Scratch
Added 2021-11-06 15:52:53 +0000 UTCYour hypnotist plays with your body, just how you like it...
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Your body felt so weak. Your limbs felt like they were made of lead, and your thoughts were just sinking down. Just as you felt your body crumble onto the chair behind you. Your hypnotist smiled. “That’s what I like to see pet, so… Pliable.” They said.
They strode forwards, and just before your eyelids closed, you saw them straddle your lap. Pressing you deeper into the chair. You felt them strip you from the waist up, and then, their hands, their fingers, were softly, gently, delicately stroking down your chest.
They leant in, speaking softly into your ear. “Mmm… You can feel me pulling you down deeper, can’t you pet? Every stroke down your chest, dragging you down, and down. Further and further into trance for me.” Their fingers trailing down your chest were insistent.
Each movement was pulling on your mind, on your body, making you sink deeper, and deeper. Into a bottomless well of trance, of submission. And then they dug a nail in. A scratch. Not enough to take you out. But enough to awaken something else. You gasped.
They laughed. “Does it feel good pet? Just a little bit of pain?” Another scratch. It did feel good. So good. “Oh, I know it does. I know how much you love it.” Another scratch. The pain was there, but it was being masked by pleasure. “Good pet. Let’s keep going.”
