Gwen's Playroom

A collection of the things that inspire fun, naughty notions in my mind as well as the TF, FemDom, bimbofication, domestication, Stepfordization -- even sometimes sissification if the mood strikes me -- and MC/hypno captions I write for my amusement -- as well as others. And no, that isn't me -- it's the lovely Ms. Ross as she appeared in the closing scene of one of my all time favorite movies.
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That’s a very good girl, Dr. Miller.
Now, stay perfectly still and count backwards from twenty … 
Yes … just like that … 
Nice and slow …
Mhmmm … 
Feel it all just slipping away … 
All those thoughts and worries … 
All those troubles … just … 
All those big words …
All those responsibilities …
Melt … melt … melt 
And when you reach 1 … 
I will untie that bow and unleash  the …
<pull… fall … giggle … exhale…
Hello, princess.  So nice to have you here again.

That’s a very good girl, Dr. Miller.

Now, stay perfectly still and count backwards from twenty … 

Yes … just like that … 

Nice and slow …

Mhmmm … 

Feel it all just slipping away … 

All those thoughts and worries … 

All those troubles … just … 

All those big words …

All those responsibilities …

Melt … melt … melt 

And when you reach 1 … 

I will untie that bow and unleash  the …

<pull… fall … giggle … exhale…

Hello, princess.  So nice to have you here again.

Principal Gordon hadn&#8217;t been the same since she returned from that administrative retreat intended to reconnect her with her core beliefs.
She also didn&#8217;t realize just how important looking good and feeling good and yummy and ohhhhh mmmmmm delicious and giggle fun squirmy was to her until she learned, like, how to not think so much and stuff.  &#8217;Cuz her group leader was like really, really good at his job and everything.
Tonight&#8217;s parent/teacher conferences but she&#8217;s going to spend time with her &#8220;Daddy.&#8221;

Principal Gordon hadn’t been the same since she returned from that administrative retreat intended to reconnect her with her core beliefs.

She also didn’t realize just how important looking good and feeling good and yummy and ohhhhh mmmmmm delicious and giggle fun squirmy was to her until she learned, like, how to not think so much and stuff.  ’Cuz her group leader was like really, really good at his job and everything.

Tonight’s parent/teacher conferences but she’s going to spend time with her “Daddy.”

In twenty seconds, Mills will turn.  The words will have completed their job, will have soaked her consciousness with zeal.  
Gone will be that anxious high school teacher with concerns about grades, committees, parent phone calls, and third period.
Here will be coquettish kitten, with wide eyes, a finger to her lip, and nothing more in her want and worries than on whose lap should she sit and how long before she&#8217;s going to giggle pop in to yummy oblivion.

In twenty seconds, Mills will turn.  The words will have completed their job, will have soaked her consciousness with zeal.  

Gone will be that anxious high school teacher with concerns about grades, committees, parent phone calls, and third period.

Here will be coquettish kitten, with wide eyes, a finger to her lip, and nothing more in her want and worries than on whose lap should she sit and how long before she’s going to giggle pop in to yummy oblivion.

Oh that&#8217;s my very, very good girl.
No more thinking about things like jurisprudence and filing motions.
No more long days and nights at the office or hardening yourself to take on one of those corporate sharks.
What am I talking about?  Oh I&#8217;m sorry &#8230; you&#8217;ve already forgotten &#8230;  just as you were supposed to the moment you stepped inside your pretty new apartment &#8230; 
That&#8217;s right &#8230; I&#8217;ve taken care of everything &#8230; 
Just as I will be taking care of you &#8230; 
Until I snap these fingers three days from now &#8230; and we can both revel in your escape, baby girl.

Oh that’s my very, very good girl.

No more thinking about things like jurisprudence and filing motions.

No more long days and nights at the office or hardening yourself to take on one of those corporate sharks.

What am I talking about?  Oh I’m sorry … you’ve already forgotten …  just as you were supposed to the moment you stepped inside your pretty new apartment … 

That’s right … I’ve taken care of everything … 

Just as I will be taking care of you … 

Until I snap these fingers three days from now … and we can both revel in your escape, baby girl.

