Puzzles (Patreon)

Your partner has left you in a bimbo headspace, struggling to think, whilst they got ready for your night out.

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“Awh, my little idiot. Have you been trying to think?” Your partner said, laughing as they gestured at the various puzzles arrayed before you. “Has it been difficult?” They hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your gaze up. Your eyes struggled to focus on them.

Your mind was so foggy. Each thought was a struggle, and it got rid of the previous one. They sat down on the couch next to you, and took one of the puzzles, reassembling it so quickly that you couldn’t see how they did it. “I even showed you how to do some of these.”

You looked from the puzzle in their hands, to them, blankly, struggling to remember. It was almost embarrassing. You blushed trying to look away, but their finger on your chin slipped up your face, gently steering your gaze back to them. “It’s okay, my love.”

You could hear the affection in their voice. “I know that you aren’t always like this. Only when I make you. But, I also know that when you’re like this, that thinking isn’t your strong suit.” They stood up, and beckoned you over to the mirror in the corner of the room.

As you joined them, you felt your body move instinctively, posing as you looked at yourself. They smiled at you. “No, when you’re like this there’s more important things for you to do. Like look nice, and cute. And just be obedient, right?” They held your gaze in the mirror.

You smiled and nodded back at them. Giving a small wink as you did so. Seeing them in the mirror, next to you, had you feeling certain… feelings. Your hand closest to them gently moved down their back, to squeeze their butt. They chuckled. “If only we had time, dear.”

They snapped their fingers and said “Return.” And as they did so, you felt your mind reassemble itself, just like they had done to the puzzle a few moments ago. Your thoughts returned, you stopped posing, returning to a more neutral position. But you still felt needy.

You met their eyes. “Hey, we still have time, don’t we?” You asked, pleading.

“We have fifteen minutes. I know you’re ready, but you still need some time to get out of the house. We’ll continue later, okay?”

With a small nod of acceptance, you started getting ready to go out.