Permission to move

Your hypnotist has frozen you, and now they want you to ask permission to move again.

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“Awh, honey, what’s wrong? Don’t you want to touch me?” Your hypnotist smiled as they taunted you. Your body, frozen to the spot, was filled with desire, with arousal, with lust. “Am I being mean puppet?” You considered, you could answer… And they were looking at you, waiting.

Finally, you spoke. “Yes.” The timid answer made them titter.

“Oh, pet, if I’m being mean, why don’t you try to resist my control? Try to move. Do it.” Their hand brushed down your arm, sending a tingle of pleasure running through you at the soft touch.

And you tried. But no amount of effort would move you, not even an inch.

“Awh… sweetie. Is it too hard?” Their hand had moved, caressing down your bare chest. “Is your body all stuck? It’s okay. I like you like this. I think you like it too. Don’t you pet?”

You could feel your cheeks blushing, but you knew they wanted an answer. “Yes.” Again, they laughed.

“I mean, your body obeys me, right? So how about you ask to move. How does that sound? Depending on me to tell you when and how to move your body?”

Your blush deepened at this, but the arousal also twisted within you. Their control felt so very good. And you could not deny the feelings that were filling your body. The intense need, the submission, it all mingled, spiralling together. And they were waiting for an answer, you realised.

“Oh, it- it sounds good.” You said, noting the eager look in their eyes, as they bored into yours.

“Well… If it sounds so good… How about you try, pet? Ask me for permission to move a part of your body somewhere.” You could feel the blushing embarrassment turning over and over.

The feeling of awkwardness that made you hesitate, just for a second. Your mouth was open, but words wouldn’t come out. “Come on pet. Ask me, that’s an order.” They said. Their words cut through the embarrassment like a hot knife through butter.

“please can I touch your cheek with my hand?” You said, knowing instantly what you wanted.

They smiled, eyes never leaving your own. “Yes pet, you can. Permission granted.”

And with those words, you felt your hand, pulled on invisible strings, to their cheek.