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Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

It's worked. It's worked! Just for a second, he panics. He's fantasized about this moment for so long, he's almost come to believe it was a story he's been telling himself, inside his own head. But then he gets himself together. Why did you bother doing it , he asks himself sarcastically, if you're not going to follow through. So, here's the snobby, arrogant, complaining Mrs McAndrews, now at his mercy. And he's given her some very clever post-hypnotic suggestions. Just a few, for now, to test out his new toy - for, from now on, that's what she is. His plaything. She no longer has free will - save that deep down, some part of her knows what's being done to her, like a prisoner unable to resist, screaming from within their cell while their jailors go through their treasured belongings. When I slap my left shoulder, he's told her, you will bend forward to inspect the groceries I've delivered. When you do that, you'll see that the robe you're wearing falls open when you bend, and that your tits are showing. A wave of embarrassment at what you are revealing will sweep over you. You will try to adjust the robe, but no matter how much you try, you will know that it's failing to protect your modesty. Your whole mind will be engulfed with total humiliation. You will know that your tits are the saggiest, softest, smallest tits that have ever been seen on an adult woman. You will feel so ashamed of them that you will ask my forgiveness for inflicting them upon me. You will beg me to forget I've seen them. And then, when I slap my right shoulder - you will know exactly what you've said, have no idea why you said it. You will feel total mortification that you said anything so silly. He slaps his right shoulder with his left hand!
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

for absolutely no apparent reason i feel the sudden need to check the groceries. my mind screams at me, telling me that i am wearing nothing but a bathrobe, but my body doesn't obey and i bend over the two bags on my porch. i see, feel the soft cotton belt slipping, the front of my robe opens up completely and my soft breasts dangle helplessly down. i blush deeply, feeling more ashamed than ever before in my life. clumsily i reach for the belt, desperately trying to tie it again, but whatever i do, nothing works. the belt defies all rules of physics and stubbornly stays open. deadly ashamed i stand on my porch, still bending over the grocery bags, my bathrobe open, my breasts dangling down, and i know that i will not be able to close the robe again, no matter how hard i will try, i know it will no close. tears start to roll down my cheeks as i suddenly realize that my breasts are most certainly the saggiest, softest and smallest breasts any woman could ever have. in my humiliation i look up at the grocery delivery guy, realizing that he is staring at my open robe and, in my humiliation and shame i whisper ... i ... i am so sorry, s...so very, very sorry. please forgive me for forcing my saggy, soft and tiny tits on you. it must be horrible for you to have to look at my disgusting breasts. please, please find it in your heart to forgive me.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

Yes. They are disgusting, he replies. He adopts the voice that teachers used to use to him, back in his school days. They said he'd never amount to anything - well, he thinks, how many of them now have another human being to control, to do with as they like? Any twelve year old would be ashamed of those ridiculous little saggy dugs. Never mind a supposedly adult woman! He walks over to her, and hefts them, but as soon as he lets them go, they flop down again. He's deliberately given her the post hypnotic suggestion that she can never prevent him when he touches her. He could, of course, have touched her as much as he liked while she was still under the influence, but this is better. Now, he knows, she desperately wants to stop him, prevent him touching her, wants to hide her embarrassing breasts away from the world. But she can't, and she doesn't know why. He enjoys seeing the tears of humiliation roll down her cheeks. They really are pathetic, he continues, slapping them. They wobble, comically, from side to side, and he laughs, and by her face he can see that's made her humiliation even worse. Let's see if the rest of you is as bad. In her fumbling she has only managed to half-knot the belt of the robe, and a single pull releases it. He knows she'd love to prevent him, but she is totally powerless to prevent him. Actually, her legs aren't too bad, and her figure is quite slim, but he's not going to tell her that. Well, the rest of you isn't much better, is it? He continues. Look at that pot belly - how many children have you had? Fifty? And as for those gross, fat thighs and skinny calves. You really are deformed aren't you? And even your nipples aren't like a proper woman's. They're just crinkles, like paint splotches. He inserts a finger into her vagina. And what an ugly cunt you have. How did it get so loose? Surely not from fucking. Who'd want to fuck a woman as ugly as you? He walks inside. As well as violating her body, he is now violating her house - and she can't stop him. He finds her bedroom, and begins selecting clothes. A tank top, that she's normally wear a blouse under, but for now she'll wear it on its own. Tight shorts, that he can tell only get worn in the garden. And high-heel shoes, that will make her look like the slut he is going to make her into. OK, put these on, he says. We're going for a walk.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