This is a delightful bit of fun.

fantasytransformations:

tfsplash:

imageJasmine went to bed feeling drained and hopeless. With the two exams waiting for her, she couldn’t bear the thought of tomorrow. They were for both of the classes that she struggled most with and she knew that the outcome would be horrible. She had spent all of her waking hours…

"Unwind."
The word melted into her ears, shivered her insides, tickled her throat and made her blink.
And then she looked down &#8230; 
Oh god &#8230;what had he done &#8230; what had she done &#8230;?
She had craved escape from the mundane of actuaries and policy holders for so long, when he arrived in her life with promises of possibilities, with assurances he could deliver her to elsewhere, with kisses that granted &#8230; mmmmm yes &#8230; he meant every word.
And he did.  Every.  Single. Word.  And the spaces in between &#8230; the tones colored upon the syllables,  each a tiny hammer fall on those keys across her mind.
And here she was &#8230; of her own freewill, naturally &#8230; yet one she hadn&#8217;t realized was there until her unfettering at his hand  and word.
Right?  This was what she wanted all along, yes?
"Something the matter, sweetheart?"  He asked with genuine concern.
"Where did I get .. this.. .these.. the &#8212;- "
"Don&#8217;t you worry about that at all."
"But I &#8212;"
"Mandi &#8212;  rewind."
And the giggles and coos filled up her mouth and tongue and fingertips and hair and ohhhh her legs were sooooo warm in these and like who needs like pants ever and ohhhhher bikini is cutting into her titty..that&#8217;s no gooood.. 
But Amanda felt good the rest of the night&#8230; and all of the week that followed&#8230;
And &#8230; 

original pic found on @lexithong http://lexithong.tumblr.com/post/97442970421/mmmm-angel-bimbo

"Unwind."

The word melted into her ears, shivered her insides, tickled her throat and made her blink.

And then she looked down … 

Oh god …what had he done … what had she done …?

She had craved escape from the mundane of actuaries and policy holders for so long, when he arrived in her life with promises of possibilities, with assurances he could deliver her to elsewhere, with kisses that granted … mmmmm yes … he meant every word.

And he did.  Every.  Single. Word.  And the spaces in between … the tones colored upon the syllables,  each a tiny hammer fall on those keys across her mind.

And here she was … of her own freewill, naturally … yet one she hadn’t realized was there until her unfettering at his hand  and word.

Right?  This was what she wanted all along, yes?

"Something the matter, sweetheart?"  He asked with genuine concern.

"Where did I get .. this.. .these.. the —- "

"Don’t you worry about that at all."

"But I —"

"Mandi —  rewind."

And the giggles and coos filled up her mouth and tongue and fingertips and hair and ohhhh her legs were sooooo warm in these and like who needs like pants ever and ohhhhher bikini is cutting into her titty..that’s no gooood.. 

But Amanda felt good the rest of the night… and all of the week that followed…

And … 

original pic found on @lexithong http://lexithong.tumblr.com/post/97442970421/mmmm-angel-bimbo

All day at work she couldn’t help herself but purrrrrrrrr…

Under her breath, while her PT clients came and went her head kept swinging back to that shopping bag in the staff lounge.  The one she left for her at reception, now stowed safely atop the snack machine.  

She knew what was in there.  She’d been sent a message the night before after hearing nothing from him for two days prior.

"Kitten, there’s a treat coming for you."

That name.  He hadn’t used her given name in months.  She no longer expected him to do so, for she meant only one thing to him now and that is as she wanted it to be — craved it to be. 

"Emily, you just had this dropped off for you." Margaret handed her the package in the hallway this morning with an unaware smile.  "And you’ve got your 10 o’clock in the waiting room."

She managed to contain her composure carrying the large brown paper shopping tote bag to the break room.  She wore her black yoga pants today just in case that proved to be more difficult than anticipated.  She dared not peek, lest she be unable to help her clients complete their stretching and therapeutic movement circuits for the day.

Still, under her breath, she felt her tongue trill within her throat, her mouth.  She had a sense.  She had a feeling.  But nothing for certain.

And the day was done.   She completed her paperwork dutifully, legs crossed.  She wanted nothing hanging over her head save the contents of that package.

Arriving home, she stepped to the threshold of her apartment.  She checked her messages.  A lone text.  From him.  She knew its contents but opened it anyway: it would be important.

