Confusing Pleasure

This is inspired by a conversation I had on twitter. It's all about your own pleasure causing confusion. To cum, you need to lessen it. Or fight through it.

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Your hypnotist was being mean. Had been mean? It was hard to think. Your thoughts were scattered to the wind, and a few suggestions from them were making things worse. Or better. Or… or… Something. They laughed to see your mind so confused. Where were you?

Oh right, the suggestions.

First, pleasure made it harder to think coherent thoughts.

Second, to cum, you had to tell them that you wanted to, and they had to say yes.

Third, the urge to get off was steadily increasing.

Just two of the suggestions would have been difficult. All three felt impossible.

But they kept encouraging you, teasing you. “It all feels so good, so why did it matter? You could just stay in this pleasure, oh, but you want to cum. Did I do that to you? Make you this needy submissive mess? Moaning, with no thoughts, so hard to think?”

Even the urge to cum was getting crossed, you had the urge to- keep touching? No, cum? No. To feel pleasure? Then the need spiked again. Cum. The need to get off. That was it. You found a brief moment of clarity and started to speak. “Please can I- can I? Oh…”

And the clarity was gone, pleasure taking it from you, leaving you rolling in a sea of arousal. Your words subsided into moans, and your hypnotist smirked as they looked down on you. “I can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want, hon. Use your words.”

You tried, tried so desperately to find the words. Cum. That was it. “Cum?” was the only pertinent word you could get out. They laughed, grabbing your chin, looking directly into your eyes.

“Did you want to cum, toy? To get off? To release?”

Your brain spiralled, so lost, so confused. Did you? That’s what you’d asked, right? It was so hard to remember. Maybe? You nodded.

“No no, toy, use your words. Don’t just nod at me. Tell me.”

You groaned, frustrated, submissive, helplessly horny. And found three words. “Yes. Ohfuck… Cum?  Please? Mmm…”

They laughed again, their smile making you smile too. “Very well. On three. You count.”

Now that wasn’t fair. But you could do it.

“One.” The pleasure was so intense, and your thoughts were being tossed this way and that, in a tornado of arousal that was beginning to funnel downwards.

“Two.” You nearly couldn’t remember what came next, your mind felt like it was going to give out to the pleasure and the confusion.

“Three.” And there it came. There you came. Pleasure flooding your body, making you moan, and gasp, back arched, limbs trembling, reaching, grasping for anything to hold you steady. Until finally, it subsided, leaving your mind still confused, but coming back together.