It was the low groan that escaped from his lips that let Maggie know Milo was waking up. She'd been down here, laying flat under the covers and leisurely sucking his dick, for the better part of five minutes now. They'd done this before, plenty of times; it was one of her favorite ways to wake him up, if she was honest, and it almost always led to a satisfying start to her day right afterwards. But he was being an incredibly, stubbornly heavy sleeper this morning, so she was glad to see him finally stir.

As his head tilted forward, she let her own head peek out from under the covers, popping him out of her mouth and flashing him a cutesy smile.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said. "I thought you were about to sleep through my little show, here."

He chuckled, returning her smile.

"I was awake for a while, actually. Just wasn't ready to move, yet."

She scoffed, playfully feigning anger, and gave his thigh a gentle slap.

"Jerk! You were gonna let me suck your dick in silence?" 

He laughed again, rubbing a hand through her hair. "No, no," he said. "I just wanted to see how long I could hold out."

She pouted again, before leaning down and licking a circle along the tip of his dick.

"You're lucky I like doing this, you big jerk," she said, her voice soft and playful.

He was about to respond, but the words died in his mouth with a choke, as she leaned down and engulfed his cock from tip to base, her tongue stretching out to lap at his balls as she did so. She bobbed her head back and forth, circling his tip as she pulled up before diving back down to swallow him whole, her tongue always sparing a lick to his balls when she did. It wasn't long before he was close, very close. And it was then that an idea entered into his head. A diabolical idea, one he knew she'd love every bit as much as he would. 

He pulled himself out of her mouth, climbing to his feet on the mattress. He grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her face over towards his dick. Maggie knew exactly what was coming, and braced herself, mouth open wide and eyes shut tight. With a final groan, Milo came hard, spraying her face with his cum. It splashed generously over her cheek and chin, a few ropes landing squarely on her tongue. The last one stretched from her forehead to her cheek, dangling lewdly over her eyelid.

He collapsed back onto the bed with a satisfied groan. Maggie swallowed down what was in her mouth with a moan, before flopping back down onto her stomach, chin resting in her palms.

"So, think you're ready to start your morning?" Maggie asked, her voice playful, a bright smile under the mask of cum on her face. She looked adorable and slutty at once, and Milo loved it. As much as he loved what he had planned. He didn't usually play with her triggers this early, but he couldn't pass up the golden opportunity in front of him.

"Master commands."

There was a brief moment where her mind processed what he said, but once she did, the change was instant. Her hands dropped flat onto the mattress, her eyes glazing over as her lids dropped half-closed. Her head lolled forward slightly as the tension left her body, her head held up loosely as she gazed at him with empty eyes.

"...and I obey," came her response, her tone flat yet dreamy, as if they were spoken in a dream. He'd seen that look on her face a thousand times, and he always loved it. The way her eyes glazed over, the way the tension melted away from her as her mind emptied out into that blissful, obedient fog they'd spent years crafting together. He was never sure exactly which part he loved more, how peaceful and relaxed she looked, or how suggestible and obedient she became. Probably both, if he was honest.

He'd seen that look before, sure, but never like this, with a fresh load of his cum still dripping down her face. The blank look of her eyes somehow stood out even more as he saw her lack of reaction to the rope of cum still dangling down one eyelid, her eyes gazing through it as if it wasn't even there.

Yeah, this was definitely doing something for him.

"Maggie, can you hear me?"

Her response was slow, lazy, as if the words themselves were moving through syrup.

"Yes, sir. I hear and obey."

He grinned, ready to put his plan into action.

"Good. Maggie, when you awaken, you will completely forget having given me a blowjob. You will think you just woke up, and you'll go about your morning as normal. But as you do, you'll find that you simply don't notice my cum on your face. You won't feel it, you won't smell it, you won't see it. If it gets in your mouth, you won't taste it. Until I point it out, it will be as if it's not even there."

He waited for a moment, as her mind absorbed his instructions. After a moment, she answered with a simple, dreamy "I understand and obey."

"Good," he said, still grinning. "Once I point it out, you will suddenly become aware of what's on your face. You will remember going down on me, and all your memories of this suggestion will return."

She replied again, the same as last time. This was going to be so much fun, he thought to himself. He couldn't wait for her reaction at the end. She always seemed to love these kinds of suggestions, making her go about her day oblivious to the commands she was acting out. But they'd never done one this dirty before.

