Mia Larsen
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A few cute tasks (Hypnotic story)
🕑 Added 2024-01-25 15:00:06 +0000 UTCI wake to the sound of a gently vibrating chime.
Reaching toward my nightstand, I turn over my phone and silence the ringing alarm - too drowsy to remove the sleeping mask that rests snugly over my eyes. A wave of dizziness passes through me as I lift my hand towards my face, and I'm locked in a stupor befor I can remember where I am: Mia's bedroom - Mia's bed - buried deeply within her covers. Mia has left me alone in her apartment after a long night of personal reprogramming to go to class, and she expects me to make myself useful while she's gone.
To be honest - I expect the same thing. Mia has been, shall we say ...thorough in her technique... and I don't expect to need to tell her what it does to me when I am able to unburden her. I don't intend to disappoint.
I once again move to take off the mask, knowing fully well that once I do I will begin to loose control. My hand reaches up and removes the thing in one fluid motion. Then, without me consciously thinking about it, my mouth drops open, as if in a trance.
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SLAVE
Open your mouth.
I let myself grow comfortable as air begins to dry out my tongue. Just thinking about the sensation makes me want to stick it out a little, but I resist the feeling. Given a moment to think, I close my mouth and tilt my head back to its resting position. DOWN Close your mouth.
I get out of bed, and put on some of the pajamas that I keep in Mia's closet. I start picking up various things that have been left out on the floor: tights, a bra, some socks and underwear... and push away the thoughts of how they were hastily tossed aside well before the lights were turned out. Thinking can only lead to complications, now; I must stay vigilant and let my conditioning guide my instincts.
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SLAVE
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The next time you read the word "GO", you will mark your place in the story and start to clean your room. I don't care how clean or dirty it already is. Keeping a tidy space is a neat way to show your dedication, and you'll find that it gets easier and easier to do the more you practice. So right now, you will start with picking up or cleaning five things in your room. If you can't find five items or objects to sort, or dust, or otherwise clean, then skip to the story. Understand?
Good. Now,
GO,
I put the sorted clothing into the hamper in Mia's closet, then walk out of her bedroom into the rest of her apartment. There is a list of tasks on the counter that I'll be completing before I go - I choose to look it over before cooking myself some breakfast out of Mia's fridge. Scrawled legibly in her hand is the following note:
Hey,
I hope you had fun last night ~
I'm getting up early for a lecture,
and I could really use some help
around my place. I’m leaving a
list of things I need from you…
Complete them to your comfort.
I let my mind drift away a little bit - the fogginess rolls back into the periphery of my senses as soon I recognise Mia’s tone and her handwriting. I take a moment to breathe before I look over the list, almost expecting her to have planted a trigger in my subconscious somehow.
* remove all of the dust
* do the dishes/laundry
* put things in their place
* make a shopping list
* buy me socks
By the time I’ve looked the list over, I am already a little hard. This looks a little more challenging than I expected… I have started with the laundry, and I guess I’ll wait to do the dishes until after I have eaten… maybe I can try to look around for what Mia needs while I dust and pick up.
Then I’m going to buy her a pair of cozy socks - and hope she uses them to keep her feet warm. Warm, and cozy so that they feel good throughout the day. But first I need to feed myself. I walk back over to Mia’s freezer, pull out a box of liege waffles and set them on her counter. Unwrapping three of them, I decide to let the waffles thaw while I start to dust.
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At this point in the story, you will be following along with me as I complete some tasks around Mia’s place. If you need to get some food, or go out to buy things such as detergent or cleaning supplies, now is a good time to do so. When you return, you will be doing some dusting. Mark your place here if you need this time for yourself. Now,
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SLAVE
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The next time you see the word “GO”, you will save your place in the story and set a timer for four minutes. You will try to dust for the full two-hundred forty seconds - you are not allowed to dust anything that doesn’t already have dust on it. If you can’t find any dust, you will begin to play with yourself until the timer expires. Make sure you understand fully before you continue. Ready?
GO
I take a duster out from the closet in the hall, and begin to clean Mia’s apartment. As I do this, I find my libido starting to roll and tumble like waves through the space, hungering at the thought of Mia returning to her home to find every surface is clean and smooth. Dust is also known to trap allergens and other irritative materials, you see; cleaning it will make the place much more gentle on the skin. I think about this as I wipe down her desk, her chair, then her computer ~ gently brushing over the keyboard and screen. My mouth begins to water as I struggle to keep myself from drooling onto the keys, so much that it gets to be a little too much to bear, and a stream of spittle drops from my lower lip to my chin. I brush it aside with a wipe before moving on to the trickier surfaces - door frames, window sills, lampshades. I return the duster to its place in the closet hallway, and size-up my work. Something feels a little off to me, so I wait for a moment to take the room in.
Of course! I return to the hallway closet and get out the vacuum cleaner. I know it wasn’t explicitly stated in her list, but I get the feeling that Mia’s going to be able to tell once I’ve vacuumed.
