Yesterday was really something. It all started when whodoyacallit made me go to the convenience store in a ridiculously short skirt with no panties. He made me behave rather sexually suggestive, bending over for something at the bottom shelf and blatantly displaying my pussy to some creepy guy.

Jonmas was more or less putting up with all this, sitting quietly in a corner and reading a book. It was weird. I felt like I wanted him to join in maybe but I guess it wasn't the right time and place and he seemed very understanding. I was looking forward to coming home to him, though because I felt like we could finally have some sex.

So far it was relatively harmless *g*. I was tormented in tha chat by whodoyacallit, krysta and demi who pretended over and over to trigger me somehow and I grew really paranoid. I half expected puppy's punishment trigger to go off any time but it didn't. Then when someone brought it up and I thought about what had happened if I had been triggered in the convenicence store, I was so shocked and repelled that I blushed and that set it off for real. You know what I was instructed to do and I did that. I could not stop. It was terrible. But whodoyacallit was up for more and so was I so he had me change panties, clean up a little and then go out.

After that, I relatively spontaneously went out to hit the bar. I felt really light headed this time and as you know I was entirely committed to puppy's punishment so as I rode there I felt my bowels still carelessly pushing away, virtual (so I hoped) poo gathering in the back of my panties. Gawd, it was really daring to do it but I felt compelled to. It was utterly arousing the whole time. I grew so used to the feeling of going nonstop into my panties, I was almost able to tune it ount. Yes, I was a little nervous that maybe what I did was more real than I hoped, but there didn't seem to be any way to find out so I just naively hoped for the best. Good thing, the place was really crowded and the guy from last time wasn't there. I guess if I had spotted him, I'd have chickened out after all. I was on the edge the whole time.

As you may remember, I was still dressed like a total slut and therefore I got a heck of a lot attention. I didn't know if that was a good thing. Sure, I enjoyed being the slut but at the same time I was worried about if I could not maintain control of the situation. I tried to concentrate on the feeling inside my panties and I really wanted to know if I was pooing for real. If I was I'd have to be extremely cautious. But I just could not decide. Sure, it felt fairly real but on the other hand, I had been already going big time before and I guessed that I must have been empty at the time. I decided to go for the compromise and shamelessly flirt with someone, but not to let him get into my panties. He would not want to anyway *g*.

I had to smile to exavtly one guy for exactly five seconds to get him to come over and talk to me. He didn't seem to be my type but since I didn't really want anything, it was okay. At least I got his attention, you know such a thing gets me off. I guess I was acting rather shameless and the result was quite amusing. I felt him growing more and more sure about my motivation being wanting to get laid. He came closer and more daring and I encouraged him by not pulling back and whispering into his ear. He didn't even bother to offer me a drink or anything, he was just too caught up by my appearent approach.

And somewhere arounf then I suddenly whispered to him something like "you know I really can't stop pooping into my panties". He looked puzzled, saying pardon, thinking he misheared me. I giggled and said the exact same thing again. He stepped back and looked at me rather shocked, appearently trying to decide if I had a weird sense of humor, some kind of mental disorder or a disgusting sexual fetish. I don't know which one he decided to go for, but he went away after that. He stared at me from a distance for the whole rest of the evening. I felt SO excited and so powerful for having had him come so close and then turning his obvious lust into disgust. I'm sure he was, in a way hating himself for not being into what I had told him. He was probably thinking what a slut, I would have done her big time, but when she said that, I just couldn't go on. I felt great and suddenly I realized how good it could feel to be disgusting.

I wanted to try hitting on another guy but then I remmebered that I should probably be home so I wouldn't be too late for work. I guess my safety net kicked in or something but I really felt like fun time was over and I had to take care of my work life so I decided to change my panties and go to bed. Turned out I could change them and there really WAS something in there. Uh-oh. Good thing I wasn't made to bend over like at the convenience store.

Now I just got up and immidiately felt like I should write whodoyacallit about yesterday night so I am doing that right now. As soon as my eyes popped open this morning, I realized with a start that I was pooing into my bed and I expected a big time disaster. Luckily, it seemed to be only in my head this time. Phew.

Btw, that Jonas guy had disappeared again and I feel like I really missed something there. :-/ I guess he just came along the wrong day or something. He had been really patient with me and he didn't even mind what I was doing yesterday evening, but when I came home he was just gone. In a way that was good, because I really needed to go to bed. But I still believe I missed out ther. My fault I guess for being such a slut.

Well now I've gotten up and I guess I should be heading for work. But I just turned on the washer and maybe that is a good thing. I a m running out of panties and it feels like I am going nonstop into mine again. Worst thing, I can't even take them off.