my panties rather indiscreetely. It was kinda fun to notice them noticing *g*. Some guys came to help but I felt like I had to pick the coins up myself. I think I was a little rude when they handed me the change back. I always tried to bend with my back to them, so they'd really notice my effort. People were probably seeing my panties quite well but fortunately nobody called attention to the "trigger me" phrase on them. I can only imagine what would have happened if someone'd asked me about it.

I kept spilling the melting ice cream onto my top, yelling "fuck this shit" and similar vulgar exclamations whenever it happened until the fabric was soaked in pink strawberry runoff. It ran all over my finger too and as I wasn't even halfway finished, I dropped the whole cone on the floor. I cursed like a sailor. I felt like I had to pick it up for some reason and throw it into the trash so I tried that and got my fingers all sticky and messy. I went to a fountain and, swearing and cursing the whole time, I washed off the sticky goo.

I then decided to stroll along the shopping mall which was closed but I figured I'd stroll along the windows anyway. Maybe I'd find something I like and could buy later.

Somehow I had really grown a sudden weird sense of tidiness as there were a few flyers lying on the floor and I felt that I should really pick them all up. I noticed that a couple of youngsters were there and they tried to look up my skirt. I told them off rather rudely, but it was not helping very much as they just laughed. "Nice ass" one of them said. I blushed, knowing that they had seen my panties. After all, those guys were minors. I hoped that none of them would mention my trigger and luckily they didn't. Then I found that I could at least try to have some fun. One of the guys went to tease me by taking a bunch of flyers and throwing them on the ground on purpose, one by one, so I had to bend over again and again. It was fun and I returned the favor by showing off my bum. I felt compelled not only to bend in a way that was more than obscene, sticking out my panty clad bum which was barely covered by my way too short skirt. I found that I needed to turn so I was always sticking my bum in their direction. It was no use to try doing it any other way. It was only when one of them came up and touched my bottom that I decided to pull away, tell him where to get off and storm away, blushing hotly.

I went to the park, walking around the pond and trying to find stuff on the floor. I didn't know exactly why but I felt rather helpful *g*. Interestingly enough, I found a few coins. Suddenly my phone rang and as I fumbled it out of my purse, I pretty much spilt the whole contents onto the grass. Fucking shit! I had to pick it all up but at least it was a fun opportunity to show off my panties to the admiring public. Well, at least some guys seemed to like. They whistled at me and I smiled happily at them. One of them came up and asked me for my phone number. I giggled and wanted to tell him no nicely. I was a little shocked when I heared myself say "piss off, I won't fucking do that." I apologized and then muttered to myself "shit!". I guess he thought I had tourette or something. I'm happy it didn't get me into trouble but the guy didn't really look like that type of person.

I then checked who had called me and it was Mistress. She ordered me to return home and call her so I obeyed. We had a very short session on the phone here, but I don't remember it. I guess it wasn't that important.

As I was finished I suddenly realized what I had done and now that I have written about it, it makes sense that erik fiddler did this. Wow, it was really embarassing, but at the same time it felt so good and natural when I was doing it. I didn't even get any negative comments this time. Way better than before. Although I have really looked like a slut, and a clumsy one too. As I was so extremely incapable of not spilling my ice cream onto my top, I guess it was partly see though. With no bra underneath, maybe you can imagine... but now it has dried and it looks like somthing different entirely. It looks like dried up cum which isn't really any better. I will change now.


I got two new files. One from watcher:

As you read this you realize that you MUST DO what you are told to do. The thought of having any choice or even any conscious recollection of this email will seem utterly ridiculous. You simply MUST DO what I tell you to do and you know that you are going to love this once again.

I have asked you in a previous email to fantasize about things that you find very extreme but still exciting. You know that I will take one of your ideas, or even several ones, and make you actually act them out. That is right, you will know that something very embarassing is about to happen after you read this file, but you will be oblivious of what it is. You will be very nervous about it but at the same time it will make you so utterly excited that you are going to wonder all the time until it happens.

