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DrBorderline

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About DrBorderline

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    Bathroom Control
    Diapers
    Tickling
    Bondage
    Cuddling
    Furry
    Gender bender
    Hypnosis
    Immobilization
    Pleasure control
    Tomboys

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  1. I tend to have dreams with recurring themes of alien skies; planets or moons or stars that don't exist in our corner of the cosmos, and couldn't be as close as they are in my dreams without causing massive disruptions due to tidal changes, not to mention earthquakes. No idea why.
  2. Jon Townsend of James Townsend and Sons. He's big on living history and historical re-enactment, and he also does videos on 18th century recipes on a weekly basis or thereabouts. That's actually how I found out about him; a few years back he did a video about an 18th century fried chicken recipe and it went viral.
  3. Actually there are people who enjoy handing off the reins to somebody else, and there are people who enjoy taking those reins. I don't know one hundred percent how much of it overlaps with the general dom / sub dynamic but there is definitely a parallel. In regards to your commentary specifically, while I have experimented with self hypnosis a few times, I prefer to be the one pulling somebody else's puppet strings. That opportunity does not come along very often, but hey, that's what erotic fiction is for.
  4. I've been interested in hypnosis and mind control for quite some time. There's an obvious potential overlap with omorashi stuff there.
  5. Honestly I might end up so distracted trying to figure out how and why it happened (Gene therapy? Nanomachines?? Magic?!) that I might actually not think to experiment with the new hardware until days later. And if I did think about it, I might still be too fixated on the why and how to be in the mood to experiment. But if I dodged both of those bullets, I'd probably spend the day at home with a lot of coffee and not go outside that much.
  6. It's not so much a sliding scale with me as a bunch of random data points; I definitely put the "crazy" in "crazy survivalist." I guess the only one I can really share here would be the time I drank some potentially contaminated water on a dare. I didn't get sick so it probably wasn't contaminated, but on the other hand, it was purely a spur of the moment "you're on" action and no money was involved, which in hindsight was a missed opportunity. There's definitely crazier stuff, but I probably shouldn't talk about it until the statute of limitations expires.
  7. For ages almost all of my attraction was directed at females, but I ran across some sort of furry / anthro fantasy novel type thing like two weeks ago and the male dragon / male human relationship really got my attention in a way that only lesbian relationships did before. It kind of came out of left field, but I'm interested to see where it leads.
  8. Okay that's... peculiar. I mean, I'm a survivalist and all those stereotypes have a basis in fact, but mixing those two things together... ...I can KIND of see the appeal, in a "you got chocolate in my peanut butter" kind of way, but for the most part it feels like two different parts of my brain are fighting over it.
  9. I too must come to the defense of "just made it" scenarios. The uncertainty and stress and frantic search for alternatives running through the mind of somebody who needs a bathroom break is itself pretty appealing. Besides, making it in time can still result in the "breaking the seal" phenomenon, which can be used to set up another desperation scenario with a different outcome since the muscles are tired but the body is still dealing with all that fluid. Besides, if every desperation scenario resulted in an accident of some sort or another, it would lose all its tension and potentially become cliche. Like the Butler being the guilty party in a murder mystery. Now there's a story idea: Somebody who needs to go to the bathroom, with enough genre awareness to realize they won't make it. Do they just go right then and there to save time and pain and get the embarrassment over with and done? For that matter, is that something that society in that setting has accepted, so the social embarrassment isn't even a factor any more? The point is, if you get rid of "just made it" scenarios, you undermine the foundations of society! We'll have riots in the streets, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria!
  10. To be honest, I thought this was about the capacity of people's bladders in the year 1480. But this is just as interesting and potentially more useful.
  11. Q: How many survivalists does it take to screw in a light bulb? A: None, they all stock up on candles and kerosene lanterns. To be honest, I actually stole that from another survivalist. And he wasn't actually trying to be funny, just make a point.
  12. (1-6-2. I accept your challenge, d6.) It was supposed to be a networking event. The kind of place where people made professional connections, and I could certainly use some of those. Which is why I ended up heading to the place in the first place. Ultimately though, the term "networking" was a euphemism for "reconnecting" and the word "reconnecting" really met "catch up with old college friends while getting very heavily intoxicated" as long as we're aiming for accuracy. In the first of the only two conversations I had with anyone all night long, I asked why the event was open to the public if it was intended to be a private class reunion thing. The person I asked said something about liquor licenses and the rules for renting the venue. It was kind of hard to hear over the bass heavy music... if it could be called music. Nothing against house music personally but at some point it stops being music and starts being recreational ear damage. Rather than admit the evening was a lost cause, I ended up grabbing a drink and walking around for a while, hoping to talk to some people who didn't have any conversation partners and see if I couldn't do a little social engineering myself. Unfortunately the opportunity never came up and I went through about four drinks before I realized it. I resigned myself to a consolation prize of being a