Asterism Ad Astra

Drinking the tea

Watching the tea being stirred

Watching the steam coming off the tea in spirals

You invite me over to have a cup of tea with you. Knowing full well you've put that special hypnotic drug in the tea, you hand me my cup. I smile and say thank you, politely at you. Still none the wiser and blow on it gently. It smells sweeter than usual. Probably some sort of fancy tea I've never tried before. I take a sip. You look up from your regular cup of tea smiling at me. Trying to act natural, you don't want me to know what you've done yet. But you know, it's only a matter of time now before I find out.

My eyes flutter a little. Why is my head so dizzy all of a sudden. I guess I'm just hungry, maybe dehydrated. My eyes start growing heavier. My head continues to spin circles as I place the cup down on the table, hand shaking slightly. You ask me what's wrong and I say, "oh nothing, I think I'm just a little umm, well, tired. I guess I must not have slept well." At this stage the room is spinning. My eyes are barely staying open as my head starts to grow heavy. My body limp. I can barely stay conscious. Through the fuzzy haze glazing over my eyes I thought I saw you smirk as you take my hand in yours. Patting it gently, so reassuring.

Hypnosis: Would you find me attractive even if I needed a lot of help and direction?

Somnophilia: Would you find me attractive even if I couldn't reciprocate?

Dollification: Would you find me attractive even if I needed someone else to help maintain me?

Kittyplaying: Would you find me attractive even if I wasn't perfectly obedient all the time and expressed negative emotion through sass and brattiness?

As they ‘Shh’ed you, your mind began to grow hazy, and foggy. They pressed a finger to your lips. “Shh, and drop, and drift.” Your eyes rolled up, and then closed, slipping into trance. “Let my voice encircle you. Flooding your mind. Flooding your body.”

You felt it, as they said it. Their words entering you. “You don’t need to think. You just need to listen, you just need to drop. That’s it… And with every word I say, feel yourself becoming more turned on. More aroused. More desperate.” As they carried on speaking, you let out a gasp.

The arousal was sudden, but undeniable. A want for more. To touch, to be touched. “The flame of your lust being stoked more, and more intensely. Awh, are you a desperate needy toy? You are, aren’t you?” They nodded your head for you, with a single finger beneath your chin.

The agreement just turned you on more. “And now… feel that arousal converging, between your legs. Feel my voice, dancing down there, each word a movement of bliss. Like your pleasure is being drawn out of you. It feels so good, doesn’t it, toy?” Your lips parted. A desperate cry.

“Yes, that’s it, moan for me.” They said, laughing again. “You sound so good like that. Get lost in the sensation of ever-increasing pleasure. You don’t need physical stimulation, when my voice can make you feel like this… Sink deeper.” Your mind was rolling with the sensations.

Every word they said felt like a pulse of pleasure, washing from your extremities to your core. “More turned on. Closer to the edge. Oh, that’s it. You want to cum, don’t you? Maybe I’ll let you. Maybe. It’s up to me. My voice has all the power here, doesn’t it?”

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Not for lack of foresight, but precisely because of it.

Like a fool trying to break a prophecy, I caught a glimpse of my fate and saw fit to escape through semantics.

It worked as well as it ever does.

My denial serving only as an excuse to justity each step closer to the destination I swore to be running from.

You were inevitable.

We were inevitable.

Part of me knew that, it’s exactly what I was afraid of.

I remember my logic at the time. I know it was in character for me.

Realistically it still should be, but I find myself remembering it the way you might think of your reasoning in some distant childhood choices.

There's a disconnect there.

It’s still your memory, but you've changed so fundamentally it feels more like trying to understand someone else.

Were it not for directly experiencing it, I could scarcely even imagine trying to keep You at arms length now.

It’s laughable really, to think I ever managed to avoid calling this love.

Now it takes restraint to see it as anything short of utter devotion. Addiction. Obsession.

Such desperate dependence should be my worst nightmare realized,