i am still standing on my porch, my robe completely open and unable to move even though i have tried. why? what is happening to me? why can't i at least walk into the house and stop all this humiliation? i know he was lying about my body. i do not have a potbelly, nor are my legs deformed. i might not be a model, but i am a pretty woman, and not just for my age. but why did i take his verbal and physical abuse without fighting back? desperately i try to remember what has happened, but whenever i reach the moment i felt the need to inspect the groceries, there is a void, and total blackness. i look at the clothes he put on the railing of the porch and there is absolutely no way i will wear those. the tank top belong under a blouse or jacket, the shorts a nothing but old cut-offs that i wear in the back yard sometimes when i just want to soak in some sun, or do some light gardening. and those shoes, no way. my husband bought them 3 years ago, right after our daughter was born. i guess he wanted me to feel pretty again, but i never wore them, never ever! i am just not the type for high heels, i prefer sandals, clogs and sneakers. the only elegant shoes i ever buy are 3 inch maximum, and only to wear them on special occassions, but those are at least 5 inch, i will probaly not even be able to walk in those. i turn to him to tell him all that and i do, but at the same time i slip out of my bathrobe and drop it on the porch, walk over to the clothes he layed out and start to dress. tears of shame run down my face. my body seems to have a mind of his own and doesn't listen to my mind. i need to know what is going on. he just grins listening to me, telling him that i will not wear those clothes, but at the same time pulling the shorts over my bum and the top over my breasts. finally i realize that i can't go on like this. i look into his amused eyes and whisper what are you doing to me? why am i unable to do what i want, even though i very clearly know what is right and what is wrong? what ever you have done to me, please, please stop it. give me my life back, i beg you.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

Oh, you're so pretty when you beg, he laughs. Pathetic, but pretty. OK, I'll answer your question. I have made you mine. My slave. To do whatever I want, when I want it. You will wear what I choose, do what I say. He watches as she wriggles herself into the cut-off shorts, and tugs with all of her strength, trying to hide her buttocks. It's no good pulling them down like that, he continues. They were made for a normal woman, not one with that huge fat ass of yours. The more you fuss with them, the more they're going to ride up. She struggles into the tight tank-top, and she tugs at the hem, trying to cover as much as her midriff as possible, but it just rides up again. Look at you. Your top can't even cover that fat belly of yours, he chortles. When she puts the shoes on, she can barely walk. Where she got such shoes from, he can't imagine. Probably her husband brought them for her. Is that it? he asks, as if she can hear his thoughts. Did your husband buy them, in a desperate attempt to make you sexy, instead of a frumpy, saggy-titted old slag? well, it didn't work. You're still ugly. Still, you'd better get used to wearing them, because it's going to be happening a lot. Whenever I choose, and I'm going to choose often. He thought for a moment. She deserved some small mercy, at least. But I'm not going to make you look an idiot in front of your children. They've done me no harm, and don't deserve to know their mother's a useless, pathetic slut who can't defend herself. Now, let me look at you. He makes her twist and turn in front of him, like a fashion model. He approaches her and again hefts her breasts, but they just fall back down again, since he has not laid out a bra for her. Look at those useless, floppy things. Call yourself a woman? OK, get your wallet. You're taking me down to the liquor store, to buy me something to drink.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

the word slave hits me like a ton of bricks. my free will completely gone? unable to refuse any order from him, no matter what i want? more tears appear and silently roll down my cheeks. if he had been merciful, he would have at least taken over my mind completely, so i wouldn't remember anything, but he didn't. he must hate me bad to make me see, feel and go through all this knowingly, but unable to prevent it. i hear myself say yes, my husband bought those, right after our daughter was born i can't even refuse to answer his humiliating questions, he didn't leave me any freedom at all. my hands tremble, my body shakes as i am quietly crying. i want to sit down, just for a moment, but instead i walk into the house and get my purse as ordered, waiting for him to lead the way, or give me another order, whatever it may be, i know now that i will do it.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

