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Awakenings Draft

A draft of a story I've had sitting around for a while, if folks enjoy it I might keep working on the next chapter 😉

Alice blinked and slowly peered around the darkened living room.

Her body stretched slowly in the darkness, the only light coming from the dimmed television, the prompt center screen asking if she was still watching.

Something had woken her up. After a few moments of the apartment's complete silence, she grumbled and rolled back over. Her bed would have been more comfortable, but it was far away, and she was already warm and cozy.

She heard another faint noise in the dark, and her eyes opened slightly with annoyance.

Still not quite awake, she tried to shake her head a bit to clear her thoughts, but it didn’t help. The fogginess of sleep was hanging on her mind more stubbornly than normal. However, the dark apartment was quiet again… she started to drift back off.

"… and taking a nice deep breath for me... “

As her lungs automatically filled with air, she made a confused noise… what was that.. why had she…

“... feeling so nice … focused and blank… let your mind … empty…”

The thoughts stopped in her mind for a moment… she recognized her roommate’s voice… his room was next to the living room… must be coming from there... he had a nice voice. Nicer than she remembered... deep and calm...

A part of her wasn't sure what was happening, but she felt good. Oddly good, and still.

“Easy… focus on my voice…”

The house was old, and keeping sound from bleeding from room to room was always an exercise in frustration. Particularly here in the living room, as there was an old, unused door leading to his room, and it did nothing to dampen the sound.

“Thoughts... going quiet… so soothing to listen…”

His voice was nice… what was he talking about… she kept missing words…

“Another deep breath…”

Her lungs filled again… and slowly emptied… why did she keep...

“Feeling so good… your mind empties… no thoughts…. a good girl...”

Her eyes blinked.

What had she been thinking… she felt so good… but fuzzy… why was she?

“... need to focus… listen to my voice…”

Yes. Focus… she needed… listen... to him. Wait...

“Just focus… so empty… surrendering…. my voice compels you… and listen to... every word…”

She.. needed to… something felt off... what was happening… her mind tried to focus…

Her body finally motivated itself enough to move and she slowly sat up. She needed to snap out of it... to go ask Kevin... figure out what was happening... she...

“Need to listen… my voice… can’t resist…”

Needed to listen. She felt herself lay back down on the couch, this time making sure her head was closer to the unused door… she need- wanted to figure out what was happening.

The words came through clearer.

“... Slipping deeper for me… so easy to follow my commands..."

It was definitely her roommate Kevin… his voice was louder now… easier to follow.

"That's it... such a good girl for me…”

She heard a female voice moan, and her thoughts strayed to who he could be talking to... his girlfriend Kristine?

“Focus on my voice... as I speak directly to your mind..."

No... it was her, he was talking to her. Only her.

She was able to hear so well now.

"You like feeling like this, don’t you?”

Her head nodded as she smiled.

"That's it... such a good girl..."

She… good girl? She guessed she was... she was a good girl.

Mark... the guy she'd been seeing... he called her that occasionally when he was being cute.

She liked it, it felt cute.

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

Did she? She guess she wanted to be good... be a good girl... make Mark happy... she smiled... hadn't seen him for a while...

"That's it, show off for me... strip off those clothes..."

Her hands moved to her shorts... a part of her mind tried to ring an alarm... tried to get her to snap out of it... but she was still too close to sleep, and already too deep.

Kicking off her shorts and laying back, she thought about Mark… he'd been so busy lately.

"... you're so beautiful... lucky I get to see you like this... the shirt too..."

She started pulling off her top and smiled... maybe if she sent Mark a picture of her like this he'd come over... fuck her again...

"Good girls obey... good girls show off... you love showing off, don't you?"

She smiled, she did. A hand reached for her phone... Mark would love seeing her body like this.

"Such a gorgeous body, feels good to show it off for me, doesn't it?"

She didn't... For her roommate?

The words crept over her memories... Her phone fell from her fingers, as she sighed... remembering how good it felt when he'd given her appreciative looks… the thrill when she caught him eyeing her ass when she wandered around the apartment.

How it had encouraged her to wear slightly skimpy sleeping clothes... oh right... Her hands finished pulling off her top...

She loved showing off for him.

"You want to be my good girl and... only obey, isn't that right?"

