Squats

Your hypnotist helps you to get sweaty.

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“I need you to focus, toy. That’s it. Listen to my voice, let your body keep doing what comes naturally. It doesn’t need to go limp, or relax. Not right now. Not when there’s so much to do.” Your hypnotist smiled as they stood opposite you.

“I want you to mirror me, toy. Do exactly as I do. We’re going to squat, and then come back up. Ready? Okay, with me. Down.” They moved easily effortlessly, into a squat. “Hold it, feel the tension in your thighs, in your glutes. And up.” They raised up.

You followed them, down, and then back up. “That’s it. Didn’t that feel good? Let’s do it again. Down. Feel your focus raising. Your mind clearing. No need to think about what’s happening. Just obey. Just follow along. And up.” Another squat.

They lowered back down, and you followed. “Down, each squat helping to focus your attention more intently on my words. On my control. Straighten your spine toy. That’s it. Even this focused, your body maintains its form. Good toy. Keep going.”

They came back up, you matching them, and they smiled. “And before long, down, you’ll notice something else, with each squat. Up.” They met your eyes. “Down. A pulse of pleasure, with each upward motion. So you move down into your focus, and up, into pleasure.”

As you came up, you felt it. A tingle that spread, gently, from your sex. “Down. Hold. Up.” You felt it again, stronger. The focus provided by the squat was almost amplifying it, leaving no room in your mind for anything but the pleasure. “Good, keep going, let me watch.”

They stood, and as you began to get into a rhythm, they walked around you, watching your movements, correcting your form, and you just kept on feeling this wonderful feeling of control grow, mingling with the pulses of pleasure, coming more forcefully now.

You lost track of time, you felt sweat upon your forehead. They let you break, take rests. And when they did, they gave you another exercise to do with your hands, whilst you were resting. But before that could achieve anything, you were back to it. Back to the squats.

Eventually, they told you to stop, once more. “Okay, toy. Come back up for me, follow my finger, moving upwards before your eyes, until you are back together. There we go. How was that?”

You were out of breath, legs burning. But you felt incredible. “Good. Very good.” You said.