Hypnopum

Wire

Added 2022-06-03 22:26:42 +0000 UTC

Your hypnotist works to find the limits of your pleasure.

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“Don’t stop now pet.” Your eyes were rolling, your mind was crumbling under the combined weight of their pleasure and their control. “That’s it. Keep sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure for me. Each touch. Each movement, another increment higher.”

Your mouth had stopped being able to form words some time ago, now it was just noises, and moans. But you couldn’t find the release you so desperately sought. “Does it hurt yet, toy? Can you feel your body ready to burst? The ache that slowly moves through you?”

You let out a strangled cry, eager for more pleasure, but feeling the sensation they were describing. You felt your hand slow. “Nuh-uh, pet. Don’t stop. Feel that pain for me. I want it to hurt. This is you pushing your limits. Finding where pain transcends pleasure.”

Your mind was locked in a cycle of blissful agony. It felt so good, but each movement was causing a pulsating ache that grew in time with the pleasure. It was like a wire, being stretched and made too taught. Your hypnotist smiled. “Okay toy. Cum for me.”

And just like that. The wire snapped. The pain increased, and then became pleasure, in one swift motion. You were barely aware of your body’s movements. All you knew was that your mind was being annihilated by the cascade of bliss that was erasing all of your awareness.

It didn’t stop. It would not stop. Each moment was another exquisite pulse of pleasure that sent ripples through your whole body. “Such a good, good pet for me. Was that fun? Come here. Hold me, whilst we put you back together.” And you felt their arms wrap around you.