Personal sex toy (Patreon)

Your partner has you blank and between their legs, committed to your worship.

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“Mmm- I’ll never tire of this view, pet.” Your partner said. You looked up at them, from between their legs. The scent of their sex overwhelming your fragile mind, broken and battered by their words. You could feel the need to worship at the altar of their pleasure.

And it was worship. To your hypnotised mind there was nothing more important than this. It gave you energy, blessed you with pleasure. So, each movement of your lips, of your tongue, your hands, was made with reverence, and diligence. Their pleasure was your priority.

“Just keep going p- ah, mmm- pet. My pleasure is your pleasure, isn’t that right?” Their hand, tangled in your hair, nodded your head slightly up and down, and you moaned in agreement. “Good pet. I love having you like this.” They pressed you down between their thighs.

As their legs wrapped around you, sealing you in, you felt warm, comforted. It felt so good to be used like this. Stress relief, their personal sex toy. An object, with no will of its own. Just controlled by their words, their will, their desires. Their body was trembling, shaking with pleasure.

The fact that you were bringing them this pleasure made your mind drift into bliss. “That’s it. Just a hypnotic sex toy for me to use- J-j- fuck, pet. Just like that. Keep going, don’t stop.” Their breath was sharper, more ragged, and you felt a small sense of pride.

You were being a good toy. And as they cried out in pleasure, their orgasm overtaking them, a lazy smile slipped across your face. And, after a few moments, as they pulled your head up, you continued to smile dreamily, contentedly. You were their good toy.