Looped pleasure
Added 2021-04-04 13:36:54 +0000 UTCA lovely piece about trying to figure out an answer that, once you reach, seems to be the only thing in your head, or on your lips.
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“Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. Did you really need those thoughts of yours? Did you need them cluttering up your mind? Now come on, try to do your test.” Your hypnotist’s voice was drowning out any remaining fragments of thought and making it very hard to focus on anything else.
You tried to bring your attention to the paper in front of you. It had a single question at the top.
What is Obedience?
And you tried to think of an answer. Tried to come up with a guess, or anything at all. But your mind was so empty.
So empty that you couldn’t even begin to think of what the question meant. You could read the words, just about, you could even say them, after a few tries. Your partner must have thought you looked cute, trying to begin thinking, because they eventually leant down to you.
“Try saying the question backwards pet, what’s left of your brain might take over from there.”
You instinctively obeyed the suggestion, mouth moving automatically.
“Obedience is pleasure, and pleasure is obedience.” And with that a wave of pleasure rushed through you.
But now your mouth wouldn’t stop moving. “Obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience, obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience.” Each time you said it brought more pleasure. mmmM-obedience ispleasurea-a-andpleasure- pleasureisobedience, fuck.”
And you knew that the pleasure was slowly whittling away at what was left of your mind in that moment. The obedience of pleasure and the pleasure of obedience. Taking all control away from you, as your mind went blank, still repeating. Still letting the pleasure wash over you.
