Wardrobe
Added 2021-04-12 15:58:37 +0000 UTCI've been thinking about the fun you can have with certain triggers recently, and I thought I'd revisit a tale involving a freezing trigger.
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They held your arm to the wardrobe, and with the word “freeze”. It was stuck there. They leant in, lips tantalisingly close to yours, and as you leant your head forwards, darted coquettishly away. You instinctively, needily, tried to follow; but found that you could not.
You felt spread from your wrist at the sensation. It was like you were welded to the wardrobe. Unable to move that limb. That feeling of pleasure only increased at their soft laugh, their striding towards you, pushing your other arm back.
When they had all of your limbs locked in place with the power of their control, they took a step away, admiring you, before swooping in close again, to whisper in your ear words of soft teasing encouragement. Your mind worked so well for them, against you, and you loved it.
