Two forces
Added 2021-03-25 16:58:09 +0000 UTCPleasure and obedience often go hand in hand, but what happens when they're pitted against one another?
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The pleasure was inescapable, the rush of obedience and submission to them was overwhelming. These two forces fought in your empty mind, wrestling for control over your body, as you edged. Pleasure that licked at you like flames, making you want to writhe, and gasp, and moan.
Pleasure that was being pushed back by the sweet stillness of hypnotised obedience, of control. The happiness in knowing that you could hold back the climax, because they told you to. Because you were a good toy, and good toys did what they were told, and didn’t cum.
But the urge, the need was rising to a frenzied level of desperation, and the moans that you fought to keep stifled were slipping out, eliciting a soft smile from them.
“Is my pet struggling? Do you want permission?”
You nodded, biting your lip to hold back the pleasure.
“Well. If you want to cum, then you could do so. But that would mean that you weren’t obeying. So, well. I’d say think carefully, but you can’t think to begin with right now, can you? How about you focus on those feelings of control, of obedience?”
As they spoke, your mind sharpened in on their voice, on them. Focusing on them. On obeying them.
“And you can let the edging just fade to the back of your mind, on autopilot, opening up your brain for my words and my control to sink in. Good toy.”
