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Hi there. I’m Cadence, or Cady for short, and today I’m going to be telling a mesmerizing story set in the Human Domestication Guide universe, where you play the role of a floret whose mistress is teasing them with the thrilling threat of being turned into a brainless lap pet with no thoughts or identity of their own. This is a rough adaptation of “A Taste of Class Omega” by Sheepwave.
Themes and possible trigger warnings will include dubious consent, mindbreaking, non-consensual drugging, hypodermic needles, intoxication, domestication, pet play, elements of horror, and ego death. This is a hypnotic audio file, so if you follow along, you may feel yourself drawn into elements of the story, as if you’re reading a book you’re deeply immersed in. It will install an optional trigger in your mind to make you feel wonderful and submissive towards your mistress. This is perfectly normal and safe… as long as you aren’t given any permanently mind-altering substances. Gender-neutral listener; femme narrator; femme Affini (referred to as “mistress”).
<two voices: Affini, Narrator>
<soft, gentle music, sub singing>
<Affini (waits for a break in the singing): Hello my beloved songbird. I hope your practice is going well. I’ve got a surprise for you today.>
You pause your singing to look up into the shimmering, hypnotic eyes of your beloved mistress. You can’t help but become aware of the potent, hypnotic effect of the biorhythms of the Affini. The sway of her body, the shimmer of her eyes, the tenor of her voice… You feel your focus immediately drawn to it. It’s more intense than usual. More intentional. She wants you to pay attention to her, and every shift in her vines and sparkle of her eyes is directing your focus to her words. It’s important . As you feel your focus drawn to her, you notice how easily your mistress exerts control. How easily and quickly your thoughts start to fade away.
<Affini: But first… Let’s get you nice and comfortable.>
It can be hard to focus your thoughts on anything but your mistress at the best of times. But today, the sheer mental pressure coming off of her feels irresistibly potent. You can’t help but notice how quickly your eyelids start to droop, and how quickly it becomes hard to focus on anything but the words you’re listening to. It’s easy to remind yourself of how blissful it feels to let yourself slip under her control. You want to let it happen. You want to let her biorhythms drag you into trance. And it’s so easy, because all you have to do is listen, something that comes so naturally to you.
<Affini: Oh, my beloved little songbird. Paying rapt attention to my words, just so easy to let them fill your mind, until all you can see is what I want you to. That’s it. My beloved little floret, don’t my words echo beautifully in your mind?>
It’s filling your mind, and pushing everything else out. You notice how calm you’re becoming, how pleasant it feels to sink deeper into the control of your mistress. Such a familiar, delightful feeling. You know how she revels in the degree of control she has over you, even without the potent hypnotic drugs that always feel so good in your system. As she unsheathes a thin hypodermic from a beautiful pink flower, you feel your body start to shudder in anticipation of how deep you’re going to go.
<Affini: Good pet. Time to go deeper.>
You feel a slight pinch of discomfort as a hypodermic pierces your skin, and then it only takes a second before you notice your mind starting to fill with pleasure.
<drop SFX>
Everything feels so soft and warm. You notice the way your subconscious mind waves goodbye to your conscious mind as the drugs take hold.
<Affini: cuddle up to me, darling. I want to embrace my pet.>
Her body feels so soft and warm against you. Vine-like tendrils wrap around you like a heavy, weighted blanket, holding you in place as you drift down deeper into this hypnotic, drugged haze. It feels so blissful to drop deeper.
<Affini: You’ve been such a good pet today, doing all that creating and thinking and being conscious. Now it’s Mistress’s turn for a reward. Mistress wants to make you feel good .>
Mistress wants to make you feel good. Those words echo through your hazy, drugged brain, and you can’t help but notice how automatically feelings of warmth wash over you, spreading from your brain down your spine straight to your core, making you squirm and moan. Blissful, happy pleasure, so easily programmed into a cute little floret like you, seeps into every inch of your skin that touches your mistress. Your legs, your arms, your chest… It all feels so perfect .
<Affini: Such a good floret. Just one more can’t hurt, right?>
Just One more can’t hurt. You become aware of how eagerly you’re nodding your head. Such a happy, familiar phrase in your mind. You love it when your mistress drugs you. Even the hypodermic in your shoulder doesn’t hurt - just a sudden pressure, and white-hot pleasure floods from there out, upwards to your brain, stifling any thoughts that may have been left.
