No Control
Added 2022-03-17 17:15:11 +0000 UTCThere's nothing quite like having no control, is there?
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“Doesn’t it feel good? To lose all control? To give it over to me? I know it does, my sweet, obedient toy. It’s why you can’t stop touching. It’s why you can’t stop repeating those words, ‘obedience is pleasure, obedience is pleasure’, over and over again.”
Your hypnotist was smiling as they gently traced their fingers over your body. “Because let’s face it, if it didn’t feel good, you wouldn’t obey me. But you are obeying me, so it must feel good, right? That’s it. You know that’s right. You know I’m right. Because you obey me.”
Your pleasure was peaking. But you didn’t have any control over your orgasm anymore. You could edge, and edge, for hours, until they gave the command. Your mind would break from the pleasurable strain, before you disobeyed. You were their good toy.
But they must have noticed something. “Oh, my sweetness, my good hypnotised toy, are you close? Are you?” You found your head nodding. “Okay, then stop. Hands off.” Your hands flew away from your body, like they were being pulled by strings.
Your hypnotist giggled. “Good toy. So well trained. I’m sorry, did you want to cum?” They began to guide you down their body. You could sense their own arousal. They loved seeing you like this. As you arrived at your destination, they stopped. “Okay toy, earn it.”
