Niva got embarrassed easily. She was very self-conscious, and at the slightest social faux-pas, criticism, or mistake she would burn with shame. She would usually try to correct whatever had gone wrong – but in her anxiety she would fumble, and stutter, and often make it worse.
She went to a hypnotist for help.
“This is wrecking my life,” she said. “I feel terrible all the time. I don’t want to be embarrassed by such tiny things. I don’t want to feel so bad about it. I don’t want to keep making it worse. I want to make better choices in my life to make me happier. But… don’t change more than you have to.”
“I can do that,” said the hypnotist.
“And… can you make it so I feel like the change is coming from me?” said Niva. “I’d like to feel like I’m improving, and not just relying on a hypnotist.”
“Absolutely,” said the hypnotist.
But Niva was pretty, and the hypnotist was an ass, and she had given him permission to make her forget his involvement in her situation, so she would never come back to him with a complaint.
So the triggers that he gave her, fulfilling the letter but not the spirit of her request, were these:
“When you are intensely embarrassed, you will feel an enjoyable sense of sexual arousal, more powerful than you can feel from any other activity, including masturbation. You will only be able to orgasm while intensely embarrassed.”
“You will only be intensely embarrassed if your tits, cunt or ass are on display; or if you are sexually objectified or demeaned; if you are sexually harassed or assaulted; or if you are patronised or discriminated against on the basis of your gender, sexual behaviour or appearance.”
“You will no longer try and fix, change or improve anything in your life related to feelings of embarrassment. You will feel that you deserve what is happening to you.”
“You will do nothing to end or stop or prevent anything that is causing you embarrassment.”
“Without being aware of it in any way, you will subconsciously take actions to increase your odds of being intensely embarrassed.”
“No matter what happens to you, the feelings of shame and embarrassment you feel about your body and sexuality will never reduce or become normal.”
“And when you leave this office you will forget that you ever sought hypnotism, and believe that all your behaviour is the result of your own nature and choices.”
And then he gave her one final suggestion, that she wouldn’t remember for a week.
When he was finished with her, she asked if she could use the toilet on the way out. He pointed her in its direction, and noted to his satisfaction that she idly picked up the pair of sewing scissors he had left on his table, and took them with her.
In the toilets of his office, Niva undressed completely, and as she sat on the toilet she took the sewing scissors to her dress, weakening every seam. She had no conscious awareness of what she was doing. Her mind was filled with happiness, although she couldn’t understand what she was happy about. She had already forgotten that she was in the offices of a hypnotist, or that she had chosen to attend those offices.
When she was done, she “forgot” to put her bra and panties back on, leaving them on the toilet floor. She pulled her dress back on, despite the fact it was already beginning to rip at the seams, and then she went downstairs to her car. As she walked, she worked her house key off her keyring.
When she was in the car, and the car was moving, she threw the house key out the window.
Instead of going home, she went to the mall, and wandered from store to store, buying clothes. If she had been asked, she would have said she was picking out pretty and attractive outfits – but in reality she was selecting microskirts, tops that emphasised her tits, and shirts from a store that sold joke presents that had images of naked women on them or slogans like “Future MILF”, “Daddy’s Little Slut”, or “Stupid Bitch”.
Instead of walking out of the shop with these clothes, she arranged to have them delivered to her house the following day. Her conscious mind thought there was nothing strange about this. Her subconscious mind knew what was about to happen.
She was walking out of a sex shop – that she thought of as a fashion shop – having bought a pair of panties with a vibrating dildo attached – that she had thought of as “sensible underwear” – when the last stitches of her dress gave way. Her clothes literally fell apart around her, and Niva found herself completely nude in the middle of a packed shopping mall.
Her face went bright red. She couldn’t believe she had forgotten to put her panties and bra back on in the toilet. Everyone would think she was a complete whore.
People were staring at her. Her instinct was to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands, but her hands wouldn’t move. What was wrong with her?
And then the arousal hit her. She felt her cunt begin to throb and wetten as people stared at her and muttered and whispered.
