Diary (Patreon)

Your partner leaves a trap for you to find.

This was inspired by @finnixfever on twitter.

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You paused, looking at the book on the kitchen table. It definitely looked like your diary. But that was… That was locked away upstairs. Right? But that was your handwriting on the front.

The curiosity got the better of you. You opened it.

As you did, you felt something change within you. You wanted to read what was inside. The first page was line after line of the same thing:

‘I’m a submissive toy.’

Over, and over again. As you read it, you felt yourself sinking into subspace. Slipping into mindlessness.

You turned the page. The line had changed.

‘I can’t think for myself.’

The words were looping in your brain as you read them. Mantras layering over one another.

The next page was another new line.

‘I’m at my best on my knees.’

Your body did what the book said.

Your knees hit the floor. Your mind was blank. You kept on reading, new lines filling your brain.

‘Mindlessness is bliss.’

‘Obedience is pleasure.’

‘Arousal takes over.’

By the time your partner found you, gently touching yourself, moaning on the kitchen floor, you were a mindless mess. Barely aware of them, the book had slipped from your fingers, landing on the floor in front of you. They laughed. “Oh, you found the trap I set for you then.”

They picked up the book. You couldn’t find the willpower to move. To stop touching. To think. “The diary that I made you forget that you wrote. Different mantras on different dates. All layering together to make you a needy mess for me to play with.”