Housework
Added 2021-12-28 14:53:32 +0000 UTCYour partner gave you a file to encourage you to do the housework.
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The warm water flowed over your hands again. You were standing. Your partner’s voice filling your ears. Mind lost in trance, as your body, on autopilot, scrubbed. Each dish cleaned was another small tingle of pleasure. But you didn’t really notice those anymore.
Your mind was too far gone. You weren’t in danger. Your partner had done all of the knives and other sharp implements, before setting you to your task. You were able to relax into trance, and let your body obey their commands. And it did feel good to obey.
So very good. You were their puppet, their machine, carrying out their commands; with no control over your own body. It felt wonderful to be so mindless. So controlled. Their words, pumped into your ears through your headphones, had you so empty headed.
It was easy to obey. It was easy to do your chores like this. This wasn’t doing chores. This was obeying your dominant. Pleasing, and serving your dominant. And as you put the last of the dishes to drain, you took your headphones off, and smiled.
That had been wonderful. To listen and obey, as their words kept on reinforcing your purpose, to be their toy, their drone, their puppet. All whilst your body moved outside of your control. You stood, basking in the feelings of trance that were slowly draining away. It was good.
