Only pleasure
Added 2022-05-11 20:19:37 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist uses pleasure to take something away from you.
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Your mind was faltering, failing you. Each moment dragged you down a little deeper. And your hypnotist was just laughing. “Oh toy, you make such sweet noises. Each time I move, another little squeak. Would you like me to stop letting you feel this pleasure?”
No, please no. Was what you wanted to say. But your mind had no room for words. It was stuffed to bursting with pleasure. Your first orgasm of the night was a distant memory. Now, you were drowning in sensitive feelings, and a weak, malleable mind.
And your hypnotist knew this. “Oh, sweet thing, you asked for this. Maybe you should have thought a bit more about what you were asking for. But then again, I know that thinking is difficult for you at the best of times. And right now? I bet you can’t think at all.”
Another rush of pleasure, you let out a moan, low, and soft. And then another wave hit you. Their hands had quickened. You felt your mind shorting out, all of your awareness fading. Nothing existed. Just pleasure. No sensation. No thoughts. No anything. Just. Pleasure.
From far, far away, their hands slowing slightly, your hypnotist’s voice floated into your ears. “I bet you’re so far gone that you can’t even remember your own name, can you. Do you have a name, toy?” You struggled, as the pleasure rose again. Your name was lost. Only pleasure.
