Getting Mindless?
Added 2022-02-25 13:48:01 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist takes a moment as you are edging to admire you.
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“Are you getting mindless?” Their hand pulled your face up to theirs, so they could see your eyes rolling in pleasure. “I like that. I like good, mindless toys. Like you.” Your hands were out of your control, touching, and feeling, and teasing yourself. And you couldn’t stop.
Not that you wanted to stop. Not when it felt this good. Pleasure without end. You could feel your mind slipping. Piece by piece, into pleasurable oblivion. “Hey, toy. Look at me. That’s it. I know. I know, it’s so hard to focus on anything but the pleasure, isn’t it?”
You nodded, softly. The pleasure had you smiling, almost drooling. They let go of your chin and stepped back. You kept going, your hands finding new depths of pleasure to delve into. You could hear your own moans, but you felt separate from them.
They were just another sound, mixing with the music of your hypnotist’s voice, a vortex of external stimuli that flowed around you, adding to the pleasure. You loved this. You needed this. And, as your hypnotist carried on speaking, it seemed you would be here for some time.