He counted her back up, watching as her eyelids fluttered and her mind came back to her. The strand of cum over her eye jiggled slightly with each blink, and he knew from her total lack of response that the trigger had taken root fully.

She yawned deeply, stretching her arms high above her head, before smiling sweetly at him.

"Good morning, hun! Sleep well?"

He was still grinning as she swung her legs off the bed and stood up. He watched her as she went to the sink, running her toothbrush under the water, and giving absolutely no reaction to the mess coating her face. He had to suppress a laugh as he replied.

"Yeah, slept great. Had a great start to the morning, too."

She turned to him as she squeezed the toothpaste, giving him a curious look.

"Yeah? Something happen while I was asleep?"

He stood from the bed, walking over to her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his lips to the back of her head. Her hair fell forward, a few strands falling into the cum pooled on her face. She brushed her hair away, giggling as he kissed her, paying no attention to the sticky mess now in her hair.

"Just thought you looked extra cute this morning," he said. It was true, he did think she looked extra cute like this, already hypnotized and totally oblivious to the mess they'd just made. She wrapped an arm around his, pressing into his grip in a hug of her own.

"Stop, I literally just crawled out of bed", she said as she started brushing her teeth, and he had to fight the urge to say something smart in reply. Her words, the way she spoke as if she hasn't just blown him and wasn't wearing his load, was such a hot contrast that he was already thinking about a second round. He filed that thought away, for when he'd snapped her out of it, as they went out their morning routine. More than a few times, she caught him staring, and every time she blushes a bit, as hypnotically clueless as she was to the true reason why. She just thought he was admiring her, which to be fair, was a thought he was actively encouraging. He did think she was beautiful, after all.

The rest of the morning went similarly, Milo having to struggle to keep himself from jumping his girlfriend's bones as she had more moments of lewd, hypnotized cluelessness. The moment he finally broke down was during breakfast, as a large drop of cum finally broke free from her chin, and landed with a splatter on her toast, which she promptly bit down into without notice. She did, however, notice him fidget visibly in his seat, and cocked her head curiously.

"You okay, there, hun?"

He tried to hide his reaction, covering his mouth his his hand, before giving up with a sigh. He gave her a naughty grin, his voice dropping to a low, conspiratorial tone.

"I may have triggered you a little early today."

She raised an eyebrow, a grin of her own spreading across her face?

"Oh, yeah? And what exactly did you do, huh?"

God, the way the suggestion was still holding, the way she remained oblivious to the half-dried load on her face, even as she now openly questioned the suggestion, was enough to break him. He pointed to her face, his voice clearly betraying his enjoyment.

"You've got some cum on your face, babe."

She smirked for a fraction of a second, as once again, he could see the moment when the suggestion took effect. Her eyes immediately widened, a huge blush overtaking her face as she immediately brought a hand to her cheek, feeling the seed that rested there.

"Oh my god, you are so fucking gross!" She yelled with mock irritation, her arms crossing shyly across her chest as she poured in her seat, her face red as a tomato.

"Oh, come on, it was, like, the perfect opportunity!" He said, laughing. "Besides, can you blame me? That was hot as fuck."

She called up her napkin, tossing it at him halfheartedly.

"Gross. You are gross."

"Yeah," he said, still smirking at her. "But so are you. It wouldn't have worked if you weren't into it."

Her face somehow grew another shade redder, as she buried her face in her hands, before immediately pulling them away as she remembered again the cum still covering it. She shook her hands, wiping them on her shirt, as she muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever makes you feel less gross," she muttered, doing her absolute best to maintain her facade. "I'm gonna get you back for that, you know."

Milo sat back in his seat, watching as Maggie pulled her shirt off, using it to wipe the cum off her face.

"Oh, yeah? Are you, now?" He said, the excitement building again. Triggers like this usually got her really going, so he was prepared for a very busy-

"Good boys drop."

All he really had time to notice was the commanding tone of her voice. By the time his mind registered the actual words, it was already nice and foggy and empty, as he sat straight in his chair, his shoulders slumped and his eyes glassy.

"And good boys obey," was his distant, sleepy response.

Maggie grinned to herself as she finished wiping her face, tossing her shirt into the corner as she stood up from her chair.

Oh yeah, she was gonna get him back, alright. She shivered slightly in excitement, for what she was about to do. And for the inevitable payback when she woke him up.

They were about to have a very busy day.