Ritual of pleasure
Added 2022-07-22 16:57:29 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist conducts a ritual with you, using pleasure as the conduit for change.
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“That’s it, toy. You can take it. Feel it. Let the pleasure be the only thing in your mind for me. Let my words pass through, unnoticed.” You squirmed as the pleasure increased. Their hands teasing, tormenting you, your mind muddled by that submissive bliss that you loved.
You could hear the sound of them speaking, but as your eyes rolled back in hypnotic ecstasy, you found that you couldn’t focus on the words. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but the pleasure you were preparing for them. The bliss was making it so easy to obey.
Your eyes closed, and as they did, you felt your skin, more sensitive than before. Each touch that now brushed you filled your mind with thoughts and images, ideas of obedience, of pleasure. You knew that you were being changed. The ritual was affecting you.
The pleasure was reaching a frenzy that echoed like discordant strings in your mind. It left no room for your own control. No room for your own thoughts. All of you was being squeezed out as you felt your orgasm approach. Rising, climbing, a hungry pleasure.
And before you understood, it hit you. Like a slap to the face, it stung, felt raw. But it felt so good. So good to be utterly annihilated. The pieces of you were torn apart. And now, empty, you felt their will, their control, their thoughts, flowing into you.
When it was done, you opened your eyes. You were struck by the new feelings. Their power over you was undeniable. They seemed to tower over you, imperious, beautiful, a deity to be worshipped. And you knew that you would worship, and obey, for as long as they wanted.
