Don't think (Patreon)

Your partner gives you some simple instructions, some things not to think about.

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Your partner sat opposite you, and they took in your naked form for a moment, before meeting your gaze. “Don’t think about touching yourself. Don’t think about letting your hands begin to torment and tease you. Don’t think about how good the pleasure will feel. Don’t think.”

Your mind was feeling muddled. You had a want, a desire to touch, but it was hard to grasp. “Just let my words in. Just sink. Just obey. Don’t think about how much the need to touch is rising within you. Don’t think about how much the urge to pleasure yourself is growing.”

A moan slipped from your lips as your mind buckled before their words. “Don’t think about how good it would feel if I began to touch you.” They leant forwards, and you felt your arousal grow as they got closer to you. They were smiling still. “Let your thoughts drain away.”

Your mind was barely processing what was happening at this point. It felt too good to listen. To obey. “Let my pleasure just fill in the empty spots left behind in your mind. It’s so hard to think, isn’t it? That’s okay. Don’t think about touching yourself. Just do it.”

They paused. Your mind took a moment to catch up, but your hands were already moving. One slipped between your legs, the other went elsewhere, finding other spots to tease. “That’s right. Let pleasure take over. Let arousal, and lust, and need drive your hands.”

You moaned again, feeling so very good. “You don’t need to think. You can’t think. You’re just a plaything, a puppet, a pet. Stop thinking about anything. Just obey. Just touch yourself. Just let pleasure take control. Let me take over your mind. Nod your head.”

Obedience hit you. You nodded eagerly, hungrily. Desperate for more pleasure. For more commands. “Such a good pet. So obedient. So helpless. Keep touching, find the pace that really lets the pleasure grow. Condition yourself to my voice. My voice makes you feel good.”

It really did. The pleasure was growing with each word they said. “Obeying me brings you pleasure. Let the urge to cum grow within you. The desire to reach climax under my direction. Coiling around your pleasure. Intertwined with your arousal.”

You hadn’t been prepared for this to get so intense so quickly. Soft whines were the only noises you could make now, your mind was too far gone. They laughed. “I am your trigger, pet, and I’m going to cement my control deeper into your mind with every orgasm you have for me.”