Thank you (Patreon)

Your partner makes you respond in a certain way, just to get you to accept a compliment.

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“Gods you’re beautiful.” Your partner said.

You blushed at the compliment, looking away as you said. “Hush, no I’m not.”

Their hand reached forwards, taking hold of your chin, bringing you back to face them. “No, toy. You’ve got to learn to take compliments.”

A smirk crossed their lips. “In fact, drop for me.” They said, snapping their fingers. The trigger worked instantly, your eyes slamming shut, head lolling forwards, lowered gently from their fingers as you relaxed back into the couch. You heard them laugh.

“That’s it, lose yourself in that sweet, mindless state.” They said. You were. “Let your thoughts flee your mind, leaving your brain empty, except for my words, which had pulled you so quickly into deep trance. So empty, and gone, and ready to obey.”

They paused for a moment, before saying. “Now, when I bring you back up, I’m going to say that you’re beautiful. And you, dear, are going to say thank you, like a good toy, every time I say it, until I say terminus. Nod your head if you understand.”

You nodded your head, slowly. “Good, that’s it.” They said. A small, tiny part of your mind knew what was coming. Knew the embarrassment you were going to face. “Right, in a moment, you’re going to come back up. On three. One, two, three! Up, up up!”

Your eyes opened, blinking, as they snapped their fingers again. “Okay, shall we see if that worked, shall we?” They paused, meeting your eyes. The silent question jumping between you. Was this alright? You decided that it was, and nodded, gently, smiling at them.

“You’re beautiful.” They said. Instantly, you felt your lips begin to move, but held on, stopping the motion, preventing yourself from speaking. But it took effort. So much effort. They laughed. “Oh, I saw those lips part. Your body betrays you, my love. You’re beautiful.”

You felt the pull again, stronger. Like a hook in your mind, directing you towards obedience.

“Thank you.” You said, unable to resist that urge, but blushing all the same.

“Hah! That’s it.” They were laughing, which only made your blush grow hotter on your cheeks.

You were pointedly looking anywhere but at them. Their laughter slowed, and they said “You can be as embarrassed as you like. If we get you to repeat it enough – you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you” You said, so quickly.

“- You might start to believe it.” They continued, before pausing.

Finally, you met their gaze again. Feeling the embarrassment of being looked at as an object of affection. But you felt beautiful. Slightly. “You’re beautiful -”

“Thank you.” You couldn’t stop yourself.

“- my love.” They said, smiling. “I just wish you’d believe me when I say it.”