1. Post with your character.
2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies.
3. Any orders.
4. Any orders.
Meme Strategy:
There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like.
Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out.
Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here.
Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?
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You don't have to pay attention, your body will move without you once you start. We can even continue with my apology for this if you want.
I might point out that you could show how sorry you are by letting me go and never altering my mind again.
*He moans and enthusiastically bucks up against the other man.* You're plump.
...Plump? I'm not - am I? [He frowns and looks down, running a hand across his gut. He hardly seems to even notice that his hips are still steadily pumping away, sliding his ignored erection in and out of the Master.]
Your shaft. It's nice and thick. Ooh . . .
I hadn't - I mean, this is the first time for me in this body. [He's had a lot of first times in this body in rapid succession today.]
Would it change your mind if I reminded you that I'm technically less than a year old? You can't get much deeper into cradle-robbing than this.
The sane part of my mind just isn't in control today. Sorry. Ahhh, you feel good in there. Ooh!
Is this going to wear off, or am I going to go around thinking this is all alright?
I'm sorry. In a way I'm just as trapped as you are, trapped by the drumming in my mind.
[He looks thoughtful - not at all like someone balls-deep in another man and still going strong (as strong as he can, anyway, when his body just wants to collapse and sleep). He knows he should protest and demand to have his full mind back, but he still can't bring himself to ask for that.]
Are you close yet?
I can't bring you a person!
[The obedience hypnosis tells him that yes, he can and he will. He thinks fast, grasping at a loophole. The Master only told him to stop if he wanted to, and he'd rather continue than go fetch some poor human for the Master to snack on. So he starts back up, a bit of a desperate air to the way he moves his hips now.]
Sorry, I wasn't thinking. Ooh, that feels good . . .
Just call a pizza place or something when you're done, then, will you? I'll do my best not to eat the deliveryman, promise.
[He breathes a sigh of relief and slips out, not bothering to do anything about his erection. He doesn't want it, and it'll go away soon enough without any stimulation to keep it up. He detours to the bathroom to clean himself up a little, tossing a flannel to the Master so he can do the same before going to the phone and calling up the nearest pizza place. He's dead tired by now, so he ends up ordering several pizzas more than he probably needs to, all with odd topping combinations.
Coming back, he climbs back into bed and curls up beside the Master. He should leave, but all he really wants right now is to sleep and to give his poor rump a rest, and this bed is right here waiting for him.]
You promise you can wait a day before the next time?