Levels of pleasure
Added 2020-08-26 15:30:40 +0000 UTCFinally got a chance to write a slightly longer microfiction! This one's all about pleasure!
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How much pleasure can you take? That’s the question you and your partner are hoping to answer today. With them hypnotically inducing a pleasure slider, slowly going up. It started small. One was nothing. Two, was also barely noticeable.
A little heat, maybe a slight tingling. But not much. Three? Three you started to notice. You could feel your need growing in time with the pleasure, as your restrained hands fought to get access to your body, to no avail. You were a prisoner to your own pleasure.
Five. That wasn’t fair. They skipped a number, and your body was left reeling, as the pleasure jumped too, doubling. You gasped, and your partner giggled. But you could take it. This wasn’t overwhelming you, not yet.
Even though your mind was starting to fill with this foggy pleasure, and that was making it hard to think about anything else. Somehow you were at eight. Your body was starting to shudder, as the pleasure spiked, and coursed through you.
Then you were at nine. Your whole mind was focused on the pleasure, the need, the desire to touch. It was everything you could think about. Your partner’s voice barely registered as they took you to ten.
Ten. Where pleasure intertwined with your own self, all that existed was this hypnotic pleasure, without form, or direction, it just moved through your body, leaving you aching, needy. You weren’t aware, but you were begging.
Begging to have your hands free, for your partner to keep going. You didn’t want this pleasure to end, you wanted it to exist and keep growing forever. Your partner, however, has other ideas, as you feel their hands start to touch your body…
