Touch-drunk
Added 2021-12-05 10:56:39 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist is enjoying the show you're putting on, but you barely notice them anymore. The pleasure is all you can feel right now...
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You were touch-drunk. The feeling of your hand on your sex, combined with your hypnotist’s voice filling your mind, had your head spinning. The sweet mixture of pleasure and trance was consuming you, leaving you desperate, though, you couldn’t tell what for.
On one hand, you wanted to cum. You wanted to feel the release that their teasing words had been building you towards. On the other hand, you wanted to sink deeper into this well of pleasure. An endless pool that pulled you deeper with every touch.
You wanted to sink deeper. Deeper into pleasure, deeper into trance. But at the same time, the rising pleasure was becoming overwhelming. Like jolts of electricity, sparking through your body, making you squirm. And your hypnotist kept talking, as they watched.
They were enjoying the show you were putting on for them. Enjoying seeing you lost in mindless ecstasy. You could feel their hand, roaming across your body, teasing, adding to the pleasure, but that was secondary, to the pool of pleasure you were lost in.
The pleasure kept on building, kept on rising, and finally, you were on the edge, and here, your hand seemed to have a mind of it’s own. Delicately dancing on that line, holding back. You were stuck, here, on the edge of cumming, encased in pleasure. What were you going to do?
