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A Complimentary Correction
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 having a pleasant, relaxing playtime with their beloved Affini .
Themes and possible trigger warnings will include femdom, intoxication, domestication, brainwashing, pet play, praise kink, tentacles. The file may induce a hypnotic trigger that makes you react positively and submissively when called a “Good Floret”. Additionally, it may make it a bit harder to reject earnest compliments from those who care about you. 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. This is perfectly normal, safe, and encouraged.
Gender-neutral listener; femme narrator; femme Affini (referred to as “mistress”).
<paper SFX>
<Door hissing opening SFX>
<A: Ah, hello petal! I see you’ve been working on your star charts! I had a terribly busy day at the record office. So much paperwork; the intake of new ferals has been… taxing, but it’ll all be worth it to see their radiant smiles once they get used to their new caretakers.>
You perk up from your focus at your desk as Diona Gracilis, Fourth Bloom, peers over your shoulder. It takes but a moment before the flurry of papers on your desk are collected into a neat stack by her grasping vines. You start to turn to protest, but before you can even get up, more vines are upon you, grabbing hold of your arms and legs, effortlessly immobilizing you, before lifting you up and turning you to face her.
<A: It’s so adorable how you whine, my darling pet. You always get so blushy when I interrupt your cute little hobbies. So cute! So precious. Come here.>
It was not a request. She looms large in your vision, her eyes shimmering. You gaze up at her, and her playful smile reaches your mind before it happens. So easy to get lost in that face.
<A: I love how vulnerable you terrans are to our rhythms. We dance to our own tune, but you… you hear our music, and your thoughts sort of automatically follow. I wonder if you can follow all the many ways it reflects on you. If you can hold it all in your little mind. I explained it the other day. There’s The shine of our eyes, there’s one thing. The way our vines ripple and shimmer. The lilt and music of our voice, shifting through the air. The ebb and flow of warmth through our bodies… Oh dear. You seem to be losing concentration.>
You gently snuggle against the vines of your beloved mistress. The scent of her flowers is intoxicating. Each idea slides into your mind, and you can follow each word she says, but it’s so hard to keep them all in place at once. The way her eyes shined was so pretty…
<A: Try again, pet. The intricate fractal patterns of the wind flowing through us. The deep hum emanating from our cores. The scent of our pollen brushing against your nose, against your lungs. The rippling dance of the vines. The musical tone of our voices. Really focus, try to keep it all in your head. Do you remember what I said first?>
Your head spins. This is all deeply unfair - asking a poor little floret like you to remember things while she’s petting and playing with you? You’d pout, but the feeling of warmth and relaxation coming off your mistress is so pleasant, it’s hard to be mad.
<A: Aw, my cute pet, were you expecting this to be fair? No. Come now, be a good floret. Do as you’re told.>
Her vines gently caress your scalp, running down your cheek to your neck, leaving a path of warmth in their wake. Is the tingle chemical or merely sensory? Or part of the biorhythm you’re supposed to remember? It’s so easy for your mind to decide that it isn’t important, but your mistress wants you to concentrate. You want to be a good floret for her, and redouble your focus.
<A: I know you’re able to be so clever when I want you to be. I know you’re so capable when I want you to be. Try to keep up. There’s the tone and timber of my voice, hypnotic and soothing. There’s the warmth that rises and falls within me; you’re so sensitive to that when I have you in my vines. The rhythm with which the wind sways through my foliage. The way my vines dance in and out of your peripheral vision. You remember that one, don’t you? How easily they confuse you?>
It’s getting harder to concentrate on anything but your mistress. But she wants you to focus, and you so badly want her to be proud of you. You redouble your efforts.
