To cum or not to cum (Patreon)

Your hypnotist has a decision to make.

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“B-but- I-” You were struggling to find your words as your hypnotist towered imperiously over you.

“Shut it, pet. I don’t need to hear your words. I want to hear your moans.” They said. “Just touch, and tease yourself into a messy mindless state for me. Good pets don’t speak.”

Your eyes rolled slightly as they spoke. Their voice had such a profound effect on your mind at this point. Especially in this context. You quietened, still looking up at them. “And I can guess what you were about to say.” They took on a mocking tone. “But I’ve been a good pet.”

They smirked down at you. “And I have a question in response to that. Do you get to decide if you’ve been good? Don’t answer. I don’t want to hear your voice, silly pet. Just moan. Feel the pleasure.” They snapped their fingers at that last word, and you shuddered.

The wave of pleasure that rolled through you felt incredible. As it always did. Interrupting your thoughts, making your touches feel even better. A moan left your lips, and you blushed. “That’s it. Now you’re being a good pet. I love hearing the sounds you make. Moan again.”

You obeyed, brain not able to come up with a reason not to. As your moan became a soft whine, they laughed. “I love seeing you like this. Reliant on my control. On me, for your pleasure. Not thinking. Just sinking deeper into the pleasurable abyss, letting it consume you.”

You could feel that. Like liquid pleasure coating your skin, igniting nerve endings across your skin, filling your mind. Their words just pulled you deeper into pleasure. “And I love knowing that I have control over your orgasms in this state, pet. Tease yourself more.”

You understood the command. You found the rhythm that you loved. The one that pulled you inexorably towards the edge. But you knew that you would not climax. Your moans were back, just slipping from your lips. “Good pet. Now, to cum, or not to cum? That’s my decision to make.”