<Affini: Very good floret. It feels so good when Mistress calls you a good floret, doesn’t it?>
The trigger is in your brain. The trigger was always in your brain, waiting for your mistress to call to it. And as always, when your mistress calls you a good floret, you realize just how good it feels, how right it feels, to be an obedient pet for her. It fills you with pleasure. It fills you with purpose.
<Affini: Good floret. Very good floret. Today, Mistress feels like doing something special. This vine - the one you never touch - has a very special black-and-gold flower on the end of it. You remember, don’t you? The omega-27 flower. The most powerful bliss available for Terrans.>
You become aware of a little shiver of fear, making its way through your empty, happy, horny mind. Omega… You know you trust your mistress, but…
[Guide: Class-Omega drugs: Identity & thought obliterating medication. Effects are permanent and will reduce a Terran floret to a mindless, blissed-out toy.]
<Affini: You ’d go away. Forever. The only part of you left would be the part made to please me, and the parts that make you feel good. You know the type of floret. Empty, nothing but pleasure in their little minds. Irises tinted orange. Nothing but a lap pet for the rest of forever.>
The shiver of fear rises within you again, this time matched with a pang of arousal. It’s so blissful to be in this state. Just one more couldn’t hurt.
<Affini, echoey/far away: Just one more couldn’t hurt.>
<Affini: Good floret. Don’t be afraid. You can trust your mistress. You don’t have to worry.>
You don’t have to worry… But you can’t help but notice how your eyes are helplessly fixed on that dangerous black-and-gold-striped flower, a hypodermic needle at its core, just waiting to change you. It’s running up and down your forearm, tracing against the slight hairs. Teasing you.
<Affini: Four little doses is all it takes to make you a drooling, mindless mess. Forever . But we don’t have to go that far all at once. A single drop will have you just a little high for the rest of your life. The constant, gentle buzz of rewired neurocircuitry. Hardly noticeable to others for a floret such as yourself, of course. Just one more couldn’t hurt.>
You notice another quiver of fear and arousal as the empty needle slides into your arm. You trust your Mistress, and the words fall so easily from your lips. Just one more couldn’t hurt.
<Affini, echoey/far away: Just one more couldn’t hurt.>
The smile on your mistress’s face warms your heart like a blazing sun. You can feel the slightest increase in pressure, and…
<drop SFX>
One drop of liquid heaven slides into you. Every thought slows, then stops. You blink, helplessly, as a deep blush of pleasure spreads across your mind, burning in your face, burning through your veins, burning in your loins. It’s so much. It’s so overpowering . The world around you feels hazy. Your body feels so good. Your mind feels so wonderfully preoccupied with how good the sensations around you feel. How delightfully warm and springy the vines against you are. How they’re gently massaging you, touching you, touching you…
<Affini, echoey/far away: Just one more couldn’t hurt.>
<Affini: Just one drop is so much, isn’t it. You’d make such a cute lap pet, but you and I both know that probably wouldn’t be the best life you could ever have. One is surely enough for you. Good floret.>
She’s touching you. You feel that helplessly horny feeling overcome you, that one that overcomes you whenever mistress decides to give you pleasure.
<Affini: Good floret.>
Her vines are rubbing you, touching you, in all the ways you love to be touched… so easy for her to fill you with mindless, horny bliss.
<Affini: Good floret. Just one more drop… would hurt you, darling. You would enjoy it, of course. But you would lose the ability to remember anything more than a month prior. Your coordination would be permanently altered. I wouldn't want that for you, all the songs you wouldn't be able to play anymore. I value you far too much.>
*Beat*
<Affini: But perhaps you could still play a simple instrument like a drum, and sing.>
Your mind is swimming through waves of pleasure. Any fear of what your mistress might do to you is gone, replaced by spiraling arousal.