She sighed... wait... obey her roommate? He was nice… but… he was…

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

She struggled... no... she was... for Mark… wasn't she with... a good girl for Mark... right? Wasn't she?

What was happening? Why couldn't she-

“You love how your body floods with pleasure and submission when I call you a good girl, isn’t that right?”

She made a confused noise, pleasure? Her body squirmed uncomfortably at the thought. That certainly seemed… something wasn’t… she finally heard the alarm bells that had been ringing in her mind.

“Such a good girl”

She moaned as a wave of pleasure rolled over her skin.

Oh fuck... that felt good.

“You want to be a good girl, don’t you?”

She groaned as another wave hit her, suddenly warm all over… what was happening...

“That's right, you're always going to be my needy little good girl.”

She was… it felt so… what... wait… this isn’t right… she wasn't...

“And while you love being my good girl, you want more, don’t you?”

Yes, she nodded again, she wanted more.

She wanted him to- Wait- Fuck... it was so hard to… she needed to-

“You’re such a good girl, focused and slipping deeper… no need to think… "

Another moan escaped her lips. She should… make him stop… she was getting so... confused...

"That's it... such a beautiful girl... no desire to resist anymore, do you?

Resit? She didn't know what she would even be resisting... or how she would if she did.

“No ability to resist my words... you can just let them... slip deeper into that blank, needy mind…”

A small noise came from deep inside her, as she felt herself slipping deeper… futility trying to hold onto thoughts ... only to feel them slip away…

“And, you remember how good it feels to go deep for me, don’t you?”

She felt good yes… but what was happening? Did she remember? Had he done this before? Was she going to- His voice was so confident... maybe he had.

Her mind started conjuring fake memories of missing time and strange behavior...

Oh god, how many times had he done this to her? Why couldn't she remember? Was she that far gone?

“And you know how quickly you slip down... needing to feel this feeling more and more... whenever I say those words… go deep… you can't fight it at all...”

She knew? Tried to fight it but… she just… it was… Was there any point? If he's done this to her before...

She felt a panic start to rise in her.

“Because you don’t need to think, do you?”

Suddenly it was gone.

Didn’t need to think? Wait... That felt so much better.

"So much better when I do the thinking... you know I'm right."

He was right.

“It feels so good to surrender and go deep for me, doesn’t it?”

She slowly nodded as she relaxed and felt her mind get fuzzier.

He was right.

“You feel so happy and aroused when you let me think for you, don’t you?”

Yes, happy, aroused… no thinking… she just… Let him think for her.

“Such a good girl, obeying so completely. You love being obedient don’t you?”

A moan, a nod, she wanted to obey.

So good… please.

“All you can do now is listen and obey... “

She squirmed on the couch.

“Good girl, you love being under my control”

Squirming, another moan… yes… she was good… would obey… his control... so good...

“You are so beautiful, slide off those panties for me”

Her fingers pulled at the waistband of her panties, desperately pulling them off her body.

"So eager to obey, slide your fingers down and rub yourself for me."

She spread her legs and started to stroke her dripping pussy, a lewd display for eyes that couldn’t see her… she felt her body writhe slowly on the couch.

"Feeling your thoughts… your will… drip out of you… wet and sticky between those thighs…”

Dripping… draining… so good… empty…

“That’s right, remember how it feels to obey, to be a slut for me...”

Her mind swam, it still wasn’t sure what to do with all this…

Her fingers kept stroking... sure it was hot, but she wasn’t… what did that mean…

“That’s right... good girl... and play with those perfect tits for me, show me how needy you are”

Her hands pawed at her... tits. Quietly moaning as her hands groped them in earnest.

Her body was on fire and her mind felt so fuzzy and soft.

She felt a kernel of panic forming... why was this happening?

"Because you love being a slut for me, isn't that right?”

Her mind, lost in the fog of pleasure, greedily latched onto the suggestion. Anything to make sense of what was happening to her.

A new idea... A new truth.

With shocking ease, it slid into place... filling the void of confusion in her mind.

The nascent panic faded, she felt her body relax. She moaned.

A slut.

She loved it. Loved being a slut.

For him.

That's why this was happening.

“That’s right, feel how wet that makes you?”

She quietly moaned and nodded in the dark room.

“Because you know it’s true, you're addicted to this feeling..."

