A Day

Your partner lays out the day, quite clearly.

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Your partner smiled as you woke up, looking down at you from their phone. “Hello gorgeous. No, hush sweetness. You don’t need to talk today. Actually, come to think of it, you don’t need to think today. Sound good? Just nod or shake your head.” You nodded, hazily.

Their eyes seemed to light up. “Good! Then you can just let yourself sink back into that sweet, groggy state for me. Just slip away, that’s it. Let my words take advantage of your weak, sleepy mind.” You let your eyes close as their words sank in, beginning to rewrite you.

Breakfast was a simple affair. Your thoughts were quite restricted, but they were thorough with their instructions, and you could follow those perfectly. Well. Almost perfectly. The toast was slightly burned, but tomorrow you’d realise that that’s their fault for teasing.

The morning passed in a haze of obedient cleaning, and then showering, whilst they flitted between working and playing with your body and mind, “Just for fun.” They said. And at lunch time, they brought you back up, to check in with you.

“How’s it feeling my love? Not too much, is it?” They looked apprehensive as they asked.

You shook your head. “It’s wonderful. Like a hot dream, but it’s housework, not sex. Makes it much more engaging.”

They smiled at you. “Good, then I’m hoping you want to continue?”

You nodded, and they smiled as they took you down. “Well, I know you weren’t complaining, but, well, it’s funny that you mention sex. This afternoon is going to be altogether hornier, not that you’ll complain. Well, not that you would complain, if you could.”

The two of you had a wonderful afternoon playing with your obedience, with their control. You were just a helpless puppet to their power, and they loved having that power over you. And by the time the evening came, you were both exhausted.