Tap
Added 2022-07-15 17:48:53 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist just needs to tap your forehead, and you'll drop. But not before then.
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You hung on the edge of trance, eyes locked onto your hypnotist’s finger, pleasure pulsing through you. “My words are the only thing in your mind, but until my finger taps your forehead, you aren’t hypnotised, are you toy? Until then, there is no orgasm. Just pleasure.”
You kept on waiting, kept on listening as their words filled you with more and more bliss. More and more arousal. You didn’t recognise the sounds filling your ears as your own moans. There was only them. Only their voice. Only their pleasure. Only their finger.
The finger which moved up, and down, leading your eyes in a loop, then a line, then a circle. Just like their voice lead you down the path of pleasure, and obedience. You already knew that they were the same thing. It was one of the few things you knew right now.
You knew your name was toy. You knew that obedience was pleasure. You knew that each moment left you more empty headed. And you knew that you would not drop until they tapped you. Until the spigot of your mind opened, and your brain flowed out and away.
“Awh, my sweet toy, you’re doing so well. I know you want to drop. I know you want to cum. But I don’t think you should. You should just listen to my voice. It’s all you can hear. You’re so focused, aren’t you? That’s it. Nod your head, good toy.”
As you nodded, they smiled. “In fact… You’re so focused, that I think you might be hypnotised. That’s all that being hypnotised is, is being so focused on something that it consumes your attention. And you are focused on me, on my voice, on my finger.”
You felt a rumbling in your core. Your mind was twisting. Were they – were you? Hypnotised?
As that word crossed your mind, you felt your eyes roll back, as the pleasure peaked. Your whole body felt the orgasm tear through it, as you came into trance.