<A: Come now, one more time. You can remember it. I know you can. There’s the shimmer of my eyes. The warmth coming off my body, radiating deep into you. The fractal patterns of the wind blowing through me. The way my vines tingle against your skin. The way they weave in and out of your vision. The gentle hum of my core. The scent of my pollen exciting your senses. The wandering melody of my voice. The way a cute little floret like you can’t even remember a handful of simple aspects before their silly head starts to feel so full. It’s so fun to tease you when you can barely think. You can stop trying so hard, and just let your eyes fall shut and your mind rest. You’re a good floret.>
You barely register the beautiful array of flowers approaching your face before your eyes fall shut. Your mistress’s rhythms are so beautiful, and it’s so easy to feel the overwhelming weight of her emotions within you, pushing you to do as you’re told.
<A: Deep breath, petal.>
You breathe in deep, and feel your mistress’s pollen fill your lungs, fill your perception, a tingling sensation spreading from there through your nervous system to every inch of your body. You giggle, fuzzy, as your thoughts slip, and every thought is filled with mistress, and you drop into a mindless, helpless, obedient state.
<A: Perfect. What a perfect pet! You’ve gotten so good at giving up control to me. Good floret. It’s so cute to see how quickly you fall in line when my pollen gets in your head. Feels so delightfully fuzzy and empty, doesn’t it? No more of those pesky thoughts bothering my beautiful little floret. No more worries. Just me, and my rhythms, and my vines, and the beautiful way your brain dances to them. It’s so cute!>
The rhythms washing over you carry your mistress’s excitement and happiness straight into your mind. You notice your mouth curling automatically into a warm, giggly smile. You can’t help but attune to the sensations that her emotions push into your consciousness. Joy. Pride. Eagerness. Excitement. Each washes over you like a wave. So warm, so calm, so pleasant. This feels right. It’s why the slight tinge of disappointment at the edge of your thoughts immediately causes you to gaze up into the beautiful eyes of your mistress.
<A: Which is why one of the things I heard at the records office confused me. Apparently you’ve been having trouble taking compliments! There was a floret there who called you “cute” and “adorable” and… Let me make sure I understand the dialect… “hashtag goals”? *giggles* Those are such kind things to say! Such lovely compliments for a beautiful pet.>
<A: And yet, you shied away. You insisted that you weren’t. Your exact wording was…”No, you”. And that’s just silly. You’re the best floret I could imagine. You are cute. You are adorable. Any affini would see owning you as a… “hashtagged goal”>
On some level, you know where this comes from. In the terran empire, terrans were often cruel to each other, and to you. Such validation would often only come when someone wanted something from you. As much as your mistress has taught you, <some things take time to unlearn, and as your caretaker, it is my job to help you unwind those parts of your mind that no longer serve you. To make you the happiest, most delightful version of yourself you can be.> [crossfade effect!]
You giggle, realizing that those weren’t your thoughts. You were just so in line with your mistress that you felt it in your mind before it even left her lips. It was so easy for her to get in your head. Her thoughts belonged there, because they just felt good. You notice the soft smile on her lips. Was she doing it again? Were these your thoughts or hers? You know she’s right. You’re such a good floret.
<A: You know I’m right, pet. You’re such a good floret.>
Is she reading your mind? Is that something Affini can do? Or is she simply writing thoughts into your mind for you to find there? You giggle softly. Nothing for you to worry about right now. You’re in your mistress’s powerful vines, and the way they scratch up against your scalp helps your mind feel so empty and blank.
<A: Good floret.>
Just being called a good floret by your mistress makes it so hard to think. The association has always been so easy for her to slip into your mind, and this trigger just feels so good. You remember, of course. [Crossfade effect.] <Every time your mistress calls you a good floret, it makes you feel warm, and fuzzy, and a little bit blank. It reminds you of your mistress running her hand across your scalp. Good florets listen to their mistress. And you are a very good floret.>
You giggle. She’s doing it again, and you can’t help but enjoy the way she gets into your head. It’s so pleasant. You love being a good floret.