He leads her out to where her car is parked, smirking. She is having trouble walking in the unfamiliar high shoes, and a gentleman, anyone who cared about her might have offered her an arm to assist her. But she is a plaything, not a woman, and if she falls over it's her own problem not to mention yet another humiliation to inflict upon her so he does nothing. From the reflection in the car window he sees her struggling to keep up, her progress not helped by continually having to tug down the tight shorts to preserve as much modesty as possible. You should see the way those pathetic tits of yours wobble when you walk fast, he laughs, as she opens the door for him. He makes her stand to attention until he's seated comfortably, and only then gives her permission to get into the car and start the engine. Tersely, he gives her directions, now and then reaching across to lightly slap her breasts, causing them to jiggle in a way that causes him no end of amusement, and of course is calculated to cause her even more mortification. He directs her to a liquor store some distance away from her home, and when she pulls up, he makes her stay seated while he gets out. When she finally emerges, he says Stop pulling at those shorts and top. If you're concerned about your modesty, you ask nicely for permission to adjust yourself. Now, listen - this is what's going to happen. I'm going in, and after exactly two minutes, you follow me. While in there, you will not acknowledge me at all. But as soon as you encounter another woman, you will suddenly remember how saggy and soft those ridiculous tits of yours are. You will know that the other woman is staring at you, with pity and contempt. And you will go to the counter, and explain that your tits have sagged and you desperately need somewhere private to adjust them. And remember, I'll be watching and listening. Got that?
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

with tears in my eyes i nod, yes, understand what he wants, and even though i don't want to do it, i know i will. just when i want to check my watch, i see myself opening the door and stepping out of the car. for a second i am amazed, it looks like my i do have some inner clock that has reacted to his order. but reality painfully pulls me back, when i stumble and sprain my left ankle. it instantly starts to swell up, but, like a robot, i continue to walk and enter the liquor store. he is the only customer in there right now, and obediently i ignore him and the clerk. for more than 30 minutes the only people walking in are men. my ankle is swollen bad now, but i just stand there and wait, unable to do anything else. the clerk is pretty nervous now, maybe he thinks i am waiting for the right moment to rob him, when the door opens again and a woman rushes in, she walks straight to the wine section. oh my god, did she stare at my breasts? did she notice how saggy and ridiculous they are? i blush, deadly ashamed. yes, there had been definite pity and contempt in her eyes when she passed me. i need to do something about that. but what? with a crimson face, barely holding back my tears i approach the clerk and whisper please sir, my tits sag real bad. i really need to adjust them. do you have some place private where i can do that. please, it is an emergency he stares at me with an open mouth WHAT? he says and i try to explain again it's my tits sir, they sag. i need to adjust them. why doesn't he understand? i am getting impatient now. doesn't he see that i need to do this right now? get the fuck outa my store he starts to yell out, NOW, before i call the police! but sir, my tits, don't you see? i blush furiously, but i know i can't possibly leave before i have adjusted them. i NEED to do that, and i NEED to do it now.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

Seeing Sandy emerge from the shop, carrying her purchased underwear, Young Master smiles to himself again. He has been listening outside the shop, and heard that his post-hypnotic suggestions have worked perfectly. She has done, and said, everything he asked. The look of total humiliation on her face is one he will never forget. Now the only thing left is for his final suggestion to kick in - which is does just as she has walked a few paces. He enters the shop, and shyly tells the sales lady he is looking for a special gift for his girlfriend. While he is engaged in the conversation with her, he sees Sandy walk back into the shop, and he recalls the final instructions he has given her. When you leave the shop, after you have walked exactly ten paces, you will go back inside. You will tell the sales lady you have changed your mind, and have decided to wear them home after all. But no matter, you don't need to go into a booth. You'll be quite happy to change them in the shop. You will then strip off your clothes, put on the underwear, then put your clothes back on again. Then, in as much detail as you can, you will make a detailed apology to the sales lady and anyone else you find in there, for exposing your revolting, droopy apologies for breasts to them. You will ask for help in adjusting them, from everyone you find in there.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

almost immediately after leaving the store i look at the underwear in my hand. why am i carrying it in my hand when i don't wear any underwear under my clothes. i shake my head and walk back into the store. the sales lady is busy with a customer, but i just smile at her and say i have changed my mind, i will wear the bra and panties right now. don't bother with the changing room though, i can change right here. i can't believe i just said that, but worse, without waiting for a reply, i pull the tank top over my head, drop it in the middle of the store, open my storts, push them down and step of of them. completely naked, tears now streaming down my cheeks and my face red as a valentines ballon, i unfold the underwear i still have in my hand and start dressing again. people must have seen me through the store window, and now walk in to get a better look. i am so glad that i am dressed again, even though the panties ride up to my hips and are clearly visible above my shorts. all i want now is get out of here and the poor sales lady is pale as a sheet now. but instead of leaving, i walk over to her and say i'm so sorry lady that i forced you to see my revolting, droopy excuses for breasts, but the bra doesn't seem to hold them as tight as it should. would you mind helping me to adjust it? N...NO she stutters no i most certainly wont do that i turn to the young man she was talking to when i came in please sir, i know i should not have made you look at my ugly, saggy tits, but would you be so kind to help me adjust my bra?
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