The next time you plan to go out clubbing, or to a bar, you will want to eat something before that you know will give you terrible gas. It will not be something you are allergic to or anything like that, but something that you know will give you gas for hours. You will prepare or get that type of meal so it will be a couple of hours before you go out. You will try timing it so that by the time you are at the club or at the bar, you will need to fart all the time.

Eating the food will feel like a good idea because you will maybe want to drink something later on and you know that it is wise to eat properly before doing that. You will not notice or suspect anything about why you chose the food you did. It will just seem like something you really want to eat at that point. You will eat a lot of it so that you are sure you will not get hungry again too soon. You will not think about what the food might do to you. When you feel that you need to fart a lot you will not understand why you do. You will choose a night spot where you wouldn't normally go and you will make sure that there are no peole there who know you. You will check that you know the place is safe and that there are some people, giving you tha chance to safely hit on someone if you feel like it.

You will want to dress sexily for the occasion because you will find that you are horny and you will want to get laid. You will not seek out anything even remotely serious just a nice one night stand.

On the way to the club you will carefully avoid farting. But once you are there, you will find that whenever someone checks you out and you notice it, you will immidiately blow a fart if you can. The noise will be concealed by the music probably, but the smell will be obvious and it will be utterly humiliating. You will blush wehenever something made you fart.

You will want to find some guy to impress, you will behave rather sluttish and you will want to get him really horny so he will want to do whatever you intend. But whenever you find him looking at your body in a way that could be seen as lustful, you will blow another fart. You will really try to pick that guy up but you will also want to disguise the fact that you are the one who is farting all the time. Thus, you will want to go outside with the guy, so you can get away frrom the awful smell inside. But on the outside, of course it will be worse. You will still fart loudly every time he looks at your body in a way that seems admiring. But if he shows any sign of disgust, you will fart one last time and then run off, saying that you really need to take a huge dump right now. You will excape to the loo, where instead you will lock yourself in a stall and masturbate until you come. You will keep farting in the stall, while you frig yourself, whenever you can. Only when you have come from your embarassment and masturbation will you be completely freed of this file.

If you feel like this is too much for you, you will ignore this file and respond saying "I'm not doing that, you sick pervert." If you feel like you might secretly enjoy it you will obey this file entirely and respond saying "I'll love doing that because I am a sick pervert."

You will also post your response on your journal. All the time until you have done what this file makes you do, you will keep mentioning that girls should never fart in public and that it is disgusting and that you would never do such a thing.


As usual, I don't really get what this one does but it feels like I will love doing this because I am a sick pervert.

Wow, where did that come from? Anyway I think farting in public is something disgusting and unworthy of a girl like me.


There is also a new file from heather:

You must do this. You have made Puppy need your permission to poop, but you are going to find you need my permission to stop. You know you must do this because it is a fair and fitting punishment for your last email.

The next time you orgasm, for any reason, you will feel your bowels contract and push out a little bit of poop. This will just keep on happening. As long as you are alone and safe, you will continue slowly pooping, completely helplessly. If it isn't safe to do so, or once you are empty and can't poop any more, you will just think you are slowly increasing the load in the back of your pants. You will be able to change your underwear if you need to be clean, but you will carry on feeling like you are still pooping into your clean pants, even when you know you really aren't. If you know you need to be clean for something, or there are people around, you will know that you aren't really pooping, but you will carry on feeling it.

You know that you will only be able to stop feeling this when I give you permission to stop, or if you need to sleep.


Again I have no clue what this one does and I can only suspect that it may be kinda evil. But what I really loved about this afternoon is that I managed to have a lot of fun without doing something disgusting for a change. Unless you call spilling ice cream on a tank top disgusting. I call that silly. And I have some hope that maybe there will be more into the "slutty" direction now and not just something that will make me go into my panties, or a diaper again.

I really have grown to like the feeling of being in a diaper desu but it isn't really something that I like to do just for itself. I just have some concern for my furniture at times.