Three weeks
Added 2022-06-15 19:25:11 +0000 UTCThe day of your chastity's end is here. Isn't it?
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“Awh, sweetie, it’s been a few weeks. You can last another hour, can’t you?” Your hypnotist was smiling at you, they knew this was torture. Three weeks since your last orgasm, today was the promised day, but they were making sure that you had to work for it.
“I mean, I don’t think you’re anywhere near ready to pop on command.” You squirmed at the trigger. Your hypnotist looked at you, feigning puzzlement. “Oh, did I say something? Or did something pop into your head?” They laughed as you moaned.
“See, this is what I mean. You can take so much more pleasure. Can’t you?” You groaned as they came closer to you. “No toy.” They took your chin in their hand, guiding your eyes to meet theirs. “Look at me, and tell me you can take it. Obey.”
“I can take so much more pleasure.” You said back, automatically. Your mind, which moments before had been full of pleasure, was now filling up with fog.
“That’s it, good toy. Such an obedient thing. I think you can last longer. So we’ll keep going.”
You were their good toy. Their obedient puppet. “And I know you’ll love it. I’ll tease you, and torment you. It’ll be fun, seeing which breaks first. They traced a nail down your chest, smiling as you moaned. “Your body, or your mind? Three more weeks, toy.”
