A cup of tea
Added 2022-12-25 19:48:25 +0000 UTCObedience is pleasure, and your hypnotist has a simple request...
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“Pleasure is obedience, isn’t it toy?” Your head nodded, mindless. “So, when I wake you up, and give you an order, you’re going to do it. And as you do it, you’re going to feel me touching you. Not enough to cause discomfort, or interfere, but enough to feel nice.”
Your hypnotist snapped their fingers, bringing you up, out of trance. “Okay, toy. Let’s test this. Make me a cup of tea, please. Dash of milk, one sugar.”
You smiled, of course they wanted tea. But you didn’t disobey. The thought didn’t enter your head.
You stood, left the room, and set to work. The boiling kettle matched the heat licking your insides, you were pleasing them. “Obedience is pleasure.” The words left your mouth automatically as you thought them. It felt good to say them.
“Obedience is pleasure.” The water was poured over the teabag, and you set about getting the milk, the sugar. Then you waited. Two minutes. As they liked it. “Obedience is pleasure.” It felt so good to do this small task for them. Milk. Stir, add the sugar. Stir again.
As you came back into the room, to find them sat in the chair you had vacated, grinning smugly at you, you laughed. “Obedience is pleasure, right toy?” They asked, taking the tea from your hands.
“Obedience is pleasure.” You nodded back, glowing with the bliss of obedience.
