Zoned out
Added 2020-09-13 11:53:11 +0000 UTCThis is a friends to subject microfiction, focusing on the moment after an amnesia trigger has taken effect.
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You and your friend were speaking, but you had forgotten what about. In fact, you had just zoned out entirely. You shook yourself back up to awareness. You friend was looking at you, smiling expectantly. Had they asked a question?
“I want to obey.” The words came out of your mouth, unbidden. You had meant to ask what they had just said, but you couldn’t move your moth again, it was stuck, not obeying you. And the words had felt good to say.
So you said them again. And that made a delightful tingle run up your spine. Your friend reached out a hand. Your body leant forwards, again, without your conscious willing to do so, although again, it just felt right. Why did you feel so needy? So submissive?
You friend snapped their fingers, and you quickly dropped to your knees before them, they laughed. “Oh you’ve taken to the programming quite well, just like you said you would.” They ran a hand through your hair, and then, with a word, they dropped you back into trance.
