Pretty Please

by Arry Loup

Tags: #D/s #dom:female #pov:bottom #sub:nb #consensual_kink #microfiction
See spoiler tags : #maid

Alora and Sam like to play these little hypnotic games. Especially if it means trying to resist.

Alora giggled.

I just gave her a playful dirty look. I didn't know what she'd done to me, but I was sure it would surface soon. In these games, it usually took a few days for the change to take effect.

Last time it had been my turn. Watching Alora slowly turn into a dog and being confused the whole time before her mind finally gave into the post-hypnotic suggestion completely was hot as hell, but I had a feeling she would get back at me yet.

She giggled again, and I rolled my eyes over dinner. "What do you keep giggling about, Alora? I haven't heard you say a single thing that might be a trigger."

Alora stuck out her tongue playfully. It was moments like these that I appreciated; I was scared of what she had done to me, but I trusted her.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Now can you clean up from dinner, pretty please?"

Something shifted in me and I felt my excitement welling up as I felt myself stand to attention without my input. I tried to fight it, tried to tell her it was her turn to do the dishes, but I found myself unable to, my face contorting into a bright little smile that I couldn't keep off my face.

"Y-y-yesss," I said, trying to fight the word but unable to. "It would b-b-be my pleasure, A-A-Mistress."

I wish I could have expressed how excited I was, but instead my body robotically moved to pick up the dishes, moving politely over to the sink.

I felt my mind glaze over as I looked at the kitchen, and thought about just how much I had to do. My brain was overcome with repetition, the phrase 'pretty please' echoing over and over, and something I found myself mouthing along to: 'pretty maid' over and over again.

Alora walked over to me, placing a hand on my back while I continued doing the dishes. She laughed. "Now I hope you're prepared to be my pretty little maid for the next few days. I kept your mind intact so you can feel how little control you have. Isn't that right?"

"Yes Mistress," I found myself chirping happily. I could feel resistance slipping away. I wanted to agree, because she was my Mistress, and I was her pretty little maid.

"Now," she whispered in my ear, "can you keep the house spotless and attend to my every whim, pretty please?"

I felt my resistance melting away as I felt myself sink into that sweet, delicious obedience I suddenly craved. I felt myself stand up a little straighter, adjusting my posture and my mind.

"Yes," I said, no hesitation as I sank deeper into that suggestion. "It would be my pleasure, Mistress.

Mistress laughed, and I giggled.

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