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Chapter 3
by joseph4668
what is be hind the red box
Handcuffs, Blindfold, Shock collar, Vibrator & a Headset
I open the little box and to my horror I find handcuffs with NO KEY! A blindfold, a vibrator and a headset & dog's SHOCK COLLAR! "You know what to do." The Dr says in a smooth firm authoratative voice, which sends tingles up my spine as adrenaline surges through my publically naked body as I crouch out of view of passersby. Wha what? I stammer. Put them on. He says commandingly and lock the handcuffs behind your back. I shutter at his command and physically stammer in dread of what he is telling me to do. I I, I... can't do that. Please,... Put them on, or I will trigger you, forcing you to prance around showing off again in front of everyone. I can't imagine the thought of going through that again right now as I feel utterly ****. I also can't imagine the thought of putting these on and rendering myself hopelessly powerless. What is the shock collar for? I ask. The Dr starts counting down from 10 without even answering me.
Please, please I stammer in desperation. I can't put these on. I need to find something to cover up. I am naked out here and and... The Dr continues slowely counting as I realize that his threat is serious. One thought of being **** to through my arms straight up and prance out in full view of everyone uncontrolably naked all over the city for the gawking and laughing crowd of pedestrians sends me into compliance. I quickly put the shock collar around my neck and clasp it. I insert the vibrator and am fortunate that it is a small one. I put on the blind fold and then, I hesitate. I can't clasp these handcuffs behind my back. There will be no turning back once they click locked. I will be stuck like this once I lock them. The Dr. says, as if knowing my thoughts, put on the handcuffs, or else... I face my options and decide to take my chances with the handcuffs as I turn off my mind and lock them behind my back.
I now stand in public completely naked with all of these toys for him to play with me and I am completely powerless to do anything about it. I feel a surge of fear and a surge of arousal come over me, once the realization settles in that I am completely fucked!
Good girl. The Dr says in a calm smooth authoratative tone as I stammer with a blushing flushed beat red face in my new found humiliating state. OUCH! I feel a slight shock of the collar and a vibration down stairs. Just testing things. The Dr says with a mischevious tone done at my mercy. Now I both control you subconciously and conciously. You must do as I say and walk exactly where I say or else I will shock you until you comply with my commands. Is that understood?
Fuck! I think out loud as I realize what I just got myself into. Of course he is going to humiliate me with more control over me. Shit! I say out loud as I regret choosing this option, wishing I never did this to myself. OUCH! Another shock longer than the last one coupled with the viberator going off via remote. Do we understand each other? The Dr asks again...
I I, ... please, you can't make me walk around like this. I can't even see where I'm going. I plead. You will walk exactly in the direction that I tell you to. I am watching, and won't let you walk into anything, accept mabey a store, if you continue disobeying me that is. Fear and adrenaline surges through me as the thought of him guiding me around the city and even into a store like this torments me. I can't stomach the thought of what is about to happen to me. It is too much. I can't bear the humiliation. I don't want another shock, and so stammer to say. Yes Dr. I understand. Please, don't do that to me, I plea once more.
You are not in control. I am. I make the decisions, got it? Yes Dr. I say again, submitting to his commands. My mind a tormented whirlwind of desperation thinking about what is to come.
Now, lets take a walk. Begin walking forward slowely, he says. I hold my phone in my cuffed hands as I hear him through the headset. I must look rediculous. I think as I **** my body to begin moving despite my feelings of being mortified and humiliated completely.
I dare not stop or he will just shock me all the more. I know he is watching. What can I do? I am so fucking helpless. I think as I shutter in embarrassment as I hear the first reactions from passersby. What the fuck?! Oh my God!! Holy shit, she is fucking naked! I hear a few voices say as I struggle to **** my body to resist cringing in embarrasment.
What can I fucking do? I think. God I am so fucked I think to myself again. Dr Kane continues telling me to continue walking and to shift slightly left and then right as I walk along the sidewalk next to the busy street as I hear cars and a few honks. I hear more people commenting as I imagine them recording me with their phones. I am red with embarrasment that is hightened with the not even being able to see where I am walking. I have no control whatsoever.
Stop. The Dr commands. Waiting for traffic to clear. He says, making me realize that I am about to cross the street. Please Dr. I I I can't do this, I plea as the I feel the vibrator begin pulsating in rythmic vibrations inside of me as a punishment for my begging.
Ahh! Ahh,... Ummhaa! I audibly gasp as it pulsates inside of me. Shit, shit... It's not stopping. He put it on a constant rythmic vibration mode and left it on pulsating inside of me. Fuck, Fuck, I am so fucked! I think to myself.
No more begging. The Dr says as the pulsating excentuates my feelings of **** vulernability as feelings of arousal begin climbing inside of me standing there waiting for traffic to clear.
God! This is too much for me to bear, I think as I feel the air all around me and the continued comments of passersby on the street. The sound of cars passing by and a few more cars honking at me. I hear laughter as well and cringe in humiliation as I stand there as a spectacle for all the world to see.
Pulse... Pulse... Pulse... the rythmic pulsating is building an arousal within me that is humilating and is uncontrolable. I am getting wet and cannot stand the feeling of being this aroused standing naked in full public view. My blindfold making everything so much worse as I feel totally **** with no power not even to see where I am stepping.
Where am I going?
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The Hypnotherapist
A Journalist gets more than she bargained for.
I’m a tenacious blonde journalist, determined to expose hypnotherapy as a sham. My target: Dr. Victor Kane, a world-renowned hypnotist whose reputation precedes him. Confident in my skepticism, I strike a bold deal with him—if he can’t hypnotize me to do whatever he wants for as long as he chooses, I’ll use my platform to debunk his craft. But if he succeeds, it’ll prove hypnotherapy’s power and serve as a global advertisement for his industry. I’m certain I’ll win. Under the dim glow of his office, Kane’s voice weaves a spell I can’t resist. I sink into a deep trance, unaware of the command he implants: every time my phone rings, I’ll strip completely naked, no matter where I am, and strut through public spaces with my arms raised high, exposing myself for a full hour. The trigger is unbreakable, etched into my subconscious. The first call comes during a crowded press conference. My phone buzzes, and before I can stop myself, my clothes hit the floor. I parade through the stunned crowd, arms up, body bare, a spectacle for all to see. My colleagues, sensing a viral story, gleefully dial my number during live broadcasts, at galas, in busy city squares—each ring stripping me of dignity as cameras flash and headlines scream. The world watches my humiliation, and my own newsroom profits from the coverage, turning my ordeal into their gain. , I beg Kane to undo the trance. He refuses, his smirk reminding me of our deal. I ditch my phone, but it doesn’t matter—the trigger persists. Any call to my number, from anywhere, sets me off. I strip in parks, malls, even during interviews, leaving my clothes behind as I march naked, helpless, for an hour each time. When the trance lifts, I’m left scrambling, often finding my clothes stolen, forcing me to navigate the city exposed, again and again. The world knows my shame, my career is in tatters, and yet, a strange thrill pulses through me each time I obey the trigger—a secret I can’t admit, even to myself.
Updated on Jul 2, 2025
by Joe Joe
Created on Jun 15, 2025
by joseph4668
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