Yes... addicted... it was true...

"Addicted to my control, and you love when I make you admit it.”

She tried to piece together any semblance of thought, and failed.

"You're so cute when you're like this... Admit what you are.”

“A slut for you,” she heard herself mutter, “Addicted... to you..."

“You’re mine to control, to use whenever I want... I can see how wet you get when I remind you..."

She could feel how wet it was making her, too.

"You love being... my horny little slut?”

Another moan escaped her lips as she nodded quickly.

“Such a good girl, feel another strong wave of pleasure for surrendering so quickly and completely.”

She felt her body respond and her stroking quickened.

Fuck... it felt good to obey… she felt herself getting close.

"Such a good girl, my good girl... so easy to surrender, so... you love being weak and needy..."

Her mind was swimming.

"And as you feel that release coming... remember that... how good it feels when you cum for me..."

She moaned... so close... please...

"And as you feel it... wash over you, you remember that every time... make you cum... you sink deeper and deeper under my control..."

What? She didn't remember... did she?

"Such an addicted little slut, aren't you?"

She just moaned, nodding as her fingers moved faster.

"Ready to cum my little... are you ready to submit?"

She tried to hold back... she told herself she probably had done so well the first time he tried this, but she was under his control... who knows how many times this had happened? How much had she already submitted?

"Yes... I submit... please?" she whispered.

"I want you... Down on your knees... and ask me nicely."

She quickly pulled the blankets from her body and tumbled to the floor, quickly kneeling on the carpet.

Her hands slid back into place, he hadn't told her to stop.

"Please?!" she begged.

"So good, you look... so cute on your knees... just... and cum for me..."

A moan escaped her lips that was only slightly dwarfed by the louder one coming from his room. Her body fell forward and she almost failed to brace herself as the waves of the strongest orgasm she'd ever had washed over her... her mind was nothing but bliss.

“Good girl… stop touching now…”

Her hands fell still between her legs

“Good girl, good girl… did so… now…”

She tried to listen, but his voice had gotten quieter.

She sat, lost in pleasure, empty, ready.

She felt juices drip down past her fingers, down her spread thighs.

“Glad to hear it… yes, we can… lots of… I’ll get you a drink...”

She waited.

There was a few moments of silence and then the sound of his door opening, and then his steps as he moved towards her through the apartment. Her gaze tracked him as he moved through the room where she was kneeling, just feet from her motionless form. Part of her wanted to cry out for his attention, but she needed to obey more.

On his way back, she smiled as he stopped suddenly. His eyes widened, as he stared at her naked, kneeling form. Eager and waiting in the moonlight.

She wanted to say something, wanted to beg, but...

"Alice?"

"Yes..."

"What are you doing?"

"Waiting..."

"For... what?"

"For your command... you said to stop touching... so I did..."

"Alice, are you... hypnotized?" he asked, kneeling down in front of her.

"I think so... I can't think... please... use me..."

His eyes widened, and a smile spread across his face.

"Use you?"

His fingers glanced her cheek and she sighed as he slid a hand against her face and pulled her chin up. His fierce eyes looked down into her lidded and vacant eyes, and noticed a small trail of drool running down her chin.

"Yes... need to... obey..."

"Well, isn't this fun?"

Kristine padded into the room. She beamed with a mixture of post climax bliss and satisfaction.

"Kevin... What are you doing out here- Oh my god!" she said as she saw Alice.

After a beat she turned and gave Kevin a withering look.

He held his hands up in innocence.

"I found her like this! I promise," he said with a chuckle

Kristine looked at him confused, "Then how?"

She looked back at her roommate, "Alice? Can you hear me?"

Alice nodded slowly.

"Is she stoned... or what?"

"Come on, you honestly don't see it?" he said with a grin.

Kristine looked at him confused, and then back at Alice with wide eyes, "Wait... she's not?"

Kevin smiled and leaned closer to Alice's face, "What are you?"

Alice sighed, "Your... Your addicted little s-slut..." she slurred and then went back to staring at her roommate's tits, confused he would even need to ask.

Kristine's eyes widened, "Oh shit... was she.... listening to you brainwash me?"

Kevin sat down in front of Alice and looked into her empty eyes.

"It would seem that way."

A look of wicked glee spread on Kristine's face, "Can we keep her?"

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