Loud (Patreon)

You moved out of the main space of the party to find some quiet. And your partner has found you to help with that...

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“Awh, what’s wrong love? Brain too loud?” You partner had found you in a room at the party, where you had sequestered yourself to get away from the noise. You nodded at them, and they wrapped their arms around you. “Let me help with that.” They said.

Their perfume smelled beautiful, and they, as ever, looked wonderful. They brushed one hand through your hair. “Here, let me help you just quieten all your thoughts. Just listen to my voice and focus on the feeling of my hand in your hair. Doesn’t that feel nice?”

You nodded into their chest as they held you tight. “Just focus for me. Focus. Sink. Slip away for me. No need to think. You can do that, can’t you? Focus on my voice, and sleep into trance?” You could, so easily. So effortlessly. Your mind was already feeling foggy.

And that fog grew with every motion of their hand through your hair. Every moment that their voice spent dripping like honey into your mind. Your thoughts dissolved, being replaced by their voice. “That’s it, sweetie. So blank, so quickly. An obedient puppet.”

They giggled. “You’re so well-conditioned at this point. Such a helpless little plaything for me. Gods you should be glad that no one’s here to see you like this. To know how easy you are to bring down, to make suggestible, malleable. Though, I bet you’d like that.”

You blushed at the idea. The other partygoers, knowing your buttons. Using you. Teasing you. Making you into a knot of aroused suggestibility for them to play with. A soft moan slipped from you lips, and your partner laughed again. “Mmm, I knew you would.”

Their hand gripped your hair, pulling gently, so that your head moved back, eyes opening slightly to look up at them. “But no. You’re mine tonight. Mine to do with as I will. Though, well. Not here, obviously. I’m looking forward to getting home, love. For now, keep sinking.”