#sub care

[a-deeper-shade]

"...Hey, are you listening?"

You hadn't been. There was so much going on today. Stress, noise, your head was full of it.

"I'm extremely stressed. I wish I were fuzzy." You say flatly.

"You need a distraction?"

You nod, and it brings a smile to my face.

"I'm great at those. Why don't you come here, and I'll make sure you're taken care of."

Being on your knees for me is nothing new. Even now, you feel a sense of focus when you kneel before me, and as I caress your cheek, even my touch helps you feel at ease. I look down at you with that smirk I have on a lot of the time, put a hand on your head, and speak.

"Stop thinking."

As soon as I say those words, something changes in you. It's as if a great machine were slowly grinding to a halt. You can feel your thoughts slowing with each passing second, slipping away, and they seem to be taking a lot of your worries with them.

"That's better, isn't it?"

You nod, it is a bit better.

"Lovely. Now let's keep them away. Repeat your mantras for me."

You close your eyes. "I belong to you," you whisper, and you can feel the pull of those words already. "I submit to your will."

You're smiling now. The haziness of submission is filling you with every word you speak for me. "It's a privilege to serve you. Service is my pleasure.

"Again. We're going to continue until you don't have any thoughts at all."

"I belong to you," you whisper reverently, and it's so very true.

[a-deeper-shade]

I'm tired. Exhausted. I hate pushing myself this hard, but I always end up doing it. It makes me so grateful for you, and your regular reminders to take it easier. The work is done now, the day is wrapping up, and I'm joining you in bed, but I can see you're not asleep yet.

"Trouble sleeping, princess? The usual?"

The little nod you make says everything. I sit up, reach over to the bedside table, and take hold of one of the 'just in case' energy drinks I keep there; the hiss it gives is a familiar sound, and I take several gulps.

"You don't have to..." you begin, but I put a finger to your lips, and the words are lost.

"Hush, my dear. I've got you."

I think about what you started to say as I'm running my fingers gently through your hair. You always try and put on a strong front. You tell me you're an adult, that you can handle whatever is going on. You say I don't have to as if I don't know, but the truth is that I want to. I want to be there for you, even if I'm tired. I want to guide you, and support you, and teach you. That's why we're here in the first place.

I feel something wet around my finger, and it brings a smile to my lips. I've been getting introspective again. It's a bad habit of mine when it's late like this.

I look down at you, at that pretty face, those dreamy eyes, and chuckle softly as you start to suck on my finger. Those instincts are taking hold nicely; I can see your mind slowing down.

"Come up here, princess."

You make a small noise of displeasure at being interrupted, but you do as you're told, snuggling up to my chest.

"That's my good girl. I'm right here."

That's all you need to hear. I can see it in the way your head rolls slightly into me, eyelids closing.

"Right... here..." is all you manage before you're slipping for me, close, safe, and wrapped in my arms.

"That's right. Right here, sweetheart. And when I'm here with you, you don't need to think so much. You know that."

I feel your slow nod against my hand as I pet the top of your head.

"I'm going to put you to sleep, and then I'm going to join you, love."

You don't answer, but you don't need to. For a while, everything is quiet, save for my words guiding you. You listen, as you always do. You rest.

Author's note: working a lot made me want to write something about getting rest. Dominance isn't just about fucking your throat and marking you, and there aren't days off, sometimes you need me when I'm tired. That's not a bad thing! I think it's all the more enjoyable when we have quiet, sweet moments like this one together.

[a-deeper-shade]

This will be a very wholesome post after my earlier one today. I suppose it is a love letter of sorts, to my great passion in hypnosis, and those I've been lucky enough to dance with. Thank you.

It's in those little moments. When I coax a giggle out of you. When I hear the curl of your lips as you reply to my teasing. When we're talking about kink and I describe something, then you tell me, "The way you say it makes it sound really good." When you don't have to ask what scent to pick for the evening because one tells you that you're mine.

Hypnosis is all about trust. Intimacy. I say it again and again, and it is an empirical truth. You can't know how safe it can feel to give yourself to another until you experience it firsthand.

It's such a blessing to be able to shape you, and to do it myself is just divine. I think about this often. You can listen to files, but it isn't quite the same. It just couldn't be, even if you brainwash yourself into thinking otherwise. The care I can give, switching focus as needed or helping you through a block, just can't be done on a pre-recorded track.

With that in mind, I've shaped many minds in my time, but you, dear, have caught my interest.

I've been cataloging you. Your passions. The way you react to me, and what that tells me about kinks you might be into, even if you've never tried them. How you've taken to your training. I almost know you better than you know yourself, and if I don't yet, it's just a matter of time. That shouldn't be frightening, though, and I'll explain that momentarily. It's all knowledge and intuition. I've got a good eye for such things.

When I go to work on your mind, everything I know about you becomes a tool. I can mold you, shape your perception in certain ways because I have the information I have. Hypnosis needs to be more than gentle guidance, sometimes. Sometimes I have to coax you. Sometimes I have to break you. I need tools to do my work, and it can take a while to do the job right.

It's all worth it in the end, though. I take so much joy from those little moments with you. The sound of a smile as you're talking with me, the peace in the way you giggle sometimes, it's all gentle. It's all becoming a little more perfect, one day at a time.

It's worth it for you, too. The peace you get in submission, the way your stresses and anxieties melt away, the feeling of improving... it is truly lovely.

I cherish these things. This bond. Your submission, both in action and in the mind you entrusted to me. I can't ever quite put into words how much they mean to me.