Meditations of pleasure
Added 2022-05-04 12:00:07 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist interrupts your edging.
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“How long has it been pet?” You were barely aware of their voice, amongst the pounding pleasure that thrummed through your body. “Minutes? Hours? Do you even care anymore?” You let out a soft moan at their caress, not stopping your hand’s motion.
They laughed. “I don’t think you’re capable of caring anymore. All you can do now is feel the pleasure as it overwhelms your mind, sweeps away your thoughts. Leaves you empty. Ready, for me. Doesn’t it feel so good?” It did. It felt incredible.
Each motion of your hand felt like you were letting something of nature bloom through you. Taking your energy. Taking your power, and storing it, ready. And then there was their hand, wandering, almost causally, across your bare skin. Water feeding the roots of your pleasure.
They traced a finger down your spine. “You want more of this, don’t you? This blossoming, blooming pleasure, filling you, growing within your body and mind? You’ll find yourself needing it more, and more. Nothing compares. Not orgasms, not sex. Just this. Perfection.”
And now you vaguely felt them kneel down beside you, taking a moment to look at you. “You want more moments like these. My control. Your weakness. A meditation of pleasure and powerlessness. And you can have more. All you need to do is give in. Submit. Be mine, toy.”
