Idk if you like writing nonsexual stuff but maybe a domme making her sub get some sleep for once? Maybe with some kind of kinesthetic induction that's my shit 😳
Thank you for the Request! I do like writing nonsexual stuffs. Especially if it lets me show off GentleFemDom, which the story I wrote did.
I did do a kinesthetic induction, but it may not be what you expected. I hope you still enjoy the story though.
The Comfort of a Nightgown
The phone rang startling Cassie who, curled up on her couch with her knitting needles and favorite audiobook, glowered at where it sat charging on the dining room table. It stopped ringing and then began again. Who could want her less than thirty minutes before midnight?
She sighed, put down her yarn, threw off her blanket, and trudged across the faded green carpet to the dining room.
By the time she reached the phone it had stopped and started again. She peered down at the display and then, eyes worried, pressed Accept, pulled it off the charger and put it to her ear.
“Hazel. I am here.” Her usual greeting. She hoped she kept the worry from her voice.
“Miss Cassie. I can’t sleep. I haven’t slept all week. Can you come over?” Hazel apparently had no such qualms, faer stress came through loud and clear.
“She’s still in Maine. She won’t be home until Sunday. I’m so exhausted and the bed is so big. Please?” The sniffle told her Hazel was close to faer breaking point.
“Hold on. Let me throw on some pants and shoes. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”
“Yes, please, Miss Cassie.” Was faer voice calmer? Cassie wasn’t sure. She hurried, throwing on yesterday’s pants from the hamper and shoving her feet into her flip-flops.
“I’m heading out the door now.” She grabbed her keys off the stand in the hallway and locked the door behind her.
“Thank you, Miss Cassie.” Yes, fae was starting to calm.
The walk took less than five minutes and Cassie kept Hazel talking, asking about faer day and Cassie’s newest knitting project. When she turned into the condo complex, she could see Hazel standing on the porch a few condos down.
“Do you see me?” She waved.
It took a moment, then, as the figure on the porch waved back, Hazel replied “I see you. We can hang up now.”
When Cassie reached the top of the sixth step, onto the porch, Hazel threw faer arms around her, hiding faer face in her shoulder. “Thank you, Miss Cassie. I miss her so much. I can’t sleep.”
Cassie held faer for a moment and then whispered soothingly. “Let’s not give the neighbors a show. Let’s go inside.”
“It’s almost midnight.” Hazel said but pulled away obediently and held the door open for Cassie, closing it behind faerself.
Cassie left her flip-flops by the door and led Hazel down the yellow hallway and into the spacious bedroom with an equally spacious bed.
“Strip and put on one of Donnie’s nightgowns.”
As Hazel obeyed, tugging off faer sweatpants and t-shirt, Cassie elaborated.
“You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Trust me. Wearing her nightgown will help you sleep.”
While fae carefully poked through faer wife’s nightgowns, Cassie went out to the little dining area, selected a chair, and carried it back into the bedroom. She placed it next to Hazel’s side of the bed where Hazel waited awkwardly, in an oversized maroon nightgown with the word “Cisn’t” emblazoned across the front in gold.
Cassie smiled. “I doubt you could have made a better choice. Come on. Climb into bed.”
“Yes, Miss Cassie.” And fae obeyed, tugging the comforter down and sliding in between the sheets.
“Grab Donnie’s pillow and turn on your side to face me.” Cassie ordered as she settled into the chair. She continued speaking as Hazel obeyed.
“As I was saying. You sleep next to Donnie every night. You feel her nightgowns against your skin. You smell the scent of her laying next to you. Wrap your arms around her pillow. As you hug it tight, as you rest your nose against the top of it, as you feel the texture of her nightgown envelop you, you can find the comfort she brings, and she does bring you such comfort, doesn’t she?”
Hazel nodded, faer arms wrapped around the upper middle of the pillow, faer mouth and nose resting on the top edge.
“You can let yourself close your eyes. You can let yourself find the comfort that she brings in the items that surround you. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can let yourself feel her inside you. Her scent, her touch, the feel of her in your arms.”
Hazel, faer eyes closed, snuggled the pillow.
“You can let yourself feel the comfort she brings. You can let yourself feel her around you. You can feel her drifting off to sleep in your arms. You can feel her drifting, floating, sleepy self gently, softly, pull your mind down with her.”
When Hazel’s face grew slack, faer mouth falling slightly open, Cassie softened and slowed her voice even more.
“Your mind can follow her pull, the pull of her sleepy mind asking you to join her in wonderful, blissful, peaceful sleep. You can, you will join her in peaceful, blissful sleep, won’t you?”
The nod was slow, lazy, barely a nod.
“Peaceful, blissful sleep, together. Together in peaceful, blissful sleep.”
Cassie continued those two sentences, over and over, until Hazel let out a soft snore.
She whispered gently “Good night, little one”, put away the chair, and let herself out, locking the door behind her, and started the walk home.
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