"Cross the threshold, kitten."

And with a deep breath, glassing eyes and a turn of the key, she did.

Scampering through the kitchen to her room, tittering, giggling all the way, bag rustling.  She stripped her yoga pants and zipper front warmups, fitted-t and sports bra from her frame in a puddle of giggles and tee-hees.  She slid her thong from her hips and opened her package.

In but moments, she stood before the mirror, still on the balls of her feet that carried her here.  She let out her braid and felt the curls fall round her shoulders. She pieced the curls out, leaned over, tousled and with that snap up right ohhhhhhh the purrrrrssss.

She did her lips.. her eyes.. just so.. everything just so.. for a pretty kitten who has crossed the threshold like she’s supposed to …

And then she put on her ears.  Ohhhhhh… so cute.. so yummy.. so pretty..

She took her piccie and sent it to him.

He responded.

"Very good, kitten.  Now, if you are good kitten the rest of the night, tomorrow, do you know what you’ll get?"

She paused..bit her lip.. then refreshed her messages.

"Your tail."

Oh my god &#8230; I can&#8217;t stop giggling! 
It don&#8217;t know what is wrong with me.  This morning during the conference, everything was just &lt;titter&gt; fine, right?  The keynote was like um &#8230; really good and everything?   And then like the sessions were all full of like suuuuuuper smart people and &lt;giggle&gt; like some people I knew and stuff &#8230; 
But gawwd.. the last like.. two hours?  After Dr. Barnes did his presentation and like I watched, like, two hundred videos or something that he thought we should like all watch &#8230; like since then everything&#8217;s felt funny&#8230;
Like, good funny &lt;giggle&gt; but like, funny, y&#8217;know?
Maybe I just need to go back to my room and rest and then maybe like change for dinner or something&#8230; supposed to be super fun night at the hotel lounge afterwards &#8230; like some party Dr. Barnes was tellling me about ohhhhhhhh I gotta go shopping instead.. I don&#8217;t have anything cute enough for going out dancin&#8217;  &lt;giggle&gt;
Not a single, simple &lt;mmmmmm&gt; thing 

Oh my god … I can’t stop giggling! 

It don’t know what is wrong with me.  This morning during the conference, everything was just <titter> fine, right?  The keynote was like um … really good and everything?   And then like the sessions were all full of like suuuuuuper smart people and <giggle> like some people I knew and stuff … 

But gawwd.. the last like.. two hours?  After Dr. Barnes did his presentation and like I watched, like, two hundred videos or something that he thought we should like all watch … like since then everything’s felt funny…

Like, good funny <giggle> but like, funny, y’know?

Maybe I just need to go back to my room and rest and then maybe like change for dinner or something… supposed to be super fun night at the hotel lounge afterwards … like some party Dr. Barnes was tellling me about ohhhhhhhh I gotta go shopping instead.. I don’t have anything cute enough for going out dancin’  <giggle>

Not a single, simple <mmmmmm> thing 

God I feel..  ridiculous..  

These nails?  I can barely use my phone.

This dress?  I can barely breathe.

This hair?  I can barely keep it out of my eyes.

This makeup?  I can barely see myself in … wait … that’s …

That’s me … that’s … a selfie … nhmm mmm. .. of how I look … now?

A selfie . <inhale> . . I … took a selfie … <giggle>

Such a silly little word … selfie . <giggle>..

'Cuz I'm such a little silly thing my self….

You certainly are, Nicole.  You most certainly are.

clockworksandspirals:

I woke up to stiff linen sheets, the smell of antiseptic, and a beautiful Asian woman staring at me.
"Good morning, Jenni!" she said, somehow managing to pronounce the ‘i’. "I’m Nurse Suki. How are we feeling today?"
Suki didn’t look like a real nurse. Her uniform looked a Halloween costume, and a knowing smile played around lips plastered with too bright a lipstick. She looked… familiar.
"Ummm… confused. Where am I, and how did I get here?"
"You’re at The Hospital, Jenni. You’ve been selected for our nursing program."
"What? Okay, first off, my name is Dr. Gallegos. Jennifer to my friends. Never Jenni.”
"Your chart says Jenni." I swore I’d heard her voice before.
"Well, it’s wrong. Second, why would I want to become a nurse? I’m a doctor. I specialize in orthopedic surgery."
"That doesn’t matter, Jenni. I used to be a neurologist, but I’m much happier being a nurse. You’ll be much happier too."
Neurologist? Now I remembered where I knew her from.
"You’re Dr. Toshiro Sakura! We met at that conference in Dallas, remember?"
"I used to be, Jenni. Now I’m Nurse Suki. It’s so much better to be a nurse. When I was a doctor, I was always busy and stressed. I never got to have any fun. As a nurse, all I need to do is obey the doctors and see to my patients’ every needs. I get fucked all the time now, and it always feels so good.”
I stared at her. This had to be a joke, right? My residents were going to all jump out and laugh at me any moment now. Any moment now. Any moment.  
"Well, I’m… happy for you, I guess, but that doesn’t sound like my cup of tea, so I’m just going to leave, thanks."
"I’m sorry, Jenni, but I’m afraid participation is mandatory." Suki pulled out a pocket watch, and began swinging it back and forth. I should have simply gotten up and left, but my eyes were locked on that watch, and somehow I didn’t want to look away.
"Now keep your eyes on the swinging watch. Just watch it go back and forth, and let Nurse Suki teach you everything you need to know about your new life here. You’re just going to love being a nurse."
And that, Staci, is how I joined The Hospital’s nursing program. I’m so much happier being a nurse. Being a doctor is hard and boring, but all a nurse needs to do is look pretty and follow orders. I get so much cock and pussy now, and it always feels so good. Now just keep your eyes on the swinging watch and Nurse Jenni will tell you all about your new life here. You’re going to make a wonderful nurse.

Just a wonderful piece all the way around.

clockworksandspirals:

I woke up to stiff linen sheets, the smell of antiseptic, and a beautiful Asian woman staring at me.

"Good morning, Jenni!" she said, somehow managing to pronounce the ‘i’. "I’m Nurse Suki. How are we feeling today?"

Suki didn’t look like a real nurse. Her uniform looked a Halloween costume, and a knowing smile played around lips plastered with too bright a lipstick. She looked… familiar.

"Ummm… confused. Where am I, and how did I get here?"

"You’re at The Hospital, Jenni. You’ve been selected for our nursing program."

"What? Okay, first off, my name is Dr. Gallegos. Jennifer to my friends. Never Jenni.”

"Your chart says Jenni." I swore I’d heard her voice before.

"Well, it’s wrong. Second, why would I want to become a nurse? I’m a doctor. I specialize in orthopedic surgery."

"That doesn’t matter, Jenni. I used to be a neurologist, but I’m much happier being a nurse. You’ll be much happier too."

Neurologist? Now I remembered where I knew her from.

"You’re Dr. Toshiro Sakura! We met at that conference in Dallas, remember?"

"I used to be, Jenni. Now I’m Nurse Suki. It’s so much better to be a nurse. When I was a doctor, I was always busy and stressed. I never got to have any fun. As a nurse, all I need to do is obey the doctors and see to my patients’ every needs. I get fucked all the time now, and it always feels so good.”

I stared at her. This had to be a joke, right? My residents were going to all jump out and laugh at me any moment now. Any moment now. Any moment.  

"Well, I’m… happy for you, I guess, but that doesn’t sound like my cup of tea, so I’m just going to leave, thanks."

"I’m sorry, Jenni, but I’m afraid participation is mandatory." Suki pulled out a pocket watch, and began swinging it back and forth. I should have simply gotten up and left, but my eyes were locked on that watch, and somehow I didn’t want to look away.

"Now keep your eyes on the swinging watch. Just watch it go back and forth, and let Nurse Suki teach you everything you need to know about your new life here. You’re just going to love being a nurse."

And that, Staci, is how I joined The Hospital’s nursing program. I’m so much happier being a nurse. Being a doctor is hard and boring, but all a nurse needs to do is look pretty and follow orders. I get so much cock and pussy now, and it always feels so good. Now just keep your eyes on the swinging watch and Nurse Jenni will tell you all about your new life here. You’re going to make a wonderful nurse.

Just a wonderful piece all the way around.