Pretty good considering we're under the influence

I see her sitting in the distance, as I approach I cant help but feel a bit nervous. I'm sure she can hear my footsteps but she doesn't turn to face me. I stand there, trying to think of something to clever to say, and then in a moment of weakness I say "Maisie, you won't remember this command, but you feel like you should welcome me"

I pause for a second after the command, unsure if the instructions went through. She interrupts my thoughts by turning and smiling, and happily says

"so are you going to sit down? I've been saving you a seat" while patting the floor next to her.

And just like that, her smile disarms me and calms me down. Good to know we're on talking again.

I sit, she passes me a red cup, I take a gulp and nearly cough it all out but i **** it down.

"What the hell, Maisie, What was that?"

She laughs "You can thank Jayda for that"

I guess Jayda's plan worked I think to myself, I try to pass her the cup back.

"I've got my own" She says shaking another red cup in her hands "I got Jayda to make us a couple drinks, thought it might make this easier" she says with an honest smile as she takes another sip from her cup.

"It's easier if you just sip at it" she says as if gulping it down was an option.

"Thanks" I say

We start drinking, laughing and talking like it's old days, time is flying by. Maisie was right the **** did make it easier to talk. When I finally finished my red cup Maisie pulls out a bottle of Red label and some Coke from her backpack and makes me another drink, I notice it seems to be quite strong as well, even half drunk a realisation comes to me.

I ask "Maisie, tell me the truth did Jayda make the first drink"

"No" she responds regretfully

"Maisie, answer all my questions honestly, are you trying to get me drunk?"

"Yes" she responds quietly avoiding all eye contact

"Was your drink as strong as mine or even alcoholic?"

"No" she says again sorrowfully

"Why?" I ask earnestly

"I have no power in this relationship now, I figured if I could get you drunk I could work out your actual intentions" she paused "To be honest I got the idea when I heard the scheme to get me drunk to talk to you"

"That wasn't my idea" I say

"You also didn't stop it" She says matter of factly.

"That's fair, I'm sorry, I just miss you, I miss this" I say thinking of the laughter and the chat we we're sharing moments ago.

"Me too" she says solemnly "I just don't know"

"Maisie, you can trust me, I don't want to hurt you in any way" I say with all my hear not noticing the accidental command.

She smiles "I do trust you" she says as she hugs me, I feel her pillowy breasts against my body and enjoy the embrace.

We spend the rest of the night drinking, talking, laughing and rekindling our friendship.

The music has stopped and as we're heading back inside I need to know.

"So we're good" I ask

"As long as you're happy being just friends"

"I am" I say genuinely "but if you ever change your mind let me know"

She drunkenly snorts trying to hold back a laugh "Yeah, sure maybe"

I would be lying if I said the way she shrugs off the possibility of ever having feeling for me doesn't hurt and then in a moment of drunken pettiness I blurt out "Maisie, you will not remember this command, every time you think of me you'll get slightly more horny, every time we touch you'll feel some sexual pleasure, you can only orgasm when thinking of me and it will never occur to you to discuss this with anyone or that this could be a command".

She looks at me like she's expecting me to say something. I pause unsure if my command went through, not even fully sure what I said in the command.

"Yes?" she asks

"Sorry?"

"You said my name" She says in a tired giggle

"Oh yeah" I say not knowing what to say "just wanted to say good night Maisie" I improvise with a smile

She smiles back, "Good night Scott"

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25 Year Later

I felt guilty but not guilty enough to reverse my commands. Truth was I loved the life I had built. I still wake up to Maisie beside me, our intimacy's still easy, still adventurous. We've experimented like crazy from bodily fluids that are delicious and addictive to extra body parts to looking like actors and fictional character along with her love for the kinky and love of bondage we've done everything we could think of and it's not like it was all bad for her. We did what she enjoyed as well, she still looked perfect even with time having passed, she was perfectly healthy and was earning money with ease. I had never been unfaithful to her and we have two beautiful boys, turns out you could just command for the children to be happy and healthy boys. From every perspective we are the perfect nuclear family.

"Mum, Dad" our eldest sat us down "We need to talk"

I figured this was about him not going to college. Something I had come to accept, although a great kid, Leo was not academically gifted, I sat holding Maisies hand patiently waiting.

"Whatever it is we're here for you honey" Maisie said comforting him.

"Well... I'm not sure how to say this" He paused, I couldn't help but think he was a mirror image of Maisie now that he had grown his hair out. He swallowed and said quietly "I don't feel like myself" he slowly continued "I'm transitioning"

It hit me with like a ton of bricks. I look to Maisie eyes wide open and I can see the same thoughts in her mind. I wonder if the curse will carry on through them.