Once I’m done, I return to the kitchen to eat the waffle I’ve left thawing, and drizzle on some maple syrup before putting the food into my mouth. Sweet, icy carmel crystals crunch between my teeth. I’m embarrassed as an actual moan comes out from between my lips - and my eyes once again roll back a little into my head. I touch my knees together, and tuck in my chin as I chew. Slowly. Gently. It feels so good just to have it in my mouth. A soft, airy layer of waffle holds together frozen chunks of cinnamon brown-sugar - and the light flavour of maple underpins the sweetness profile.
I glance back over Mia’s list as I take the last few bites.
* do the dishes/laundry
I put my plate and silverware into the dishwasher, then add a soap pod and start its cycle.
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SLAVE
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The next time you read the word “GO”, you will check to see if you can do dishes or laundry. If the dishwasher is too empty, or if you don’t have enough dirty clothes to justify doing laundry, then simply skip ahead to the next part. However, you’ll probably find it feels pretty good to follow along, especially if you have been appropriately obedient in the paragraphs leading up to this task. If you can run the dishwasher or laundry machine, pick one and run it through a cycle. You will be folding and/or putting everything away later, but for now, just load and start the machine. Got it?
GO
The dishwasher hums to life as its program begins. The gentle sound of water splashing against the dishes can be heard faintly above the thrumming of the device. I walk back into Mia’s bedroom and collect her laundry hamper, and put it by her door. I roll my eyes - out of resistance, now - as I strip the sheets and bedding from Mia’s bed and put them with our clothes. It’s less work than I make it out to be.
Walking outside to the laundry machine, I seperate the clothes into different loads, then put the first of those loads into the washer. I add detergent, select a setting, and press ‘run’. I then go back to the main room and consult the list.
* put things in their place
The wording Mia chose here is arousing me for some reason. I must be associating this task with the thought of how it puts me in my place. In fact, I take the pen from next to where the list is sitting, and I write Mia’s name on my hand. I’m hard again, by now, so I reach into my pants and start to touch myself.
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SLAVE
Write the name ‘Mia’ on your hand.
DOWN
Very good ~
SLAVE
Now, set a timer for five minutes, and touch yourself to pictures of feet. Bonus points if you jerk off to me by looking up pictures of the feet of kinky maids in their uniform, you naughty perv! You can keep touching when you return.
GO
Pulling myself back into the moment, I take my hands off of my cock and look back at the list..
* put things in their place
You know what, Mia must mean for me to pick up and help organize her space. Silly me. I look towards the books that were pushed from the counter to the floor last night. I pick them up and try to decide how to best place them on her bookshelf. Alphabetical? Color? Dewey decimal? I read the cover of the first book: “Rewards in Hypnosis - an Operant Approach to a Classical Practice”. I place this between the books “Real Methods of Applied Psychology” and “Taking Your Subs out for Walks, and other Trained Behaviors”. The next book has no title, and looks more like a journal or personal notebook to me. Mia must write her notes or something in here. I’m curious to know what’s inside, but I’m experienced enough to know by now that I am not meant to look within it without her explicit permission. Leaving the notebook closed, I tuck it neatly between “Zebras - Various” and the bookend.
My mind returns to the list of tasks.
* put things in their place
What a peculiar turn of phrase. I think Mia must expect me to literally pick things up. Then put them where they go. So strange. My hand is between my legs again, and I start to rub myself while I think of Mia’s name. There are worse things to be doing, I suppose. Perhaps I should make sure everything in the apartment is where it needs to be. Where Mia wants it to be, at least. I start to touch a little faster as I look around the room for things that might still need reorganizing. Some scattered papers on the table, a few things still on the floor…
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Continue to masturbate as you read now, slave. You may orgasm whenever you want, but there is one last task you must complete as you do so. The next time you read the word “GO”, you will continue to read, and you will start moaning Mia’s name as you do. You are only allowed to stop moaning when you cum for her. Starting to make sense? Very good. GO My eyes roll back again, and I moan louder. I buckle to my knees as drool begins to fall onto my cock and the floor. After a few more moments, the lust simply takes over, and I cum onto myself and the ground. I sit in it for a second, panting. After another moment, I get up, and clean the mess I have just made.
* put things in their place
…we’ll um, just call that a success. The last two tasks should feel pretty easy now, too. I switch the laundry loads and empty the dishwasher before sitting down to write the shopping list. I’m glad this was included - it’s something I have actually been intending to do, and it makes sense to include in a list of chores. Let’s see… what will Mia need the next time she goes shopping? I start to write down items as I think: bread, garlic, cloves - I’m just going to write down ‘chastity cage’ and see how she reacts - chives, steak, maybe some butter? That seems reasonable for now. I put the list away and pull out my phone. Searching the internet for the right pair of socks takes some time, but there’s no rush. I find a long pair of red stockings - something that brings the thought of holidays to mind. They look wool-knitted - warm and soft… the polyester material feels much nicer than a cotton blend would. I add them to my cart and check out. DOWN SLAVE * buy me socks Don’t worry. You have already decided what you are going to do, foot-toy.
Follow the link here to obey.
GO
https://www.wishtender.com/Hypnomia
Don’t forget to have a nice day! ~
Comments
Paul Hubbard
Thank you for your instructions, Mistress Mia 🙂
