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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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 

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.

Sixteen months, Grace tended bar at The Breaks.  
The name wasn&#8217;t just a clever play on being right on the docks of the port town where she lived.  No, at least once a week, she or one of the bar backs would end up slinging some drunk jackass out on to the curb hard enough to bust a jaw or dislocate a nose.
Dr. Benson wasn&#8217;t one of those dumb assess. Sure, he stared at her all the time which was creepy but not unexpected considering the line of work.  But he actually had conversations with her.  Asked her about her DIY crust punk aesthetic, her choice to grow natty dreads and repurpose military surplus gear into something vaguely resembling a wardrobe.  Asked her for her opinions.  To tell him the filthiest jokes she&#8217;d heard that week.   Asked for her thoughts.
And that was all fine.
In fact, it was more than fine.  
Because after not too long &#8230; why &#8230; Grace missed when Dr. Benson wasn&#8217;t there.  And wasn&#8217;t talking to her.  And wasn&#8217;t giving her suggestions and ideas that seemed ridiculous at the bar but when she&#8217;d get home &#8230; why &#8230; they weren&#8217;t such bad ideas after all . . no &#8230; not at all &#8230;
And tonight &#8230; six weeks after the first time he came into the bar . .  why tonight Dr. Benson even convinced Gary to give her the entire night off &#8230; even tomorrow if she wanted &#8230; so that Dr. Benson could treat her to a proper night on the town.
Because she is ever so full of Grace now and like . . not much else.  &lt;Giggle&gt;
(thx bimbosminder for the pic of inspiration)

Sixteen months, Grace tended bar at The Breaks.  

The name wasn’t just a clever play on being right on the docks of the port town where she lived.  No, at least once a week, she or one of the bar backs would end up slinging some drunk jackass out on to the curb hard enough to bust a jaw or dislocate a nose.

Dr. Benson wasn’t one of those dumb assess. Sure, he stared at her all the time which was creepy but not unexpected considering the line of work.  But he actually had conversations with her.  Asked her about her DIY crust punk aesthetic, her choice to grow natty dreads and repurpose military surplus gear into something vaguely resembling a wardrobe.  Asked her for her opinions.  To tell him the filthiest jokes she’d heard that week.   Asked for her thoughts.

And that was all fine.

In fact, it was more than fine.  

Because after not too long … why … Grace missed when Dr. Benson wasn’t there.  And wasn’t talking to her.  And wasn’t giving her suggestions and ideas that seemed ridiculous at the bar but when she’d get home … why … they weren’t such bad ideas after all . . no … not at all …

And tonight … six weeks after the first time he came into the bar . .  why tonight Dr. Benson even convinced Gary to give her the entire night off … even tomorrow if she wanted … so that Dr. Benson could treat her to a proper night on the town.

Because she is ever so full of Grace now and like . . not much else.  <Giggle>

(thx bimbosminder for the pic of inspiration)

fishalivecaps:

She watched the door closely, waiting for the footsteps to go by. The journal had to be her little secret. Without it, she knew she would lose track of time in this place and then it wouldn’t be long before she lost what was left of her mind.
She read the early entries every morning to remind herself how she had once been. That she had been kidnapped from her home. That her hair used to be cropped short. That she had kicked and screamed and resisted when she was first brought to this place. 
As each day passed, that girl seemed more and more distant. She didn’t really mind her room now. It had a make-up table where she could pass the time by making herself pretty. A fresh outfit was laid out every day, complete with a new pair of heels. Her feet didn’t feel right unless they were at an angle. 
The journal was important but reading it now just made her sad. Half of her realising that there was nothing she could do, half of her pitying the plain woman she used to be. As the door knob turned, she hesitated a moment before stuffing the little notebook under her cushion.

So intriguing

fishalivecaps:

She watched the door closely, waiting for the footsteps to go by. The journal had to be her little secret. Without it, she knew she would lose track of time in this place and then it wouldn’t be long before she lost what was left of her mind.

She read the early entries every morning to remind herself how she had once been. That she had been kidnapped from her home. That her hair used to be cropped short. That she had kicked and screamed and resisted when she was first brought to this place. 

As each day passed, that girl seemed more and more distant. She didn’t really mind her room now. It had a make-up table where she could pass the time by making herself pretty. A fresh outfit was laid out every day, complete with a new pair of heels. Her feet didn’t feel right unless they were at an angle. 

The journal was important but reading it now just made her sad. Half of her realising that there was nothing she could do, half of her pitying the plain woman she used to be. As the door knob turned, she hesitated a moment before stuffing the little notebook under her cushion.