How could she be getting turned on by this? How could she be sexually aroused from baring her pussy in public? What kind of slut was she?
She felt intense shame and guilt – and in that moment she knew that she deserved this. She deserved to be humiliated in public, because she was a slut.
She knew she could go into a store and buy clothes. She could maybe seek help from security guards. She could run and hide in a toilet. But part of her wouldn’t let her fix this. She deserved it. So she slowly walked through the mall towards the exit and the car park.
Her pussy got wetter and wetter as people stared at her. Some men whistled and cat-called her. She saw several people taking photos. On each occasion of further degradation it was like someone had pushed a dildo up her cunt – she almost grunted with pure lust.
This would be on social media. This would be on porn sites. Tens of thousands of people would see it. Her face wasn’t covered in any way. People would recognise her.
By the time she neared the exit, she couldn’t help it anymore. She knew it was slutty. She knew it would make things worse. But she couldn’t help herself. She started to play with her pussy as she walked. She orgasmed when she stepped out into the car park, and it was the best orgasm of her life. She orgasmed again as she reached her car.
She drove home in the nude.
When she got home she discovered she had lost her house key. She had to call a locksmith. She had to stand naked on her porch, as her neighbours came out to stare at her. None of them offered to help her. The teens across the road took pictures. She knew that they would masturbate to them later. Every time she saw them, from now on, she would know that they had ejaculated to the sight of her naked body.
When the locksmith arrived, he got her inside quickly, but by that stage she was drippingly horny again, and she got hornier every time the locksmith looked her nude body up and down appraisingly. She knew what he wanted. In the end she only had to part her legs a little bit suggestively, and he felt free to take it. He pushed her into her bedroom and fucked her on her bed, and Niva squealed with delight even as she was dying of shame and humiliation inside.
When he was gone and cum was leaking from her pussy, she spanked herself on the cunt again and again to punish herself, and it hurt, but it only made her orgasm again.
Eventually she got up and began to iron her clothes, making sure to leave the iron on every item of respectable clothing until it had burned a hole in it and made it useless.
She didn’t realise what she had done until the next day, when she had to go to work, and discovered that she didn’t own a complete outfit of any kind. Luckily, her new purchases turned up. She carefully sabotaged a pleated work skirt, and then set off to work wearing the skirt, her “Stupid Bitch” shirt, and the panties with the vibrating dildo. She forgot to wear a bra, and the skirt fell off in the work elevator, and then the vibrator switched on (thanks to a subconscious switch flip) and she couldn’t work out how to turn it off. She ended up working the entire day in vibrating panties and a shirt so tight that her nipples and areolae were visible through it. She orgasmed loudly every half hour or so until she was called into her boss’ office to explain herself.
She couldn’t explain herself, of course, so she offered to suck her boss’ cock if he agreed not to fire her. He accepted, but pulled out of her mouth before he was done, and ejaculated over her face. Somehow, Niva couldn’t bring herself to clean the cum off her forehead, cheeks and lips, so she worked the rest of the day with it still there.
The next day she came to work in nothing but a G-string and a cupless bra, and the day after she had found a pair of handcuffs and somehow managed to cuff her hands behind her back with her large tits fully on display, and after that it was negotiated that Niva would simply work nude, and satisfy the sexual needs of her male co-workers, and be paid for that service, and Niva could do nothing but agree, unable to do anything to prevent her own humiliation.
At the end of the week she found herself back at the hypnotist’s office – as her final instruction took effect.
“Each week on Sunday – if and ONLY if your subconscious secretly prefers your new life to your old one – you will come to my office and beg to fuck me. And while my cock is inside you, you will have full knowledge of what I did to you, and full knowledge that despite all your humiliation, you *wanted* it.”
She always cried when his cock sank into her pussy, and her understanding returned to her. She cried for how her life was ruined, and for her own role in that ruination, and for the knowledge that she was a depraved slut who enjoyed it. But she always orgasmed, too, again and again on her tormentor’s cock, as she whispered her thanks to him for turning her into the slut she truly was, and giving her the life she truly deserved…
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