#hnf

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The moments between wakefulness and sleep are muddied. The line between your opened and closed eyes is as blurred as your vision. But slowly, carefully, you come to.

The first thing you see is a beautifully spinning light fixture on the ceiling, spinning and twinkling and immediately capturing your attention. The flashes of light are bright and colorful, but not so harsh that they hurt you--rather, they almost lull you right back down into sleep.

Your eyes flutter back partially open, enough to continue inspecting the room, but before your gaze can focus on anything else, your focus is all but drained to touches you feel at your hips. Soft, warm, gentle hands, grabbing and massaging and rubbing against you sweetly, up your stomach to your chest...and then back down to your hips, the insides of your things. Your entire body buzzes with warmth and pleasure and you feel your body start to stir, writhing and squirming as your eyes flutter and threaten to roll, torn between the fluttering of your own eyelids and the dizzying lightshow directly in front of your field of view.

Before your eyes can close, though, something new invades your gaze--a pair of eyes, as dizzyingly beautiful and warm as the lights behind them.

"Hi, pretty toy~!" they chirp, drawing a hand up your cheek and through your hair. Any attempt at speech turns into incoherent babble, torn between muddled thoughts and whining, moaning. They only laughed softly, watching as your eyes no longer fight to stay open, blissfully staring, feeling your jaw go slack as their hand creeps back down through your hair, both hands moving to hold your face.

"Oh, you're being veeery good for me, aren't you, angel? My precious, helpless little toy...that's what you are, aren't you? Hm? Aren't you~?" they coo with the same condescending sweetness with which an owner talks to their puppy. You can only muster up a giggle, a dizzy smile. A rush of happiness floods through you. You're cared for. You're safe. You feel good. This nice person is making you feel good. You love them. They know what's good for you if they're making you feel this silly and happy...

Their hand drifts down again to keep rubbing your thoughts away, and their eyes disappear only for long enough for you to blink between a beautiful, sparkling pendant is in their place, dangling just in front of your eyes. Your jaw drops completely, eyes glazed and consumed with the pretty pendant as it swings back and forth...and back, and forth...

"and back...and forth...just watch the pretty sparkles, toy. Good job...back and forth, now...isn't that so nice?"

You nod with a soft whine, smiling as you watch the pretty pendant. The crystal, the lights shining through it, their eyes, their touch, the soft, plush bed beneath your body...it's all so pretty and nice. The air is with a soft pink mist, one you breathe in as they ask, rewarding you with more time staring into their perfect eyes, more touches along your thighs, more time rubbing your temples and cooing into your ear how best to be a good toy for them, more time chanting.

"Back and forth...back and forth...good toy, good, gooood toy...~" you giggle and smile, eyes starting to flutter again as they praise and coddle and control you. It all just feels so good--it feels so good to be good.

"Now, toy, even when those pretty eyes closed, you can still see all these nice lights, helping you not to think. You can still see the pendant in your fluffy, dizzy mind, swinging baaack and fooorth, baaaack and foooorth. You can still stare into my eyes when they flutter and roll back into that sweet, silly head. You can still hear my voice, programming you into submission deeper, and deeper. And deeper."