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Added 2022-06-26 22:37:51 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist begins to make you feel like you need more.
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“Oh no sweetie. I know, I know, you think you’re all mindless, and blank.” Your hypnotist’s hand traced gently down your chest, your mind following the motion. “But we’re just getting started. A blank mind is ripe for all sorts of things. Obedience… Brainwashing…”
Their hand reached between your legs, and a small squeal fell from your lips. “And pleasure, of course. So much pleasure. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Open your eyes, look up at me. Nod your head. You want pleasure, don’t you toy?” Your head moved, as if on a string.
Up and down. You did want pleasure. And as their hand began moving, their voice kept flowing into your mind. “That’s it. Feeling that pleasure filling you. Feeling how good it feels, amplified by my voice. Nothing feels this good. Nothing can compare to this.”
You felt their words echoing into your mind. “Nothing can match my control, my pleasure, my bliss.” It was true. This heady feeling of submission, being egged on by the control they wielded over your mind, was unparalleled. “You’ll want it more. And more. Day by day.”
The hand stopped, and you squirmed, your hips thrusting gently, automatically, looking for the pleasure again. “Session by session… It’ll be all that you can think about. I’m going to become the sole source of your sexual pleasure, sweetie. And you’re going to love it.”
