Struggle

What do you do when your dominant gives you an impossible task? You struggle, of course! (Unless it will damage you, in which case, seek clarification).

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“Come on toy. You want to please me, don’t you? Well, I want a kiss. So come and kiss me.” Your dominant looked down on you, as you tried to rise from your kneeling position to meet their lips. You planted one foot on the floor, and tried to push up off the ground.

And felt yourself stopped, by the sensation of your other knee being stuck to the ground. Their lips were mere inches from your face. Mere inches away from doing as you were told. They smiled down at you, looking from your face, to your leg, still stuck to the floor.

“Something wrong, sweetie?” You looked down at your leg as well. What was happening? You tried to move it with your hand, but couldn’t. You looked back at your dominant, and tried desperately to rise that last few inches. It was hopeless.

You couldn’t feel anything sticking you down. It was like there was a pair of very powerful magnets, one in your knee, and one on the floor, keeping you trapped. Held in place. Their smile widened, and one of their hands pushed gently down on your shoulder.

You let yourself lower back down into your kneeling position, stopping straining. You felt so confused. Of course they had done something, but – what? You didn’t remember it. They took a finger, and tilted your chin up, so you were looking into their eyes.

Their beautiful eyes, eyes that made you so weak, so helpless. “Okay toy. I want you to remember what I’ve done. That won’t end the effect, you’ll just be aware of what I’m currently doing to you. Memory coming back in 3, 2, and 1.” And they snapped their fingers.

The memory jumped to the forefront of your mind. The freeze suggestion being implanted. Being used on your leg. You looked up at them, questions springing in your mind. They held up a finger. “Why did I give you an impossible task?” They bent down, face close to yours.

“Because you look so cute when you struggle, of course.” Their lips met yours, just for a moment. The briefest of kisses, but it sent pleasure dancing through you. “But you did try to obey. You did struggle for me. And I love it when you do that…”