<A: whatever may be in your past, you no longer need to carry that shame. You can just breathe in my pollen and let it go. You don’t need it here. You don’t need it now. Nobody here is out to hurt you. If someone here calls you… *ahem* “The cutest most adorable perfect little floret they’ve ever seen”... You don’t need to pretend that you’re not. You are! You’re so cute. You’re so adorable. And you will learn to accept it, because it’s good when you feel as beautiful as I know you are. You deserve to feel good. And that blush is adorable too!>
Warm, happy feelings flood through you. Your mistress is petting you, holding you tight, teaching you things that she insists will make you a happier pet, and gazing up into her eyes, you can’t help but feel that warm adoration. She loves you so much, and is teaching you so many useful things. You never knew how incomplete Terran star charts were before you met her. You never knew just how wrong the way terrans treated each other under capitalism was until she showed you something much better. Now, she’s teaching you another important lesson to fit in your beautiful mind.
<A: Of course a Good floret like you is going to get compliments. You’re the most perfect little pet an Affini could wish for. Of course it makes sense for people to point that out. After all, it’s only natural to want to spread joy to a joyful little floret like you. Good floret.>
So easy for the thoughts to seep through your mind. Correcting you. Improving you. You’re a good floret. It’s only natural for a good floret to get compliments. And it feels so nice to know that people think you’re cute!
<A: Really, whenever someone compliments you, it’s so much better for you to smile, and nod, and thank them, like a good floret. It feels good to be reminded of how wonderful you really are. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to enjoy knowing that other people find you beautiful. If you’re honest with yourself, you know which feels better. You know it feels better to smile, and say “thank you”, and accept it.>
Your head automatically starts to nod. The big warm smile on your mistress’s face feels so nice. So easy to notice it spreading to your own face. So easy to notice it worming its way into your subconscious. Mistress is right. As usual. Of course she is. You smile, as another warm, fuzzy, delightful headpat sends warmth and giggles through your hazy mind. You deserve nice things. Why did you ever think otherwise? It feels better to just accept the compliment, much in the same way it feels better to just accept that you’re a happy, beloved pet. A vine lifts the bottom of your chin to stare into her eyes, as her voice takes on a sharp edge.
<A: And, frankly, when you insult my property, when you act like my beautiful little floret is anything but adorable and sweet and beautiful and delightful to be around… You insult more than simply yourself. You insult me. And you don’t want to insult me, do you? It makes me sad when you think so poorly of yourself. I don’t make mistakes, floret, and I know for a fact I did not make a mistake when I chose you to be my beautiful, happy pet. So let me make you happy. Let me teach you. Good floret. Your mind doesn’t need to reject compliments. You can just let them remind you of how lovely you are.>
Everything feels fuzzy and cute and fun. It feels so right to have your mistress’s words in your head. Headpats and scritches and praise… how could this be wrong? How could this not be exactly what you need?
<A: Good floret. You deserve to feel good about yourself. Good floret. Now take a deep breath…>
It comes so automatically, and once again you feel her pollen suffuse your senses. The scent of lavender, and something slightly more alien, fills your sinuses, and what little remains of your conscious mind slowly starts to fall away as your mistress holds you tight to her, and you can let yourself fade into that comfortable oblivion.
<A: Good floret. Very, very good floret. Beautiful, delightful, wonderful floret. *hums an alien melody*>
<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, in the real world, and in our world, some compliments are meant to manipulate rather than praise and uplift. But I guarantee that many of them are genuine and meant for you, and you are more than welcome to take your mistress’s confidence with you as you go.
You may have noticed that there’s a fun new toy in your brain, a trigger. Whenever you, or someone you trust to control you, calls you a good floret, you realize just how good it feels, how right it feels, to be a good floret. It fills you with pleasure. It fills you with warmth. It makes you feel just a bit more submissive and obedient. 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 pleasant, 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, remembering who and where you are.
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 much love to Schnozzberry for letting me incorporate their excellent “Biorhythm” audio into this file.