This is it. The moment. The look on her face is priceless when she sees it is him. She has not known he was in the store, which is why he's kept his face hidden. She must think he is some kind of magical ninja, who can pop up where he likes. He feigns shock, and looks at the sales woman as if for inspiration. She gives him a significant look, saying what a lunatic - but Sandy reads that as No wonder she needs help, with such pathetic saggy tits. Sandy's face, if possible, looks even more mortified. I... I... I guess she won't go away and stop acting w-weird unless I do, he whispers, giving the saleslady the impression he is doing it reluctantly, to keep the peace. OK, I s-suppose I'll have to, He walks up to Sandy, pretending to be hideously upset by the whole affair, and begins fiddling with her breasts, seeing that her face has become even redder. After a few moments, in which the breasts just sag down again, he turns to the saleswoman and says Sorry. I've tried to help her, but they're so small and saggy, even with this bra on, there's nothing to be done. He leaves the shop, and waits by her car. A few minutes later, because he's ordered her to leave after him, she returns, gets in the car, and asks him where to next. I think we'll go swimming, he replies. He makes her drive him to the local pool, one where you can hire swimwear. He makes her wait in the car, while he seeks out the female attendant at the booth where swimsuits can be hired. He has to wait about ten minutes, until there are no other customers, then he goes to the booth where he hires a pair of board shorts, then catches the eye of the attendant, and very soon she is under his influence. He gives her certain post-hypnotic suggestions. Sandy arrives a few minutes later. She walks up to the booth, and asks to hire a swimsuit. The attendant, following his suggestion, stares angrily at Sandy's breasts. I'm sorry, madam, she says, insultingly. But there's no way we have anything to fit you, not with those saggy breasts. I don't think even our children's suits are small enough to fit them. Why, they hang down almost to your waist. How do you get by, with such revolting things? She has, also according to Young Master's instructions, turned on the PA system - so that what she says is broadcast all over the pool. The excited chattering and screeching stops, as everyone listens to what she is saying. Loud laughter breaks out, and many people rush to the booth, to catch a sight of this freak, who has such droopy breasts that they can't even find a swimsuit to fit her. Hey, that's not fair, speaks up Young Master, pretending to have just arrived. It's not that lady's fault her tits are so saggy. I think you should make a special concession, and let her swim in her underwear, just this once. The cry is eagerly taken up by several other people, and reluctantly the woman gives permission. Soon, Sandy, shivering with shame, is sitting in the pool, with everyone looking at her. After a while, when attention is dying down, Young Master sneaks up to her. So, how are you feeling about this? he asks. Want me to stop?
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

i look at him with tearstained eyes. yes please, please stop this now. oh please make it stop. my body is trembling and more tears flow down my cheeks as i sit here in see through underwear in a public pool.
Thread: déjà-vu of a nightmare - Alan23 and Sandy)

Without giving any decision on her plea, he allows her to leave the pool, and forces her to rendezvous with him in the car park. During that time, he's dried off and dressed, but he forces her to keep on her wet underwear, which is now totally see-through, and drive home that way. He knows that as an obviously shy woman, she hates that as much as anything. As they drive, he explains the situation. So, you want me to lift my influence, then? Hmm, what a ridiculous creature you are. He runs his hand up along her leg, up into her panties, fingering her vagina. Why would I, when I can do anything - absolutely anything - I like with you? You do know that, right? I could make you kill your husband, sell your children into prostitution, shove a gerbil up your dry, hairy cunt, and they'd be nothing you could do about it. You're mine. Totally. He pretended to consider for a moment. OK, then, as a special concession - since you're so pathetic, and useless - I'll give you a break. As soon as we get back to your place, I'll lift my hypnotic influence. He sees her mouth fall open, and she starts to blurt out a torrent of gratitude and relief, but he cuts her off. But there's a price, he continues. Once we get back to your place, I'll free you from my influence. But remember, I still have control over you. Any time I like, I only have to touch my shoulder and you snap right back into my control. Think of yourself as having a holiday, you aren't free from me forever. And as the price for this special concession... He gives a wide grin. For two days every week, whenever your husband's away, I'll come to your house. And on those days, you must voluntarily do everything I tell you. Everything! You'll be my total slave. And if you get anything the slightest bit wrong, disobey in the slightest - back under the influence you go. He squirms in delight at the new plan. It was fascinating enough that she was being forced to obey him under the influence of hypnotism, but at least she had the one thing to cling to, that it was beyond her control. Now he would be able to make her do things and she would be forced to choose them - an even greater humiliation for her.