Turning point
Added 2021-03-28 11:26:18 +0000 UTCA turning the tables piece, of two switches, who both end up stuck edging for one another, neither with the mind to let the other cum.
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Their body was shaking with the arousal that you had given them. Their sweet, hypnotised mind unable to comprehend anything but the sweet pleasure of your control, as they edged endlessly. Never cumming, always reaching the brink, and pulling back.
Their half open eyes were aimlessly gazing around the room, as the waves of pleasure rolled through them. And it was in after one of these waves, that their eyes met yours. And as they started speaking, having found their voice, you realised you might not be entirely in control.
“Don’t you want to feel this pleasure too? The endless joy of blissful control? Just look into my eyes, come on, look into them, as you have so many times before, and as you feel your energy subside, you can feel your arousal growing. The need to touch. Go on, touch yourself.”
And you were trapped in their eyes, just as you had been so many times before. Unable, and unwilling to look away as the arousal grew, as your mind went blank, as your body obeyed automatically. The pleasure just caused your mind to open even wider.
Their words, though they were clearly taking a lot of effort, were bringing you deeper. Taking you their level of pleasure, of trance. You were both stuck, gazing into one another’s eyes, horny, hypnotised, edging playthings, neither of you willing to let the other cum.