<Affini: I would only give it to you if you asked for it.>
She pauses, waiting for an answer. You know you’re under no obligation. There was no trigger, no hidden hook in those words. It’s entirely your decision. You can feel the deliberation going on within your subconscious; the temptation of another drop of that pure, unadulterated bliss versus the… consequences . But the honest truth is, if you were the type of person who wouldn’t beg for an ever-deeper bliss, you wouldn’t be here, listening to these words, becoming ever deeper ensnared. You trust your mistress. You notice how your head is so eager to just nod up and down, how the word “please” forms itself on your lips. You’re too far gone, too blissed-out, to even consider not begging for it.
<Affini: Good floret.>
<drop SFX>
Swimming through waves of pleasure? No. You’re drowning in pleasure. Everything is fading away except wave after wave after wave of pure bliss. You notice how your toes are curling. It makes you want to moan , makes it so hard to focus on anything but how good it feels.
<Affini: I hope you understand how much control this takes, pet. Giving you this drug makes me feel good, on a deep, instinctual level. Every second, I’m tempted by the urge to just… release . To let loose. To flood your system with so much of this chemical, to just give in to that feeling… But you trust me. You trust me to be careful with your silly little brain. I appreciate that. You’re such a good floret . >
You love your mistress. You trust your mistress. If there was ever a time you didn’t, it drowned along with many of your mental faculties in the deluge of powerful chemicals entering your brain. And spine. And loins. And oh… oh stars… This is permanent. You’re going to be like this forever. Your mistress is touching you, between your legs, in all your favorite ways, and you’re gonna be a pet forever .
<Affini, echoey/far away: Just one more couldn’t hurt.>
This is permanent, and… the needle is still in your vein. You’re already halfway there…
<Affini: The third drop would be devastating, irreversible damage to your ability to be anything but a lap pet, and everyone would know it. Your eyes would turn orange and yellow, and you would be unable to remember more than a few days ago. Perhaps you could come back from it. You could wear sunglasses and contacts and hide what I did to you, at least some of the time.>
Again, somewhere, deep beneath the waves of pleasure that have long since flooded your mind, you feel that fight - a fight between the desire for more of this incredible bliss, and the desire to avoid the consequences. You feel so weak and dumb . If it was a losing battle before, now it’s a rout. You can feel your head nodding, your hands weakly grasping. You were always going to beg for this.
<Affini: I wouldn't want to, I would take no joy in it, breaking my little songbird’s mind.>
Even in your blissed-out state, you can tell what a blatant lie that is. You can hear the unconcealed hunger behind your mistress’s voice. She’s loving this. She’s loving every second of this, just like you are, and suddenly all your thoughts can’t help but come back to your mistress, and how toe-curlingly good it feels to obey her, and how badly you want to please her. You want to feel like a good floret. The word “please” is already on your lips, your fading vision focusing on the blurry flower poking into your arm.
<drop SFX>
<lose almost all background drones>
Coherent thought leaves you. The fire in your veins is melting you down, reforming you. If this keeps up, there will be no more you . There will simply be an empty, melted, happy, needy pet. No more singing pretty melodies. No more thinking. Just an empty, blank, helpless, needy, bliss-filled pet. But… your mistress wouldn’t do that to you, right? She loves you. She would never…
…The flower is still in your arm. The hungry look on her face has become ever clearer as your world shrinks to only her. You notice how impossible it has become to think about anything but your mistress and the power she holds over you right now. Even through the drugs, there’s still a tiny, instinctive pang of fear. But it feels so right , the pinch of salt enhancing a sweet dish, heightening your pleasure even more. You gaze up at your Mistress in awe, barely able to move a muscle. Her self-control is the only thing standing between you and oblivion.
And something deep inside you tells you that that self-control is fading.
<Affini: If I were to give you the final dose of class-Ω, you would be… gone. Not really you anymore. Unable to remember anything more than a few seconds ago. Blissfully, uncomplicatedly happy. The perfect, docile little floret, wrapped tight against my core forever.>
It feels so good. It feels so blissful. Everything your mistress says is honey in your ears. You can barely make out the words, but your subconscious understands exactly what your mistress wants. Your conscious mind is just gone . Melted. Even so, you can’t miss how aroused your mistress is, and how much pleasure is flooding through every inch of your body.
