Nice or mean (Patreon)

Your hypnotist has you edging with a trigger, preventing you from cumming.

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You let out a soft whine. You were feeling so good, so turned on. Your hypnotist was smirking down at you, knelt on the floor before them. But as the pleasure grew, you felt your arm growing heavy. It took more energy to keep touching. And slowly, your hand came to a stop.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Your hypnotist asked, leaning down, a look of faux concern on their face. “Not enjoying it?”

You shook your head, which was feeling foggy from arousal. “N-no. Just… Can’t move my arm.” You managed to say, which caused them to laugh.

“Awh. That’s so funny. Do you understand why you can’t move your arm? Do you understand what I’ve done?” They asked. You stared blankly up at them, struggling to comprehend the question through the haze of lust. “I’ll tell you, toy. My sweet object, what I’ve done to you.”

They stood back up, taking you in. They looked… Powerful, that was the word, as they towered over you. “I’ve trapped you in lust. Desperate, but unable to cum. You’ve got my words inside your mind. Controlling your body. You can’t cum until I release you from the trap.”

The pleasure had reduced, receded from the edge, and your hand began to move between your legs again. “But you can’t stop touching yourself. Bringing yourself to the edge. Again. And again. And again. My strings have you, my puppet. I’ve got you caught in my web.”

The pleasure grew, reaching towards the edge, and once again, your arm grew heavy, and then went still. “Will I release you? How long will I keep you here? How much pleasure will it take before your brain shatters? All questions I bet you wish you knew the answer to.”

Your hand was moving again. Chasing the edge again. “But they’re all the wrong question, pet.” Their finger traced down your cheek, settling under your chin, pulling your gaze up to meet theirs. “You have to ask one very simple question. Am I feeling nice? Or mean?”