Crumble
Added 2021-10-17 19:09:55 +0000 UTCYou've set yourself the challenge of resisting your hypnotist. They've decided to show you that that isn't in your best interest...
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“Oh, okay, toy. You tell yourself that. That you can resist that need, that urge, that’s making you squirm for me right now…” Your hypnotist looked down at you, naked, sprawled on the bed. You couldn’t help but squirm at the arousal that was coursing through you.
They smiled. “Oh, toy, you’re fighting so hard against the urge to touch. I know you are. But it would feel good, wouldn’t it?” You nodded. It would feel good. But you were trying to resist. To show that you could. That was what you had said you wanted to do tonight.
They had smiled at that, taking in your defiant expression, as they had considered you. Then they had begun talking. That soft, slow tone, that deliberate voice that took every dirty thought in your mind and turned them against you. Made them seem so appealing.
“Come on, toy. You want to touch, don’t you?” You nodded again. You did. “So why not give in to the pleasure, toy?” They didn’t touch you. That would be cheating.
“I… I’m – trying – trying to resist.” The words were hard to find, and even hard to say with conviction.
They laughed. “Oh, toy, you are trying. But are you sure you’re resisting the right thing? I mean, sure, you’re resisting my control, but you’ve given up your base needs and desires to this strange control that you’ve imposed on yourself. And that doesn’t sound so fun, does it?”
You looked them in the eye, body still writhing, trying to find an outlet for the pleasure. Fun. You wanted to feel good. You – you – your resistance crumbled. You needed more pleasure. Their smile widened as your hands went downwards, pleasuring yourself.