wallflower observing how different people from different social groups interacted with each other, while also filling up on beverages and finger foods that sounded more sophisticated in French. Actually, filling up was an appropriate term, since I started looking around for the bathrooms pretty quickly. The long lines didn't exactly inspire my confidence, especially since a few people in those lines, both in front of the ladies and the gents, looked to be in much worse straits than I was. And, in hindsight, I was fortunate enough to eventually know when I had hit the point of diminishing returns. After one last visit to the cheese board, I left the building, found my way to my car, and started the long drive home. I knew in advance that I wouldn't have a designated driver, and it was never part of the plan to make professional business or peer connections with people by getting drunk anyway, so I had stayed far away from anything that could have dulled my reflexes. The downside was that I had favored drinks with a fair amount of caffeine in them. That stopped becoming an alertness-improving advantage and started becoming a distraction about one third of the way back home. On the plus side, I lived in a rural area at the time, so I didn't have to worry about being stopped at a red light forever and a day. On the down side, there were deer in that particular part of the country, and deer are not known for looking both ways before crossing the road. When the two does crossed over in front of me, time slowed down, like I was using some sort of aim-assist power in a video game. I could see the patterns of the fur on both animals. I could practically count the blades of grass lit up by the headlights. In the end I missed them by a few inches. Unfortunately for me at that point, while my leg had slammed on the brakes, my bladder had seen the risk of death in my windshield and gone full speed ahead. My seat, and my pants, were both hot and soaked. I didn't dare try to take my hands off the wheel for anything, and my brain - quite rightly - decided it was safer to just deal with it when I got home. By that time, the warmth had gone out completely, leaving a chill and a slick clamminess that caused the pants to stick to my legs as I climbed out of the car. Cleaning up the seat was something that, by necessity, I left for the the following morning. Inside the house, I stripped off everything, tossed it in the washing machine, and sat at the kitchen table for a while, contemplating mortality and fate and destiny and other deep, heavy subjects like that. That night I ended up having one of those "gotta pee but can't find a toilet" dreams that woke me up and had me heading to the bathroom in pitch blackness. If the alternative was waking in a cold sweat after a nightmare of almost dying, I was okay with stubbing my toe and almost wetting myself twice in a night. Lesser of two evils and all that. Still, lesson learned. Networking is for people with a death wish. (Slight variation on the setting but I hope it still qualifies.)
  13. Going through a number of variations here, in no particular order. Also not that all of these are based on the premise of 100% reliable, adjustable, temporary conditions; no "be careful what you wish for" scenarios. This also is based on the idea that these are scenarios that have no "abort" or "emergency stop" conditions. Overactive Bladder without Urge Incontinence: Maybe 24-48 hours, in other words a free weekend, to see what it's like. Rushing to make it to a bathroom in time could be fun, though the frequent trips and interruptions could easily be a hassle. Overactive Bladder with Urge Incontinence: Probably no more than 24 hours total if I didn't have some sort of absorbent stopgap in the worst case scenarios. Up to 48 hours if I did. So from one day to a weekend. Stress Incontinence: To be honest, curiosity would compel me to try this for a full week, to see how it would impact how I handled previously routine events and circumstances. (I tend to do a lot of heavy lifting, both when working and in my leisure time.) I would definitely plan ahead and get clothing, both under- and outer-wear, that could handle the occasional leak. No Feeling of Fullness, Sudden Emptying: Just for 12 hours. Even with diapers designed to hold a lot of liquid, too much released all at once has the potential to make a pretty big mess. Constant Leaks or Frequent Dribbling with Sensation of Going: 24 hours, probably. Diapers would be a necessity. Constant Leaks of Frequent Dribbling without Sensation of Going: No more than 12 hours, since I'd probably be constantly distracted trying to manage other stuff and checking to see if anything needed to be changed. Also I wouldn't be completely comfortable sleeping through the night, even with overnight diapers and plastic / rubber mattress protectors in place. Anything related to the bowels: No thank you, I'm fine with the bladder stuff. There's also a few more "exotic" scenarios in my head that I'm mentioning here for the sake of completion. Hypnotic Trigger, Uncommon, Instant Voiding: For 48 hours, over a weekend where the demand on my time and attention was low. No diapers. For those who aren't into or familiar with the erotic hypnosis / mind control thing, this means a word, phrase, sound or image that would cause an accident by itself, but it's not something most people would run across in the course of a normal day. Hypnotic Trigger, Common, Instant Voiding: For 24 hours, and I'd be in diapers for every second of them, since this is a trigger that I could easily stumble over with no warning. Hypnotic Suggestion, Can't Use A Toilet: For 24 hours if no diapers are involved, up to 48 if they are. This suggestion could take many forms, from an irrational fear of the toilet to temporarily forgetting how it works to a post-hypnotic trigger caused by toilet use that I'd want to avoid. Hypnotic Suggestion, Can't Feel How Full The Bladder Is But Control Is Normal: For 48 hours, over a weekend. I estimate I would end up getting into the habit of using the toilet every couple of hours to make sure I didn't overflow. Which probably would have consequences at night if I got used to regular bathroom trips. And there you go. More information than you know what to do with. ?
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