Palpable (Patreon)

You've been edging for so long that the words your hypnotist recorded are able to sink effortlessly into your mind.

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Each edge almost felt palpable. A tangible thing, moving through you. Starting in your core, and pushing through your veins. White hot pleasure forcing you to gasp and moan. It all made it easier for the words and images you were watching to sink deeper into your mind.

And you could not stop. You could not cum. Your hands were stuck between your legs. Here came another edge. You could feel it obliterating your thoughts. Wiping them away as you kept on gooning. Kept on sinking deeper into pleasure. This was what your hypnotist wanted.

They wanted you mindless, thoughtless, empty headed and blank. Programmed by pleasure into their willing puppet. And by now you were too far gone to think of resisting. To think of doing anything but obeying their commands, their words being pumped into your brain.

Another edge came. This one was intense, almost sending you spiralling over into orgasmic bliss. But your body held back, your hands knew what to do to keep you here, trapped, in a cycle of brainwashing bliss. And your hypnotist knew that. It was how they had designed this.

You couldn’t be trusted to stop yourself from cumming. But your body understood itself. So with a bit of conditioning, a little twisting of logic, and some reinforcement, your body knew that edging was better than cumming by now. No matter how much you wanted it.

Because you weren’t in control of your body. They were. They got to enjoy the fruits of their brainwashing at a later date. For now, you were just a prisoner in your own body. Brain leaking out between your legs, as the pleasure consumed you.

And they would enjoy you. You knew that much. They always had some new game to play with your mind, and body, and they loved seeing how eager you were to obey. Just a helpless puppet, dancing on their strings. And, although you struggled to admit it, you loved it too.