Clumsy

Your hypnotist lets you play with yourself, but there's a catch.

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“Awh, does my toy want to play with themselves?” Your hypnotist’s eyes met yours, and they smiled, wickedly. You nodded, mind desperate with need, with lust. Their smile grew. “Okay then. Go ahead. Touch away.” You gasped at the permission, and set to work.

Or, you tried to. Every time your hands got close to your sex, they would feel clumsy. Awkward. Just like your mind. Where normally, you’d know exactly what to do to get yourself off, almost instinctually – now? Now you were fumbling to even elicit a tiny amount of pleasure.

The frustration was awful. The need and desperation pounded in your head, throbbing, pulsing. Your mind was begging for pleasure, but you could give it none, even as your hands explored elsewhere on your body. And all the while, your hypnotist laughed, simply looking on.

Eventually, you lay back, exhausted, and frustrated. Your hypnotist sat down beside you, feigning sympathy. “Awh, what’s wrong toy? Didn’t enjoy yourself?” You sighed, knowing that this was somehow their doing, even if you couldn’t remember them doing it to you.

You didn’t answer, but they knew what your response would be, of course they did. So instead, they asked a question. “Would you like me to touch you, toy?” That question set your heart racing. You did. You desperately did. More than anything. You nodded, not daring to speak.

In response, they took a single finger, and gently, ever so slowly, made a soft circle around your nipple. That delicate touch felt like pure pleasure, sparking from their finger, dancing over your skin. You let out a gentle moan at the contact, feeling the need grow.

You wanted more, and they were, evidently, intending to give it. Their finger began trailing downwards, softly, slowly, and you found that with every centimetre it moved, your skin became more sensitive, you were struggling not to squirm at the delightful sensation.

The pleasure had barely begun. Finally, their hand reached its destination. That same finger gently moved over your sex, and you found the depth of pleasure you had been searching for. Another touch, and your mind was reeling, blank, drowning in bliss. And then came more.