The cost of desire
Added 2022-01-07 11:10:31 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist has brought you out of trance, with a burning desire, a need to cum, and no way to achieve it yourself...
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You pulled at the restraints, holding you to the bed. They would not budge. Your hypnotist laughed down at you, naked, and desperate, and needy. The trance had cleared from your head. In its place was a burning desire to touch, to play with yourself.
But all you could do was squirm, and beg – beg for them to touch you, beg to be released. Words fell from your lips, but your hypnotist continued to laugh at your predicament. Finally, they leant down over you, brushing your cheek with their hand, staring into your eyes.
“Well toy, there you go. I’m touching you.” Their mouth curled into a mischievous smile as your hips bucked fruitlessly against the air. “I’m sorry. Did you want something else? Come on. Tell me. Tell me you want me to make you cum. Use your words. That’s it. Good toy. Okay.”
Their hand drifted down your body, and, as they began to play with you, you felt waves of trance lapping at your consciousness. Dropping deeper with every touch of their hand. The last thing you heard was their voice, telling you “You can cum for me, toy. But it will cost you.”
