User:KiTA/Stories/Tattoo
From Grigbertz
I've always enjoyed mind control, and maintain the idea that "mental bondage" -- girls being prohibited by conditioning or brainwashing in moving certain ways -- can be just as hot as actual bondage. Perhaps a tattoo, that brings with it a compulsion not to dress (and nothing else)? What a delightfully tantalizing situation for a young lass to find herself in.
Keli jerked awake, her voice catching in her throat as she did so. Her heart pounding, she glanced around, seeing the familiar sights of her apartment living room. Fading memories of a strange dream... a decidedly naughty dream... of an unusual woman dressed like a perverted cat echoed in her mind even as they slipped away.
She took a deep, staggered breath as the strange feelings and memories were lost to the ether. The motion caused her to shift her weight, her eyebrows furrowing as she felt the texture of her cheap carpet digging into her hip. Frowning, she glanced down, the sight instantly forcing her awake. She was utterly nude, her clothing tossed around her in a rough circle, as if discarded with great haste and little care.
What, she thought to herself, happened last night? She drew her legs inward, bringing herself upright, sitting on her knees. She remembered watching some silly news report on a rash of conspiracy theorists combined with a rash of crazy, kinky naturists, a sudden sharp knocking at her door, and then... Nothing.
She stood on slightly unsteady legs, shaking away the strangeness. Clothing first, she thought to herself as the sunlight coming around her window curtains reminded her of the outside world. She had scarcely had time to take a single step towards her discarded panties when her eye was drawn down to ... something. Her bare skin was broken by a shape of black and white, directly above where said panties should cover.
Panties in hand, she darted towards the large mirror on her bedroom wall, stopping when her nude body came into view. There, directly under her navel and mere millimeters above her unmentionables... A tattoo. It was that of a smiley face, outlined in black, with white filling. However, unlike a normal emoji, this one had cat ears and whiskers. It was small and low on her body; her panties would cover it completely.
But it had not been there the night before.
Keli gaped at the new addition. She traced a finger over it, gingerly. The flesh was not irritated, not sore. It was like the tattoo had been there for years, if not longer.
Well then. She thought to herself, her veins ice cold. That's quite enough of that. She hefted the panties in her hand and...
... and ...
She stared at the garment, all thoughts of what she was about to do lost. There was some trick to putting panties on, she thought to herself. Some... Some trick, right? She had to go, seek help about this strange situation, this strange new tattoo. But... How... How do you put these on again?
She glanced up, noticing something in the mirror. She was stark naked, that hadn't changed. She needed to get dressed, get dressed immediately, and get help. But the tattoo, previously black with white filling, was now black with a glowing white light coming from it. The glow brought with it a warmth, that seemed to spread throughout her lower body.
Even the tattoo itself had changed, instead of a simple cat-themed smiley face, it seemed to be grinning, it's eyes closed, a toothy grin with cute catlike fangs beneath it.
It was laughing at her.
She dropped her panties in her shock. The second she let go of them, whatever had taken hold of her mind let go. Panties. You know how to wear them, silly girl! Put one leg through one hole, one leg through the other, and pull them up. She could literally put them on in her sleep! She immediately reached down and grabbed the underwear...
.... and ...
... Whatever she was about to do vanished with a flutter. She knew she needed to put her panties on. She knew she had done so a million times before. But... actually how to do so had completely vanished from her mind again.
She shook her head, muttering to herself. I need to wear something, if panties are out, then pants and a shirt. With a huff, she ran back to her living room.
Moments later, she had her discarded jeans and t-shirt in her hands. She stared at them, a look of horrified confusion on her face. She knew she needed to put them on. She knew she knew how to put them on. But... the second she touched them, the second she actually went to put them on... all thoughts of doing so, all knowledge of how to do so, simply vanished from her mind. She could move them around, fold them, put them away, but putting them on her body... The concept was beyond her.
Until she let go, and then how stupid she was being came to her in a flash. It happened, over and over again, no matter how fast, how determined she was -- the second she actually touched the garments, the idea of just how, exactly, one put clothing on slipped away from her mind.
A sick feeling started to fill her stomach. She stumbled back into her bedroom, clothing in hand. The cat tattoo was still there, still glowing, still laughing at her in the mirror. She tossed the clothes into a pile on her bed and dove into her dresser and closet.
A dress. Sweatpants. Her special date night panties. Her favorite dance club skirt. Each time, she walked herself through putting the garment on. She could picture doing so in her mind. But each time, the second she touched the garment, all thoughts of doing so vanished. She wanted to -- dear lord, she wanted to -- but doing so might as well have been rocket science. She could not figure out how to do so.
She collapsed in a heap in her bedroom floor, a pile of clothing tossed around her room. Her latest attempts... a coat, her favorite old tennis shoes, and even a bracelet. Anything beyond merely sitting there, quietly accepting her complete and total nudity was beyond her. The second she touched something to wear, she simply forgot how to put the thing on her body.
Keli glanced over to the mirror. She tried to ignore the lewd display, that of her flopped on the ground, legs askew, as she leaned back on her hands. Instead, she stared at the tattoo. The glow had stopped the second she had given up on trying to dress -- or, as she thought of the bracelet, trying to end her nudity in any way. It was once again simply a standard black and white tattoo.
Except now, instead of a smiling face, it was winking while sticking a pink tongue out at her.
Notes
A variant of the Nekomancer's victims. "Mental Bondage," I am calling it. What if instead of restricting her victim's movements with enchanted bondage gear, she left them perfectly free... but restricted what they could think about or do instead?
The Tattoo's effects: It's magical, obviously. It cannot be removed by anyone not a mage. Whenever she makes an effort to "end her nudity" -- dress, or wear makeup/jewelry/etc -- the magic activates, making her magically forget how and be unable to logic her way through doing it. This lasts as long as she holds the item in question. If she continues to try and resist, she gets a headache, and eventually forgets what she was doing, dropping the item. Of course, the second she lets go of the item (or stops trying to dress with it) the magic ends, leaving her aware of what she was going to do... but forever unable to actually do it.
That is key: It never makes her forget to dress. It just prevents her from dressing.
Other effects... I don't know. I think she is just left like this, without any additional help or hindrances -- the tattoo does not affect onlookers, so people are free to react however they wish to her. The tattoo is warm when it activates... Perhaps it can also make her feel pleasure, arousal, and pain. Perhaps it slowly conditions her to feel good when in public, or in view of others, by subtly making her feel good when it happens, and bad when she prevents it. As a punishment, it could force her to be so aroused she loses control of herself in front of others, or feel sharp pain if she's hiding herself away too much.
The Nekomancer gave it several magical programs to ensure Keli will have a delightfully lovely Stark Naked Life from now on. (How considerate!)
The tattoo has several appearances. Normally, it looks like a standard smiley face that was made famous in the 1960s, only with cat ears and a whisker. Maybe a cat smile, like the Nekomancer has? 😊 🐱 😼
If she is trying to resist the effects, it laughs at her attempts. 😁 😂 😹 🤣
When she gives up after trying to fight, it mocks her: 😜 😏
And if she ever managed to find a way to dress, even temporarily, it would not be happy: 👿 🤬
I don't know how animated it is -- if it changes when she's not looking, or if she could watch it literally laughing at her.
In my mind, Keli is a University Professor -- perhaps, a respected and beloved Art Teacher? Maybe she is at the same college Aimee (Alien Abductions) is at. So, she can now volunteer as a nude model for her students without complaint! Isn't that nice?
