Swaying
Added 2022-04-03 12:25:44 +0000 UTCYou met them that night, and found yourself dancing with them. And as you danced, they began to speak to you.
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The two of you were locked in this soft, gentle moment, swaying as the music played. Your head, resting on their shoulder felt so nice, so comfortable. Their words were flowing easily into your ear. The swaying was easy to get lost in, the gentle motion letting you lose yourself.
Until there was only their words, and the music. “That’s it toy, following me down, and down. Deeper, and deeper. Your body can relax and stay standing, your mind doesn’t need to be in control for you to keep dancing with me.” Their arm traced down your back.
“And you want to keep dancing with me, don’t you?” The arm on your back gave a small tug, pulling you forwards, gently. A step deeper into their control. “Letting this moment stretch on, and on.” Another tug, another step. You were barely aware of it. It felt good to let go.
“Just keep following me, take my hand, there you go. And as you walk with me, your mind can stay like this. Sleepy, foggy. So pliable. So controlled.” And you were led, off the dance floor, out of the party. Led upstairs, to where the real programming could begin.
