Shower (Patreon)

Your shower routine is interrupted by a trigger from your hypnotist.

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You stepped into the shower, and felt something change. The water running over your body, running in rivulets down your chest felt warm, as usual. But that warmth was lingering. Seeping into your muscles, helping them to relax. You could hear a whisper in your mind.

“Just relax, and take your time. Feel the warmth of the water. Let it remind you of my warmth. My arousal, that I give to you.” The words were faint. A memory of your hypnotist. But they had the desired effect. A shiver ran down your spine as desire crept into your mind.

But you found yourself unwilling to move. Unwilling to do anything but stand there, and let the water cascade over you, as your mind went blank, and your body felt arousal blooming through you as the trigger took hold. You couldn’t move. All you could do was feel.

Each drop of water was another tingling spark of arousal, and desire. It was so easy to sink into relaxation, and sink into pleasure, into arousal. Your mind was still. Just like your body. The drops of water on your body echoed in your mind. Pleasure was replacing your thoughts.

It was so hard to do anything, as the pleasure wrapped around your mind. Wrapped around your body. You could feel your mind buzzing, as each drop of water was a lick of pleasure, and arousal. And the pleasure was building. Rising. Growing.

Some small part of your mind wanted to touch yourself. To slip a hand between your legs. But you couldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything but let the water run over you. And the pleasure continued to climb. It was growing faster now. Devouring your thoughts.

A soft whine escaped your lips as the pleasure brought you closer to the edge. You were losing track of the sensations in your body. Were they just water? It felt more real than that. More physical. The pleasure grew, and grew. Your lips parted in a moan.

And then, just as the pleasure reached it’s peak, it stopped. You felt energy return to your muscles, and tried desperately to push yourself over the edge, but your hand wouldn’t go near your sex. Your hypnotist’s voice came back to you again. Taunting, teasing.

“No cumming. That’s not the point. This is a reminder of who is in control, sweetie. Your showers are going to be so much more interesting from now on.” They had said. You shook yourself a little, trying and failing to dislodge the arousal, before getting on with washing.