<Affini: I would miss you terribly. Nobody to sing your songs anymore. I would mourn you, even as I cherished the parts of you that remained here for me to play with forever. You wouldn’t want [loses composure slightly, as if very close to the edge]...that. Even if I do, even if I would love and care for you in any form you take.>
The flower is still in your arm. Your brain is melting and the flower is still in your arm. You’re going to be a pet forever. The flower is…
<Affini, labored breathing: But it isn't up to you to make this choice. You are far too deep now. It’s up to me. And it always was, since the moment you asked me to be mine. And I know what I want.>
The flower is still in your arm. You’re going to be a pet forever. What little vision you have left is slowly fading into a golden haze. The pleasure is so overwhelming. You’re going to break. You feel like you could cum just from that feeling.
<Affini, moaning: I'll take such good care of the body you leave behind, my love. (Orgasmic wail)>
<Deep, heavy drop SFX>
Something deep inside of you quietly winks out of existence as your mistress injects a fourth drop, and then a fifth, and then a sixth dose, and then numbers fail to hold any meaning. Time stops holding any meaning. You stop holding any meaning. <Good floret.> There is no you . <Good floret.> There is only mistress, and the warmth, and the deep, blissful pleasure that’s all an empty little floret like you can feel. The words of your mistress still register to some barely-functional part of your mind.
<Affini: I know, sweetie. I know. You were so brave, and you're safe. Good floret. Good floret.>
Pleasure pulses through your broken mind. It’s all your drug-addled brain is capable of - pleasure, and bliss, and mistress. Your bleary, yellow-tinged eyes blink, slowly, wearily, to stare up at her. The bright gold glow of pride in your mistress’s eyes tells your drug-filled brain everything it needs to know - you are safe, your mistress has you, your mistress is so happy and proud of you. You cuddle in tighter, holding onto what little you still know. Here. Mistress. Mistress feels good. Everything else is a blur, it doesn’t matter. Mistress feels so blissful.
<Affini: Good floret. Come closer.>
You don’t know that your mistress lied to you. <Good floret.> You don’t know (and frankly, wouldn’t be able to care) that Omega-27 is only truly permanent if taken with certain binding agents. <Good floret.> You couldn’t know that within a few weeks - a timespan your broken little mind struggles to even comprehend - you would be back to your old self. <Good floret.> But even now, you feel your mistress’s biorhythms working at you, making you feel more submissive, more needy, <Good floret.> as she opens up to you, vines pulling you against her core. You hear her cooing in pleasure - you’ve done so well for her. You can simply bask in the knowledge that you made your mistress happy. That you’re a good floret.
<Good floret.>
<Book closing SFX>
…and as we come to the end of our story, I would like to take a moment of your focus to remind you that, as immersive as the story may be, you are not that little Floret. You are a full person, and your mind will be able to think fully for itself once we’re done here. You may have noticed that there’s a fun new toy in your brain, a trigger. Whenever your mistress, or someone else you trust to control you calls you a good floret, you realize just how good it feels, how right it feels, to be an obedient pet for them. It fills you with pleasure. It fills you with warmth. You are welcome to keep this trigger for as long as it remains fun, and safe, useful for you - or, you are welcome to just let it go. Either way, I’m glad you came to my storytime, and I hope you enjoyed yourself.
I’m going to count slowly up from 1 to 5, and when I reach five, you’ll find yourself fully awake, aware in the knowledge that this story, however fun, is not your reality.
- Thoughts slowly returning to your silly head.
- Wiggling your fingers, wiggling your toes, feeling motion return to you
- Eyes fluttering open, letting the gold tint fade from your vision, leaving behind nothing but an occasional sparkle in your peripheral vision
- Feeling grounded and safe, taking a nice, deep breath… And
- All the way up, coming back to yourself, feeling warm, calm, and safe.
Any feelings you experience from here on out are yours, not anyone else’s. I hope you feel relaxed and safe. When you’re done listening to this, you should get up and get some water. If I made it right, this experience may have been fairly intense. I recommend doing something emotionally comforting - I like wrapping myself in a blanket and watching cartoons, or going for a walk, if the weather allows.
Thank you for listening. Much love to the Human Domestication Guide community, and to Sheepwave specifically, who gave me permission to adapt her story, “A Taste of Class Omega”, for this script. Thanks Sheepwave, your stuff rules.