Win
Added 2022-02-01 16:27:09 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist plays a game on your skin, will you win?
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Your hypnotist giggled at the way your eyes blinked as they brought you up, the slight smile as you saw them. They traced a hand over your bare skin, and laughed as you squirmed. Their hand left a trail of pleasure, burning across your body form where they had touched.
“Okay, okay toy. I think it’s time we played a game. Tell me what I spell on your skin. Get it right, and I’ll touch you some more. Get it wrong, and… Well. I just won’t touch you for a bit. Sound like fun?” You nodded, you wanted more pleasure. They smiled. “Okay. First letter.”
One of their hands reached out. Four movements, each one sent more wonderful bliss pumping into your brain and body. You spiralled for a moment, before letting the pleasure wash over you. They were looking at you, expectantly. “W. Right?” you said. Hoping you were correct.
Their face lit up. “That’s it! Well done. Such a clever toy for me.” They caressed your body, one hand trailing up your chest, up your chin. You were gasping, moaning, lost in blissful pleasure. And then came the next letter. Three movements. You hadn’t been paying attention.
You swallowed, trying to figure it out. You were between two guesses. Fuck it, 50/50, right? “Was that H?” You asked. Their hand, which had been gently trailing down your thigh, withdrew, and they smirked, shaking their head. They made a great show of setting a timer.
You begged, you pleaded. Trying your best to implore them. One more touch, please. But they were resolute. Finally, the timer ran out. “Well toy. Want me to spell that letter again?”
You shook your head. “It was I, wasn’t it?”
They nodded, one finger tracing down the side of your face, making your eyelids flutter. “Good job, toy. One more. Let’s make this… harder.” One of their hands went to your thigh, and began to gently move across your skin, making your mind fuzz with pleasure.
Then came their other hand. Spelling the letter on your chest. Try as you might, you couldn’t make heads nor tails of it. You asked them to repeat it, and they did. It was three movements, you thought. “N?” A shot in the dark. They smiled, and nodded. You win.
