Distraction
Added 2021-01-23 15:06:53 +0000 UTCI love the idea of a suggestion that slowly builds over time, and I love arousal, so here's both together!
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It was distracting. The feelings of pleasure. Phantom hands. Phantom mouths. Constant, and whilst earlier, you had been able to work and ignore them, now they’re becoming a bit more insistent. Making it hard to type.
Hard to think. About anything but the pleasure. Not enough to get you off, but enough to spark those needy feelings inside of you. The slight twinge of desperation between your legs. Your mind wanting to beg, but not having someone to beg to.
At some point, you’re not sure when, your hand slips down, between your legs, to join in. To try and find some relief to the endlessly rising tide of pleasure. But none was to be found. You kept trying to work, but your thoughts were so focused on pleasure.
It was almost impossible to think of anything else. But how aroused you were. How needy. How turned on. Finally, with one hand, trembling, you sent a message to your hypnotist. To let them know you needed a release. One word.
“Please?”
And then you waited. Lost yourself again in the pleasure. The endless cycle of the unattainable edge. Floating through a haze of begging thoughts. Of needy desperation. Wishing for your hypnotist to be there. And finally, your phone pinged. A single word back.
“Terminus.”
And the pleasure rocketed. All of the pleasure you had been feeling for the last… How long had it been? You couldn’t tell. It all coalesced into one moment, one shockwave, that begun at your core, and radiated out, shattering your mind, leaving you breathless.
As you came down, out of the trance that the suggestion had left you in, and out of the haze of post orgasmic bliss, you saw another message had come through from them.
“Now, toy, you could last longer next time… Couldn’t you?”
You shivered with pleasure at the thought.
