Counted into bliss
Added 2022-07-11 20:50:26 +0000 UTCMid session, your hypnotist already has you feeling so fuzzy, and decides to use a novel way to take you deeper.
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“Okay then, my sleepy, weak little toy, count with each impact. Let each one make you feel weaker. More submissive. Are you ready?” Your hypnotist stroked a hand down your back.
You nodded your head.
“Nuh-uh toy. Tell me you’re ready if you are, please.”
“I’m ready, my dominant.”
You heard them clap their hands together as they continued to run their hands along your back, then up to your scalp. Even in this weak willed and hazy state, you could feel your anticipation growing. When would they – Their hand landed squarely, hard, on your ass-cheek.
“One.” Your voice was dreamy. The pain radiated through your body, slowly, erasing energy, erasing thoughts. The hand reared back, and this time, the slap was softer. Gentle.
“Mmm… Two.” They had been right, you were going to enjoy this.
The third slap was one that you barely noticed, and your voice was so quiet. Your thoughts were melting away with each impact. You felt them, but as they strengthened, you felt the effects. Your mind was gone. You had no will. You were a toy for them to enjoy.
