Dam (Patreon)

Your hypnotist gives you as much pleasure as they can, using just their words.

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Your moans were echoing through the room. Their words continued to spur you on to more pleasure. Your hands lay limp on the bed just like the rest of your body. Each word they said fill the empty vessel of your mind with more and more pleasure. They weren't touching you.

Your pleasure was exclusively coming from their words. Their control. Their power over you. And it felt incredible. “That's it pet, just keep sinking deeper and deeper into pleasure. Feel that mindgasm building. It feels so good doesn't it?” All you could do was moan in response.

You have no direct control over your body as it writhed in ecstasy the pleasure growing and growing. “Can you feel it pet?” They asked. “Your mind melting, thoughts dripping down between your legs. You couldn't stop this if you wanted to. All exists is pleasure.”

That words were penetrating deeper into your mind. Your brain was filled with pleasure, it felt like it was going to burst. Pop. And when it did you knew that there would be no coming back from this. Your mind would be completely open. Completely helpless before them.

“You’re going brainless, pet.” They said, smirking. “But you didn't really care about that, do you? All you cared about is more pleasure. And you can have that. Feel it filling you, growing, multiplying. Is your body aching yet, pet? Have my words filled you up with bliss?”

Your moans became gasps as your body was pushed to the edge of pleasure. The edge of orgasm. Dangling in this mindless place, over a chasm of blissful oblivion. You wanted it. But that wasn’t your choice.  They held the power here, and they were enjoying it.

“Do you want it, pet? Do you want to feel it? Beg me. Find whatever tattered thoughts you still have, and beg me to let you cum like this.” They said.

Your mouth opened. Pleases, promises, requests fell from your lips. You were mindless. Helpless. Desperate.

And after a few moments, or a minute, or ten, you couldn’t tell, they place a finger to your lips, quieting you. Their snap rang through the room, along with one word. “Mindgasm.” Your mind shattered. The pleasure released like water from a dam.

The world stopped existing as your body was overcome with the sensations coursing through you. Every nerve, every cell of your body, every neuron in your brain was alive with one thing, pleasure. Unending. Unceasing. It just kept coming, and so did you.