HypNovember 2023 Writings
Day 15: Singing/Song
by moosezilla
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#clothing
#CW:dubious_consent
#memory_play
#microfiction
#chastity
#D/s
#exhibitionism
#halloween
#humiliation
#hypnotic_amnesia
#orgasm_denial
#pov:bottom
#pov:top
#teasing
I walked in the front door, which more or less opened into the kitchen, to find you washing dishes.
“Oh! Thanks for doing the dishes, babe!”
And you responded exactly as I assumed you would. Because you knew it had been driving me up the wall.
“What can I say except you’re welcome?” you sang at me.
This time, however, I didn’t groan or roll my eyes or any of my usual responses to your intentionally getting that song stuck in both of our heads. I simply grinned.
This is the risk of your trolling becoming predictable, after all. It means I can plan for it.
You slowly lowered the pan you’d been scrubbing back into the sink as your arms gently fell to your sides. Your eyes glazed over as You’re Welcome began playing and layering itself through your mind, echoing a hundred different times and overwhelming your senses.
Quickly kicking my shoes off and putting my bag down, I gently took hold of your shoulders and led you over to the couch as your eyes glazed over and you half-muttered, half-hummed “Wha- yo- welcome… whacanisay… wel… com…”
“What’s that, babe?”
You answered automatically. “You’re welcome.”
“What should we make for dinner?”
“You’re welcome…” You still maintained the cadence of the song, starting at a higher pitch and moving lower.
“Very good, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“What can you say except ‘you’re welcome’?”
“You’re welcome.”
“You enjoy being my helpless plaything, don’t you?”
Your jaw tightened as you smiled ever so slightly. “You’re welcome.”
And now, for the most interesting part of this particular bit of conditioning.
“Thank you, babe, for taking off your shirt.”
I was impressed at how quickly you were able to obey while so deep in trance, but no sooner had you finished saying “You’re welcome” than your shirt was on the floor next to the couch.
This was going to be fun.
Goddammit, guess what's stuck in my head now?