So intriguing

It felt so good to just let go.  To no longer worry and fret.  To no longer have to be counted upon or to count upon others.  To simply lay there and be pretty.
In pretty bows.
And pretty red things.
With a pretty red smile.
A perfect red package.
About to be opened.

It felt so good to just let go.  To no longer worry and fret.  To no longer have to be counted upon or to count upon others.  To simply lay there and be pretty.

In pretty bows.

And pretty red things.

With a pretty red smile.

A perfect red package.

About to be opened.

Dr. Reed couldn’t help herself.  

It didn’t just feel proper to decorate her favorite part of her body.

It felt important.  Like. Super important.  Like way more important than the hormone research she and Dr. Barnes had been doing.

Like way more important than being on time to meetings and stuff with all those stuffy people except for Dr. Anderson who is like totally dreamy and makes her wanna do all sorts of naughty things with her fingers and her tongue and ohhh no.. she was gonna have to change again.

Silly her.

Dr. Thomas was well on her way now.  Goodness, didn’t everything just feel more pretty and perfect and delicious now that Dr. Barnes had shared his research with her.

I mean, they had always been rivals at The Corporation and that was fine and all, but it was like, so very much better now that they could just be like … friends … or something like that.

I mean, Daddy … ahem … Dr. Barnes had show her how to think better and do things better and even bought her some nice presents to make it easier for her to think better and do things better.

Like, what kind of things and stuff?  Well like, like this sweater and these tights and ooohhhh the highlights!  Daddy.. oh shoot..she keeps doing that… Dr. Barnes, he thinks she’d be super cute as a blonde and she thought it was best to take one step at a time.

And oooohh speaking of steps! New shoes are coming soon! She can’t wait to sit on Daddy’s lap and show them off! *Giggle*

And neither can Dr. Barnes.

Dr. Shaw was broken one yummy lil&#8217; cupcake at a time. First at lunch, another for dinner.  One in the morning.  Again in the break room.  
At lunch once more.  In the coffee shop on the way home.  At dinner with her friends who noted her laugh.
At home with her husband who noted her giggles.
In the morning on the bus as she sang sweetly to herself.
In the conference room where she drew hearts upon the boards.
And &lt;giggle&gt; it didn&#8217;t bother it at all! Not one scrumptious lil&#8217; bit!
Dr. Barnes had seen to that.

Dr. Shaw was broken one yummy lil’ cupcake at a time. First at lunch, another for dinner.  One in the morning.  Again in the break room.  

At lunch once more.  In the coffee shop on the way home.  At dinner with her friends who noted her laugh.

At home with her husband who noted her giggles.

In the morning on the bus as she sang sweetly to herself.

In the conference room where she drew hearts upon the boards.

And <giggle> it didn’t bother it at all! Not one scrumptious lil’ bit!

Dr. Barnes had seen to that.

So much fun in so few words!

paladininblack:

Case 20131221f: Caitlin Kelly
"Honey, do you think this dress is too short? This used to fit me so well, but since that spa vacation you got me, some of my things just don’t fit like they used to. Maybe it just shrunk in the wash somehow.
"You know, now that I think about it, a LOT of things seem to have changed since then. Like, didn’t I used to work at some sort of boring office job? I mean, I love my job as a model, with all those skimpy clothes, but somehow it just feels like a new experience. I also love getting stared at all day, getting hotter and hotter, then coming home and screwing your brains out… but even that seems somehow… unfamiliar?
"I know, I know, I’m just being silly… but for some reason even my tits and hair sometimes seem new, like I am not used to them for some reason.
"Oh yeah? You think you know how to get my mind off this? OK, smart guy. Go for it. [Zzzziiip] Uh… ummm… wha… what were we talking about? No, don’t stop!"

So much fun in so few words!

paladininblack:

Case 20131221f: Caitlin Kelly

"Honey, do you think this dress is too short? This used to fit me so well, but since that spa vacation you got me, some of my things just don’t fit like they used to. Maybe it just shrunk in the wash somehow.

"You know, now that I think about it, a LOT of things seem to have changed since then. Like, didn’t I used to work at some sort of boring office job? I mean, I love my job as a model, with all those skimpy clothes, but somehow it just feels like a new experience. I also love getting stared at all day, getting hotter and hotter, then coming home and screwing your brains out… but even that seems somehow… unfamiliar?

"I know, I know, I’m just being silly… but for some reason even my tits and hair sometimes seem new, like I am not used to them for some reason.

"Oh yeah? You think you know how to get my mind off this? OK, smart guy. Go for it. [Zzzziiip] Uh… ummm… wha… what were we talking about? No, don’t stop!"