One Must Imagine Himself As If He Were A Rainbow

Adorable little French girl gets flustered so badly by tickle torture that she reflexively starts begging in her mother tongue. Realising how embarassed she is by this, her tormentors order her to beg in French.

She tries to resist but quickly breaks under their torture -- her mother tongue, that language that has become so private to her while she's strapped down and helpless in this foreign country, becomes just one more piece of her dignity to be offered up in her desperation 🌸

At first glance, no one would have ever said that Julia would have a very promising career in the business world. Before college her parents - perhaps wise, perhaps overindulgent - had encouraged her to focus on what she really loved doing rather than on employability. Consequently she’d decided, late in her second year, that her lifelong passion was going to be psychological therapy and counseling. Sure, it didn’t appear to offer the same sort of lucrative career prospects that engineering, programming, or business majors did; but then again, as she rationalized, who wanted to be those sort of people anyway? Not her!

Few could have foreseen that thanks to a bit of ingenuity and a nice stroke of luck, she would get hired on by a major international banking corporation; its board was just then trying to expand the HR department to safeguard the mental well-being of their high-strung and highly stressed analysts, investment portfolio managers, and finance officers. She’d quickly worked her way up through HR thanks to her charm, common sense, and brains, and within five years she’d become the head of her very own sub-department branded the Positive Mental Health Zone.

It was here that Julia began dabbling in age regression as a means of relaxation. It had gotten a bad rap because of its association with attachment theory and hypnosis, she argued - not to mention its dubious implementation by amateurs. What was needed, she maintained, was to salvage the demonstrably relaxing and psychologically integrating effects of age regression and to leave the hypnosis and false memories issues out of it. In short, she proposed providing an environment in which stressed-out employees would be encouraged and even expected to regress as young as they liked without fear of judgment or negative consequences.

Julia’s techniques, though controversial at first, began to receive positive attention due to the unusually positive results she achieved. See that lovely “toddler” in the above photo, trying her best to make a clumsy little curtsy for Miss Julia? That’s actually one of the company’s senior portfolio managers; she’d been on the verge of breakdown just a few weeks ago… And now? Well, what do you think? Look behind that ruffled dress, that adorably silly waddle, that bulky ruffled diaper, the pacifier jammed in her mouth - and you’ll find a genuine smile. She’s in her happy place now - a place where none of her everyday worries can find her…

As for Julia? Well, she’d say she’s just happy to be able to make a difference and contribute to a great advance in psychotherapy. But get her in private, maybe over a few drinks, as I have - and she just might confide a naughty little truth. After all, she’d slur in her charming voice, it’s such an absolute pleasure to see those hoity-toity executives reduced to waddling and crawling about in diapers…completely in Julia’s charge. And with a final alluring wink, she might even tell you that she’d love to do the same with you…

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I know that's part of the fantasy, especially with cnc, of ignoring the no, of pushing past someone's hands trying to stop you, of hearing them tell you to stop and continuing... shattering that sense of control by just doing whatever you want to the person despite their protests

I want to play more in that space, of having someone break me down over time, of playing with the sense of being 'violated'

"What, you like it when I do this?"

🔒 Mittens

🔒 Baby Booties

🔒 Harness

🔒 Diaper Cover

🔒 Pacifier Gag

All secured with magnetic locks.

The grownups talked:

"Do they need to be locked up like that"

"Not really, they just like it, Don't you baby ...?"

You nodded.

"Do you want to be let out?"

You shook your head. "See, they just like it better this way"

Hm? You need to what? That's not possible, you haven't had nearly the maximum liquid intake for a healthy adult bladder. Trust me, I'm a professional, I know what I'm talking about. The only way you could need to relive yourself already is if your bladder was somehow abnormally puny and weak and underdeveloped. After all, you went to the bathroom five hours ago. That's not long, is it? Just lie down and relax. There's no way you're getting up anyway. I won't allow it. That would be completely medically irresponsible, letting you walk all the way to the bathroom in the state you're in.

If it really turns into an emergency I suppose we could get you some kind of container. But you can hold it a bit longer, right? Of course you can. Have some more pills. Let me pour you some water to take them with. There we go. You'll feel better in no time.

That's odd, for some reason you can't seem to keep still. Or quiet. You keep making all these distressed little whimpering and groaning noises. Increased colour in the face...excessive perspiration...heavy breathing...that's definitely unusual. Is something wrong? I told you, you don't need to empty your bladder yet, that's impossible, stop talking nonsense. Your stomach hurts? Here, let me examine it.

I'll just apply a some pressure...I can only help you if you stay completely still and stop wriggling. There we go. It hurts when I touch it? That can't be right. Let me push a bit harder...your stomach seems fine, just a normal healthy amount of swelling from proper hydration. There's no reason why it would hurt. I think you must be delirious, imagining things. Maybe you're feverish...look at all that sweat. Of course the solution to that is bed rest and plenty of fluids. Let me get you some more water.

What? You can't drink any more or you'll pee yourself? Don't be silly. Any medical professional could tell you that the average bladder capacity is far higher than that. You've got so much more room! We can just keep filling you up for hours yet...Here's a nice big jug of cold water, I'll pour out a glass for you. Don't just sip it, gulp it all down. Every last drop. There. You're such a good, obedient patient.

Oh, and I'll need you to give me a urine sample. Don't get too excited, I just need you to fill this tiny cup. I'll keep an eye on you to make sure you don't pee any more than necessary. Just cut off the flow when it's full. You can do that right? Aw, you look like you're about to cry. Don't worry, I'll see that you get proper treatment. That's it, just let out a tiny bit aaand...stop! I said stop.

Hm, it looks like you had a little trouble stopping, but that's okay. It was only an extra trickle or two. Your lower stomach still looks nice and round and healthy. What's important is that you keep all the rest of that fluid inside you. Just lie back in bed. Drink another glass to make up for the hydration you just lost. Maybe I'll find that container for you...if I can remember where I put it. Ooh, pouring out all this water for you is making me need to go, I'll be right back. You'd better not move.

Aaah, what a relief~

we're hanging out together with a large group of friends. maybe we're watching a movie, or playing games, or something. its been hours, and i'm very hydrated- but due to being so focused on whatever we're doing, i don't notice how bad i'm starting to need to go.

until, finally, theres a lull in the conversation, and i nearly double over as the full weight of my bladder catches up to my senses. i practically slam my legs together, and go to stand up. "hey, uh, i'll be right back, im gonna go piss-"

before i can even stand up fully, your hand is on my thigh, pushing me back down into my seat. i nearly gasp as my bladder squeezes, and i cross my legs. "huh? no the fuck you're not. who said you could?"